<?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-8020594656471840623</id><updated>2011-08-26T17:09:21.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine and clouds</title><subtitle type='html'>after all youre my wonderwall :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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this blog for a very long time now. it was as if something clouded my mind and my desire to write since 2009. it was as if i had no will to do what i used to love to do anymore. and well, when you come to think of it, it was because of the love i had for him, so dark and bad, that it took away all my other passion for other things, up to the point i wasnt capable of loving anything else.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello there. you might think you have not been doing anything much in my life, that you have only been in my life for so sekejap that you havent had any effect on me yet. thats the irony of all of it. you came into my life such a short while ago, but i feel like you have been there for me since forever. it was like when you came into my life, you took away all the dark clouds over me, and replaced it with clear blue sky. i know it sounds cheesy and jiwang but thats just exactly how i feel about you. you picked me up when i was at lowest of the low, and you carried me away to cloud 9 again. the greatest part is you made me capable of loving everything else again. you made me fall for you while falling in love with the world again at the same time. you made me remember who i really was before him, and what im really capable of, and all those things i love. you turned my world upside down again, turned my mornings into beautiful ones where i wake up with a smile on my face, and my nights into something i just want to share with you and only you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for that, i thank you. no words or action could possibly describe or match what you have done for me. im going to strive to be the best for you, the best woman in your life, if you would let me. because i dont think you deserve any less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its amazing just how much you have done for me. and guess what, you made me write again. the first blog post since 2009, and its about you. i hope youll be in my life forever. i dont know whats going to happen to us in the future, but whatever happens, ill always remember what you have done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"because maybe youre going to be the one that saves me. after all youre my wonderwall"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6687704237905401156?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6687704237905401156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6687704237905401156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAI MR STALKER I THINK YOURE AWESOME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2924678390622905169?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2924678390622905169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2924678390622905169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2924678390622905169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2924678390622905169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-you.html' title='for you'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-9213791994984477630</id><published>2009-12-10T20:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:57:36.827+10:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SyDUCpiglaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0MLNaC0YaZA/s1600-h/the+heartbreak+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413559894074758562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SyDUCpiglaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0MLNaC0YaZA/s400/the+heartbreak+kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish there werent so many stupid, gross sexual scenes in the movie. eliminate those, and it can turn out to be a good movie. it was funny and all that, and they did have an interesting plot, but somehow the storyline wasnt quite explored. and the ending, may not be a fairytale ending, which was a good thing, but it was still stupid. sigh. im so dissapointed, i thought ben stiller would do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating: 4/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-9213791994984477630?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9213791994984477630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=9213791994984477630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/9213791994984477630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/9213791994984477630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartbreak-kid.html' title='heartbreak kid'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SyDUCpiglaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0MLNaC0YaZA/s72-c/the+heartbreak+kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-597844046418652190</id><published>2009-12-07T23:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:08:17.218+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cinta power. you kill mentor. past madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0LzuuqfqI/AAAAAAAAAko/i-hy4qqmgxE/s1600-h/ayat+ayat+cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412495310514192034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0LzuuqfqI/AAAAAAAAAko/i-hy4qqmgxE/s400/ayat+ayat+cinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not like any other malay novels. it tells the story not just between man and women, but also man and God. also shows the misconceptions people have towards Islam and the right answers to questions relating to it.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0JeHtIGTI/AAAAAAAAAkg/gT7lGmYJOkM/s1600-h/absolute+power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412492740238252338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0JeHtIGTI/AAAAAAAAAkg/gT7lGmYJOkM/s400/absolute+power.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what would you do if you just witnessed a crime done by the most important man in your country himself and you know you just cant simply walk in to a police station and tell? youll probably run, and never turn back. or youll probably come back to do something worthwhile once in your lifetime. or what would you do if you were a secret service agent, assigned to protect the president and kill for him too? read to find out. read to know whether youre one of the good guys or the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating: 7/;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0Jd7q04kI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0mVIiIGiSlY/s1600-h/you+kill+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412492737007379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0Jd7q04kI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0mVIiIGiSlY/s400/you+kill+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dont really like little black dress books. and this book can be a reason. i dont know. it just doesnt have an interesting plot you know? it doesnt attract my heart and make me love it like i naturally love books. especially this kind of small crime/romance kind of book. boring. sriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0Jduoac5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SN9y9g3GFIw/s1600-h/mentor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412492733507597202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0Jduoac5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SN9y9g3GFIw/s400/mentor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; legal thriller! ring-a-ding-ding. my favourite. wek. what would you do if your mentor died suddenly while you were on an important case and investigating his death might cause you your job? or what would you do if you have a horrible secret shared with your mentor and he can just spill it anytime, anywhere, anyhow and destroy your life together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0Jddv4sEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CB8R8KsdLNg/s1600-h/past+secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412492728975536194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0Jddv4sEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CB8R8KsdLNg/s400/past+secrets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do if you are psychic and you suddenly see something bad happening in your own life? what would you do if you had kept something important from your only teenage daughter and this might just cause you your relationship with her? what would you do if your so-called the love of your life call you to join him to new york just during the time of your final exams? what would you do if you have walked into your room shared with your boyfriend, seeing him doing nasty things with some bimbo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0JdPZM7NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Xn2Z_ICuiyE/s1600-h/at+the+stroke+of+madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412492725122297042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0JdPZM7NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Xn2Z_ICuiyE/s400/at+the+stroke+of+madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tells the story of how a maniac, depressed maniac is more like it, kills people, not for sex, money or anything of that sort. but to collect imperfections from their body and put them in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-597844046418652190?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sx0LzuuqfqI/AAAAAAAAAko/i-hy4qqmgxE/s72-c/ayat+ayat+cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4630660129942611276</id><published>2009-12-04T14:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:47:10.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>new shaver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SxiS2ShYK8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/fC--8BeY_cc/s1600-h/new_moon_poster_bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411236413668076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SxiS2ShYK8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/fC--8BeY_cc/s400/new_moon_poster_bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes i do agree new moon was quite slow. but who can blame the director or producer? the book was quite slow as well. to me, this movie was almost perfect. i went out of the cinema hall with a calming sensation in my heart. i was so satisfied that they didnt change much things from the book. they almost didnt change anything! you hardly can see any mistakes or differences. for action buffs, of course you wont be so satisfied with new moon for the lack of it. but for books maniac like me, im happy. i love it! currently in love with paul now though. bye bye emmett cullen =). the ending was marvellous. thumbs up to the director, i love you whoever you are. and please make eclipse and breaking dawn as well. youre perfect for the job.&lt;br /&gt;rating: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SxiS14IPiyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9xdTKvqNZ-k/s1600-h/pisau_cukur.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411236406583331618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SxiS14IPiyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9xdTKvqNZ-k/s400/pisau_cukur.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay. this movie is quite slow too. bolehlaaaa, but i wont watch it again. nas-t was super hot as usual and liyana jasmay was awesome. thumbs up to fazura for her excelllent acting, she has managed to act unusually gedik. unless she is like that in real life. haha but i dont think so. i love the fact tht they dont really show the bad sides of these girls, but gave reasons why they chose that path of theirs. but it all worked out in the end. nice, okay but not great. actors were excellent though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating:6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4630660129942611276?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4630660129942611276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4630660129942611276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4630660129942611276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4630660129942611276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-shaver.html' title='new shaver?'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SxiS2ShYK8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/fC--8BeY_cc/s72-c/new_moon_poster_bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3908495814462640258</id><published>2009-11-16T21:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:34:29.015+10:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone can time travel, all you need is a bunch of clothes</title><content type='html'>a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE3_xkhoqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KfPpblWz8Go/s1600/watch-the-time-travelers-wife-online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404662596599128738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE3_xkhoqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KfPpblWz8Go/s400/watch-the-time-travelers-wife-online.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a movie that can make me cry is always a good movie, whatever the time of the month that is. anyway at first i lost hope in watching this movie at the cinemas because the lack of money but alas, my boyfriend, in his pursuit of pujuk-ing me, brought me to watch it with his own money despite the fact that he doesnt have that much either. precisely why i love this guy. wek. this is an excellent excellent movie, the way the director susun the scenes, the way actors acted, and others. i just love this movie. a must watch and the book would be a must read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating: 8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3908495814462640258?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3908495814462640258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3908495814462640258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3908495814462640258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3908495814462640258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-can-time-travel-all-you-need-is.html' title='anyone can time travel, all you need is a bunch of clothes'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE3_xkhoqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KfPpblWz8Go/s72-c/watch-the-time-travelers-wife-online.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5803200179890868976</id><published>2009-11-16T21:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:28:20.204+10:00</updated><title type='text'>veronika.camel.gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2F-PhHKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kR_MzhY0r6Y/s1600/veronika+decides+to+die.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404660504056634530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2F-PhHKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kR_MzhY0r6Y/s400/veronika+decides+to+die.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the first book of his that i ever read and from this hes a total genious. he totally made me think all over about what madness is in the first place and all that. and there would also be a scene of masturbation which is totally funny though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;rating: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2Fjqw7KI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GvGjylQ-hAE/s1600/the+camel+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404660496923159714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2Fjqw7KI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GvGjylQ-hAE/s400/the+camel+club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it took me a long time to finish this book because of homeworks, assignments and exams. right after islamic studies paper, finishing this book was the first thing i did. haha. its totally cool by the way he tell the stories of the long-lasting war between the middle east and us. how he compared our religions. its totally cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating:7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2FZynCgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/XB_FhlOIzP0/s1600/cecelia-ahern-the-gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404660494271711746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2FZynCgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/XB_FhlOIzP0/s400/cecelia-ahern-the-gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book was boring at first, reading the first few chapters. but as usual, the book is quite magical as soon as you get halfway. i will always love cecelia ahern for always able to make me cry. the ending is just superb, im serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5803200179890868976?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5803200179890868976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5803200179890868976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5803200179890868976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5803200179890868976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/veronikacamelgift.html' title='veronika.camel.gift.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SwE2F-PhHKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kR_MzhY0r6Y/s72-c/veronika+decides+to+die.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1434827643975025770</id><published>2009-11-15T00:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:48:39.024+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you hurt me big time</title><content type='html'>as far as youre concerned, the world revolves around you. our relationship revolves around you. you dont want to do things that troubles you, even for my sake. if you dont celebrate the things that i would like to try, you dont even want to do it for my sake. if you dont want to go a certain event with me, even when i really want you to go, you prefer to let me go dateless because it troubles you and you dont like it. you dont like me to go clubbing, but you let me go by myself without even trying for me. when i run away, you dont run after me because of your ego. every fight, its me who always ran after you. the ONE fight you ran after me was because YOU said you miss me. you dont spend time with me because of your precious sleep. but when friends invite you for a swim youll go because you dont want to destroy your precious relationship with them. youll get mad at me if i broke one of your rules, but you can break mine. whenever you make a mistake, youll say that i never said it was wrong. but when i screwed up, you said i should have figured out by myself it was wrong. you dont like me being loud because it destroys your reputation. we dont hold hands in public because of your precious reputation. we dont watch the dvds i want to watch because it bores you. even if we do, youll in the end fall asleep. you cant watch me doing my own things but ill have to watch you play your game. i cant let you be alone but you can let me be alone. see the repetition? why cant you for once see youre in the wrong instead of me screwing up, fucking up? there are so many things you did for you that i can think about and write about. but im tired, just to even think about it. i let it go by everytime you do it, feeling slightly dissapointed but i let it pass. but it has accumulated because you tend to repeat, repeat and repeat. and now it has reached its peak. and im crying just because of it. im dumb. i hate you. not as much as i love you, but trust me i do hate you. you think youre the only one with the scale of love to determine our relationship? think again. its time you let go of the super big control you have on our relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1434827643975025770?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1434827643975025770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1434827643975025770' title='1 Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7128050755899228611</id><published>2009-10-30T18:28:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:52:29.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'>finally blogging again?</title><content type='html'>oh my freaking god. it has been almost two months since i last blogged right? too many stories to tell. i think im going to just let it pass, and focus on what happened recently. currently loving muhamad hazim anuar : my boyfriend,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398307862574888642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SuqkZkj5dsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5ofP3ezI_h0/s400/DSC00670.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398311454669009922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SuqnqqJ39AI/AAAAAAAAAjA/lnJm5PU6kwM/s400/DSC00687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having fun with bestfriend: razin kamal nizar, other friends : ahsoon, acap, wanja, izud, farid, ann, amal, ameen, syafiq, bella, aika, amy. missing family. missing other bestfriends: mars, aiman, rina, habri, yana. stressed out with coming finals and IELTS. excited for DIGI MUSIC LIVE tommorow. saving money for this last two weeks. watched too many movies this month:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398310625513010530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Suqm6ZTrdWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uDJjG3vcj7g/s400/law_abiding_citizen_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398310620409292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Suqm6GS25_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/NPwRetGP8iQ/s400/cuci+the+musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398310615578425762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Suqm50TFuaI/AAAAAAAAAio/pzfFXkxqsE8/s400/private_lives_of_pippa_lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398310613394995698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Suqm5sKhOfI/AAAAAAAAAig/NG4LoWuxQg0/s400/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398310609115006738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Suqm5cOFxxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hG9fwDGl-Yo/s400/Papadom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) law abiding citizen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;freaking awesome and intelligent. literally engineer vs lawyers. freaky actually as i live with three future engineers and currently dating one as well. haha! oh wells. you guys just have to watch it. Rating: 8/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) cuci the musical&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg omg. i shook hands with hans isaac people! haha. but seriously the musical is worth your money. if you guys nak pergi tengok, hope, youll get the best seats and the best night they can perform as possible. but im sure theyll rock your socks off. Rating: 8/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) the private lives of pippa lee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont even bother to think about watching this. unless youre depressed with an ice cream bucket on your lap while it shows on tv. in other words, not worth your money at all. i left the hall after 30 mins. maybe the movie was nice later on, but then again, i think i prefer to watch at home alone lah. Rating: 3/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) cloudy with a chance of meatballs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;best sangat kot. its so cute, funny and makes you smile non-stop. comel! a must-watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Rating: 8/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5)papadom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the best movie afdlin shauki has ever made. worth all the awards, and if i have the money, i will go and watch again. almost perfect. Rating: 9/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7128050755899228611?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7128050755899228611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7128050755899228611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7128050755899228611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7128050755899228611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-blogging-again.html' title='finally blogging again?'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SuqkZkj5dsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5ofP3ezI_h0/s72-c/DSC00670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1004896291349762131</id><published>2009-09-03T02:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:00:04.564+10:00</updated><title type='text'>first survey in bahasa melayu</title><content type='html'>1. Apa perasaan anda sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;; kenyang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya nak makan?&lt;br /&gt;nothing in particular. im kenyang so takde nafsu haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Impian saya?&lt;br /&gt;to be the first female peguam negara =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Haiwan yang saya tak suka?&lt;br /&gt;snakes. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jika boleh putarkan masa?&lt;br /&gt;i would have just gone back to my apartment that friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saya pada 10 tahun akan datang?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know really. i think by that time i just finished my time with jpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Handphone saya adalah sebuah?&lt;br /&gt;sony erricson and nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Saya pernah bercinta sebanyak?&lt;br /&gt;you mean THAT kind of love? only ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Saya suka pada?&lt;br /&gt;LEGAL STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Kawan-kawan saya?&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD BE COMING HERE ON MY BDAY =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pernah dikhianati?&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone has that time of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Apa yang anda hendak lakukan terhadap dia?&lt;br /&gt;BUNUH, TANAM, KENCING =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Senaraikan 8 orang untuk ditag?&lt;br /&gt;bella, my housemate.&lt;br /&gt;mars, my bestfriend who should come and slap me like she used to do.&lt;br /&gt;eqa, who surprisingly i miss esp her loudness&lt;br /&gt;anas, who i ached to meet&lt;br /&gt;priss, who lost her phone again&lt;br /&gt;rina, who should come to kl and visit me one day&lt;br /&gt;yana, the friend who sama weakness with me =p&lt;br /&gt;jonathan wong, who doesnt have a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1004896291349762131?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1004896291349762131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1004896291349762131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1004896291349762131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1004896291349762131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-survey-in-bahasa-melayu.html' title='first survey in bahasa melayu'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2394915236970421424</id><published>2009-08-28T15:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:12:06.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster week</title><content type='html'>its friday again and this time we're having four days of no class. sigh. almost everyone is going back home, even bernard eventho he lives thousand of miles away. hate you bernard. while wawa and munie are going back for their mid semester holidays. annoying right? you three, remember my butter chicken eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been pretty stressful and depressing. on monday we had our economics assignment handed in. was so proud to see my work in print but oh hell, i hope ill get at least 15 out of 20 for it. its my only hope to get good grades for economics this semster. bukak puasa at home, and lokman came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about grades, tuesday was the day we had our english and economics test. they were quite okay, wasnt really hard. i wished i studied more though. and then eap class was that petang as usual. went to the bazar after that. AS pesan banyak2 makanan which in the end cause me to buy only one stuff for me to bukak puasa. sigh thank god i like you haha =). that petang bukak puasa with asoon, zin, aiman and lokman. stayed there until 9 because had too many things to talk about. naik to the apartment, mandi and then terus went to kamal's unit because i had a study date with him at 830. haha was late obviously. studied at their unit until one something. not that it helped. maths chapter 1 sucked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah the next day was maths exam. 5 classes combined to have the test together in multi purpose hall. it was hard as hell doeeee. i really felt like crying. not to mention i just got my economics result right before the exam, and lets just say i got the 2nd least marks in the class. terok right? econs was really easy, its just that my answers wasnt what the lecturer wanted, eventhough its more or less the same. and then went to shah alam to get my IC(but was closed when i get there) and also to get stuff at aika's house. along the way i was singing as loud as i could to get all the nerves, frustrations and sadness out my system. it helped lah cket2. and then bukak puasa at sunway pyramid. TGIF, WHERE EVRYDAY IS A FRIDAY. it didnt felt like a friday but it was downright awesomeeeeeee. i ordered fried mac and cheese as my appetizer and shrimp and chicken pasta for my main course. sedapppp but not going to eat it in  very long time since i spent rm40 only for that night. aduhai. thank god last weekend i didnt spend anything. went around to try on shoes. too bad i cant buy shoes for raya =(. but kebaya boleh! =). belom beli tho, maybe this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday didnt have anything important. but zin and yuga and all those people dragged me to sunway pyramid AGAIN because we wanted to let the stress out. it was so damn fun, i tell you. can you imagine 11 college students all loud and roaming sunway pyramid like going on a school trip? haha. besides me, there was zin, yuga, ashu, renu, adri, sharveen, nik, kuya, albert and hunter. WE ARE ALL VERY LOUD PEOPLE. so we technically buat pencemaran bunyi last nite there. sorry people! we went there by 3 taxis, haha lawak ow? and then went to withdraw money, bought food supplies with zin. and then went to wayang to check the movies available last night. decided to watch up after one long debateeee, and bought the tickets for 845 pm so that we can bukak puasa first. AND THATS WHAT WE THOUGHT. thank god for nik, as she went through the tickets again and realized that it was for 645 pm instead. we literally ran balik atas haha and decided to bukak puasa in the wayang. adri and i have watched the movie already so we were assigned to buy the food. can you guys imagine us bringing 8 hotdogs and 8 drinks into the cinema? it was pretty funny if someone had taken a picture of us. after the movie ended, we went and eat at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memorable i tell you. mengumpat and menyumpah. secrets were being told, crushes were being discovered and et cetera. we love to talk so its a way to release stress. we were all wearing the burger king paper crowns and then zin started singing happy birthday. the funny thing was the whole restaurant sang along, thinking that someone from our group was celebrating their birthday. after one last photo in front of the burger king, we went home. discussion sekejap at taly's unit. mandi. bukak laptop. fell asleep in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we handed in our legals assignment. heh takut daaaaaa. im depending on my legals grades seriously since my maths and economics are pretty destroyed. going to go ambik ic again today and then bawak zin cut his hair. tonight! klcc! bookfest! =) cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2394915236970421424?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2394915236970421424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2394915236970421424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2394915236970421424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2394915236970421424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-coaster-week.html' title='roller coaster week'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4793438668908928767</id><published>2009-08-21T22:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:55:58.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIM</title><content type='html'>the trip to FRIM on thurs was super fun. i just didnt get the objective of it, wait i do understand, i just dont understand the actions that contradicted the objective. it was said that the trip was supposed to bond all the SAM JULY 09 students, but why did they divide us into classes in the end? it was still the same old faces, besides the tour guide, we didnt kenal any more new people than we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the nature trail at first. as usual, razin and i would not be walking in front, but at the back instead with brian and nik. brian who was being forced to come, kept making sarcastic comments about everything he can and he just cracks me up haha. nik and i cant stop laughing. razin was the photographer for J7(not my class) but we kept taking our own pics instead. i want the photos razin! and then it was the jungle trekking baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me realize how unfit i was after all those months lepak-ing at the house 24-7. but it was fun and i would love to do it again one day. mr vijay(legals lecturer) and ms jess(maths lecturer) were trailing behind so some of us decided to wait for them instead. well actually it was an excuse to avoid all those huge crowds in front queing for the canopy walk. we didnt know it was a canopy walk at first, okay, so we just sat down there for lots and lots of minutes because we thought it was the end of the trail. razin and i was dancing while listening to his mp3 when mr vijay started to kacau razin about the psychogirl. it was super funny haha. the rest of us joined teasing him. being razin, he decided to balas dendam and told everyone a secret of mine. shit lah that guy haha. oh well now banyak orang tauuuuuuu. yes, even mr vijay and ms jess. sigh. merajuk lah ngan razin tek haha but he pujuk me when the trip ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canopy walk was kinda scary, im not generally afraid of heights but when it started to shake, my heart just skipped a few beats. dahlah i was walking between two people who are very afraid of heights. nik and sharveen so they were kinda screaming and making sounds around me that can scare me as well haha. thank god mr vijay didnt naik the same time we did, or the canopy would have shaken pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the picnic site after that, it was such a long way. thank god we had BK to cheer us up along the way with their stupid and sarcastic jokes and comments. BK=Brian and Kamal. HAHA. after lunch, i was walking along when i saw bernard and the rest mandi at the waterfall. figuratively, i leaped in terus after putting aside my phones and other stuff. it was so fun. i love water and they loveeeee me hahaha. razin was nowhere in sight, we even like screamed his name as loud as we could together to find him. duhal he was playing at another of the waterfall with the mara guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik after that. made up with razin. went mydin to settle few stuff. tried to do maths hwork. failed. called kamal mintak tolong ajar. thank god for him. i finally understood the basics, at least. thanks kamal. lepak at their unit for a while, waited for ajim and syamil to finish their hwork before our usual lepak session at mamak. but razin and asoon xda that night as they went clubbing. tsk tsk. lepak session was so lain last night but it was nice as well esp when we had kamal to crack us up. seriously what am i going to do without you????? hahahaha. remember that line kamal? bodooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today balit melaka. currently in melaka. heh happy berpuasa you guys. call me if youre in kl and nak bukak puasa together aite? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4793438668908928767?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4793438668908928767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4793438668908928767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4793438668908928767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4793438668908928767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/frim.html' title='FRIM'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1971766426114303137</id><published>2009-08-10T02:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:47:59.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jon!</title><content type='html'>not fair. i nak pergi perak jugak. i nak pergi utp jugak. i nak jumpa jon and naz jugak. i nak jumpa jon jugak. i nak jumpa jon jugak. not fair. =( =(. go to hell with takdir. tak suka. =(&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input 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title='jon!'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6945037356148575397</id><published>2009-07-29T00:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:47:52.361+10:00</updated><title type='text'>shocked.</title><content type='html'>received the news when i finished my EAP class. i was speechless, i really didnt know what to say. ive known him since i was in form 1, i think eventho we never actually talked to each other. but yeah. he made my good friend happy and thats enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R.I.P TONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6945037356148575397?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6945037356148575397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6945037356148575397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6945037356148575397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6945037356148575397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocked.html' title='shocked.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7339912177519284841</id><published>2009-07-27T19:15:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:35:40.467+10:00</updated><title type='text'>updates for mr jonathan</title><content type='html'>1st week of classes went by real fast. on the first day, liked psychology, fell in love with legal studies, yawned in english as second language, slept through maths and snored in economics. but it was okay, i managed to understand and keep up. 2nd class of maths was frustrating. i was in a bad mood the whole day because of it. somehow while recalling some of the background knowledge that we studied in maths and add maths before, i cant even remember a single thing. it was so frustrating and i got so dissapointed in myself eh. haha. but im okay now, still a little blur, but okay. did my first legal essay over the weekend, felt so satisfied. haha. found out there would be a mid sem 1 exam in two weeks. like what the fuck right? baruk start blaja, dah nak test pulak. haha. oh well. on wed went to watch harry potter with syaq and pris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sm10qZIOc8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/t7mDnGybjOM/s1600-h/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_ver3_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sm10qZIOc8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/t7mDnGybjOM/s400/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_ver3_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363071002916844482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, for someone who has read all harry potter books, it was already quite late when i went and watch it. listening to orang lain pun critics abt the movie, i didnt really hope for much, just went to watch it to satisfy myself. hey a fan of the book has to go to watch the movie, no matter how the movie turned out. or not, youll feel like something is missing. anyway it wasnt THAT bad, i didnt feel asleep or anything. nothing can match the book of course. but at least i laughed okay. haha. and ron weasley was being super cute, as well as his twin brothers. cute sangat sangat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PRAY I WILL GET TO GO TO MTV WORLD STAGE. amin =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: people who talk bad abt me behind my back are obviously dont have anything better to do in their lives since they rather talk abt my boring but happy life than caring abt their own. realize that. please and thank you. =). and yes saya sayang jonathan as my bestfriend and if theres anything more, who are you to give a fucking care? =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7339912177519284841?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7339912177519284841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7339912177519284841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7339912177519284841'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7090709976575397241</id><published>2009-07-15T20:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:13:30.892+10:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation week.</title><content type='html'>first day of orientation. woke up at 510. orientation started at 9. first was a welcome speech from the programme director, Mrs Hoe. and then there was the library briefing, and some psychology talk and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of orientation. Filled with more talks and like we were also divided into groups according to colours for the telematch and some creative presentation. group(yellow) consists of syafiq, our kuat gelek  leader, jin, our freaky and annoying choreographer, the guy who loves to annoy the hell out of me by coming late and duh-ing me while rolling his eyes at the same time. and then there was hafiyfiy, we call him fifi, easier to remember and like he really knows how to berlenggang lengok. Mel, future engineer who seems quiet at first but sebenarnya tak lah jugak. Nisha, authorative, she really knows how to choreograph sexy moves. Ting, who talks faster than a buller train, even faster than myself and syaq! haha. Nazihah, the future teacher herself, shes really garang. Jen, never without a smile. Farah, who thinks macho girls are sweet. Midi, who debates with everything people say, i think hes the only one who can shut jin up by replying to one of his stupid remarks. the adorable girl from sibu, SK. and then there was nurina, nisa, MY and ji, the kelantanese girl. orientation habis at 3. caught the 330 bus and like dance practice was at 9 but we only started later because of youknowwho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of orientation. T-E-L-E-M-A-T-C-H! it was raining at first, but they paksa us jwak to go to the field. so yeah we did. came up with a cheer which consists of tepuk bintang and ting! haha. like jin came up with it, he got the same cheer in plkn. neways there were several stations. and at the end of the day, we were reaalllyyyy tireeddddddd. the seniors were super cooolll. balik campus, changed clothes and headed to the ict workshop. dance practice was at 8 this time but we only started at 930 because of one stupid guy who decided to eat first at Mydin. ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day of orientation. we had to sit for an EAP test, the test which would determine which class youre going to be in for your ENGLISH FOR ACADEMIC PURPOSES in this semester. it was an essay of not less than 250 words abt the challenges students face when they studied away from hometown. and then there was a briefing abt the classes. after break, we had our cross-cultural competency workshop. one of the activities that we had to list down stereotypes abt chinese while the non-malays would write down the stereotypes abt malays. it was really funnyy somehow. than god no one was offended, as far as i know. got back to an empty aparment, since all my housemates went and watch harry potter. asked jin to go teman makan lunch but he mintak cia. so yeah went to sleep instead. woke up at 359 when dance practice was at 4. swore to myself and got out of the bed. as usual, most of them were late. practiced until 6 and like started again at 830. oh had dinner with jin, mel and shafiq before that. AND JIN YOU HAVE TO STOP MATCHING ME UP WITH HIM. SAYA TAK NAK. aduhai haha. after practice, went to have a drink with the same guys. like jin reminds me of aiman. miss youuu ehhh bestfriend =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last day of orientation. which was today. today was the big day. we were the second last team to perform. really nervous gila babiiiii. haha. in the end, we got num 3. YES BEBEH. haha and no, bukan ada 3 team jak. sial. haha. we were the one of the best threee out of 8 teams. so yeay! haha. all the hard work, the shouting, the arguments, and the money were paid off. haaa. but yalah, like jin said. today might be the last day we will be together like this. the whole group. we are from diff courses and sponsors, so yeah jadual selalu clash, plus assignments, we wont get to see each other glak eventho tinggal sama tmpat. its kindaaaa saddddddd. but kalau nak lepak., just text kay kay? =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tomoro. syaq is arriving in kl in exactly 2 hours. might see her esokkkkk. and hope to see jon too =). classes start on monday so wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7090709976575397241?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7090709976575397241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7090709976575397241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7090709976575397241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7090709976575397241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/orientation-week.html' title='orientation week.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5156468333434079404</id><published>2009-07-12T23:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:59:14.574+10:00</updated><title type='text'>taylors student bebeh</title><content type='html'>i have officially moved in to casa subang. pictures would be posted later. one roommate and 6 housemates. baruk jumpa 3 of them. nice people so far. like apartment boleh dikatakn jauh from campus plus the traffic jam and traffic lights and all. earliest bus at 615 and the latest 745. apartment right next to mydin and giant. summit shopping mall only 5 mins away. theres a swimming pool, basketball court, tennis court have been changed to sepak takraw court following demand. people waiting for lifts are worse than traffic jams in my opinion. have to go down 10 sets of stairs every morning. one restaurant on the first floor offer delivery service. laundry mahal. need to wash our own baju. seniors nice and friendly. orientation starts tommorow. need to get at least 85 entrance marks to pursue degree in aus. would stay here for 18 months. mid semester break cun cun the day before hari raya puasa. hope to balik kuching. need to have syaq here as soon as possibly. meeting pris for breakfast. IF I WAKE UP EARLY. updates later. ciao! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5156468333434079404?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5156468333434079404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5156468333434079404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5156468333434079404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5156468333434079404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/taylors-student-bebeh.html' title='taylors student bebeh'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-9108118129895153589</id><published>2009-07-06T21:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:35:28.725+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rina transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SlHg6vtc9mI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QZ3n1FC9WL0/s1600-h/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SlHg6vtc9mI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QZ3n1FC9WL0/s400/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355308731764373090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome awesome awesomeeeeeeeeeee. one of the best sci fiction thrillers in my lifetime, and knowing me and my hatred for anything science fiction,  thats just beyond compliments. i dont think i need any introductions to this movie, cuz well if you guys tak tau then what i can say to you is WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? PLANET MARS? haha serious bah, its just impossible any of you dont know anything abt this movie, even if you havent watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well neway sam witwiky was just starting the day as a college boy and was facing with normal teenage problems, dealing with a long distance relationship, sucky roommate, the difficulty to say those three words: i love you. until he was called again by optimus prime, bla2, started to see weird symbols in his head, getting attacked by sexy hot robot, so yeah, the journey began to destroy the decepticons again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes people i did cry, but it wasnt at the same scene where others have cried. shia labeouf has won my heart again with his geekiness, hotness and his weird sense of humor, not to mention cynism. i dont have to say anything more abt megan fox, just that if i was a guy, i would have drooled over her just like how the other guys in the cinemas did. I LOVELOVE the robot twins. theyre just so annoying, cute in an ugly way and haha well theyre twins, need i say anything more? reminded me of those twins that i kenal also, dumb and annoying and loves to argue with each other.=). my dear jonathan wong, if YOU sleep while watching transformers 2 too, i dont know what to say anymore. youll be a hopeless case already. haha! mesti tengok! laughed a lot, held my breath, cried and went awwwww. isnt that enough proof that this movie rocked?&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;my day out with rina was so fun that i think im going to miss it even more when i get to kl. both of us will never be laughless when we're together. she would laugh at what i say or do and i would laugh at her for laughing haha. shes my adorable friend eh =). today was more laughable than usual, but let it be our own secret inside joke aite? =) going to miss you lots rinaaaa. and thanks for youknowwhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-9108118129895153589?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9108118129895153589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=9108118129895153589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/9108118129895153589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/9108118129895153589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/rina-transformers.html' title='rina transformers'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SlHg6vtc9mI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QZ3n1FC9WL0/s72-c/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4964017788898409389</id><published>2009-07-06T12:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:37:02.168+10:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking aces is smoking hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SlFjPTa6jII/AAAAAAAAAgs/TzKx5FGV3ns/s1600-h/smoking+aces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SlFjPTa6jII/AAAAAAAAAgs/TzKx5FGV3ns/s400/smoking+aces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170546482580610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt watch the middle part glak because someone called and i missed talking to him so much that i forgot that i was watching a movie =). neway eventho i missed some parts, it still rocked hell. one of the best mafia vs FBI thrillers cum comedy everrrrrr. lots of famous casts and famous actors playing unexpected characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at the beginning of the story, FBI found out that mafia groups in las vegas that have been suspects since 60 years ago is going for magician@performer, BUDDY ISRAEL. one million dollars would be given to the assasin who manages to kill the guy. at first, the mafia hired only one guy, a mysterious assasin from sweden that no one knew abt, and they dont even have a name. assasins all over the area heard abt the reward and decides to try killing buddy himself. pendek kata, theyre competing to get to buddy first, which is so coooollll. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile FBI is trying to work out a perjanjian with buddy to be a witness to put those people in jail so now theyre trying to protect him from being killed. FBI vs professional assasins all over the area? possible? maybe? besides the FBI, three ex cops are also on their way to grab BUDDY and take him someplace safe. for whatever reason, i didnt catch it, because there were too many introductions and too many people going out for this guy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assasins are&lt;br /&gt;1) two african-american women whos great with guns&lt;br /&gt;-played by alicia keys and taraji p. henson(benjamin buttons' mum)&lt;br /&gt;2) the tremors brothers who never kill people discreetly, them with their big guns and bombs, they would kill the whole restaurant just to get one guy. they would even hurt themselves.&lt;br /&gt;- i cant reecognize glak their faces because they really look horrible but i KNOW one of them is chris pine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3) lazlo soot whos an expert in penyamaran. he can disguise as anyone and because of that, hes the one who got the closest to buddy. did he kill him? maybe?&lt;br /&gt;4) of course we cant forget the swedish guy. sampe habis we didnt get his name. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben affleck was one of the three ex cops. and the FBI officer was played by ryan reynolds(his best performance yet). Andy Garcia(pink panther 2) was the assistant director of FBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys have to watch it. try to catch it in cinemax. best sangat sangat. well spoilers ahead, buddy israel would die in the end. the question is who killed him and why is he soo important?? WATCH IT BEBEH =)&lt;br /&gt;Rating:8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4964017788898409389?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4964017788898409389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4964017788898409389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4964017788898409389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4964017788898409389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/smoking-aces-is-smoking-hot.html' title='smoking aces is smoking hot.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SlFjPTa6jII/AAAAAAAAAgs/TzKx5FGV3ns/s72-c/smoking+aces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3486509855394554890</id><published>2009-07-05T02:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:15:32.337+10:00</updated><title type='text'>deception point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sk9__F7iV2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mncxz0BYYu8/s1600-h/deception+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sk9__F7iV2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mncxz0BYYu8/s400/deception+point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354639203867187042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of dan brown's books are based on deception. so its interesting to see that only his fourth book has that word in its title. does it have more deception than the others? more or less. this time, it has basically THREE suspects:&lt;br /&gt;1) the PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES&lt;br /&gt;2) NASA ADMINISTRATOR&lt;br /&gt;3) WHITE HOUSE's senior adviser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on Nasa's research on extraterrestrials life, they have finally claimed that they finally found proof of it. and all this comes within the perfect moment, nearing the presidential elections between PRESIDENT ZACH HERNEY who supports NASA in any way he could and SENATOR SEDGEWICK SEXTON who bad-mouthes NASA as a way to get attention and hopefully votes and maybe illegal funding. the deception is related to the proof itself, whether it is real or just a fraud, is not known until the later part of the book. and the best part is? you would never guess who was the true culprit. READ READ READ. you know what i love most abt DAN BROWN? he makes science interesting to read especially for someone who loathes science as much as myself eh. =)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3486509855394554890?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3486509855394554890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3486509855394554890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3486509855394554890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3486509855394554890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/deception-point.html' title='deception point.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sk9__F7iV2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mncxz0BYYu8/s72-c/deception+point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-9103879696051624677</id><published>2009-07-05T00:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:28:50.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss being a geek</title><content type='html'>itu dua kepo suruh saya update. and yana said, if nak pergi perak with her, mesti update. so yeah i want to see jon, so i have to update. YOU BETTER APPRECIATE THIS YOU FREAK. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently missing~&lt;br /&gt;mars edwin and her slaps&lt;br /&gt;nazura zainorin and her really fast talk&lt;br /&gt;yana jaapari and her yana-ness&lt;br /&gt;afif aiman and his annoying laugh&lt;br /&gt;priscilla robin and the way we can think abt the same thing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;rina masri and her adorable-ness and her ability to laugh at everything i say&lt;br /&gt;jonathan wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss many of my other friends too. i miss being organized. i miss waking up at a specific time evry day. i miss opening up my organizer and plan what im going to do for the entire day, step by step. i miss organizing my homeworks and assignments, deciding which one should be done first. i miss telling the teacher what i think abt a particular topic. i miss history. i miss shouting my answer in add maths class. i miss doing calculations in chemistry and physics. I DO NOT MISS BIOLOGY. i miss taking care of what i spend each day. i miss being in a library. i miss libraries. i miss the smell of old books that have not been read for some time. i miss researching for topics. i miss writing essays on a particular topic and outlining how im going to write it. i miss wearing spectacles to read something. i miss staying up late just to study. i miss my ability to sleep for just a few hours each night without being sleepy on the next day. i miss depending on coffee. i miss writing notes. i miss bringing stacks of books to class. i miss the feeling of accomplishing something, something i know im good at. i miss school. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE PLEASE CEPATKAN THE TIME =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-9103879696051624677?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9103879696051624677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=9103879696051624677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/9103879696051624677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/9103879696051624677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-being-geek.html' title='i miss being a geek'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2702292821852568456</id><published>2009-06-26T11:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:15:02.071+10:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. MICHAEL JACKSON</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/_v9SewSRHE6o/SkQgWlNjijI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sWQoY32KsL4/s1600-h/michael+jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SkQgWlNjijI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sWQoY32KsL4/s400/michael+jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351437829541169714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUG 29, 1958- JUNE 26, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eventho you look freaky and eventho you might be those things they accuse you in the papers, but we cant deny that you did make some great music(thriller, beat it, billy jean)  and you did invent some cool moves( moonwalk.robot) that i wouldnt dare to use outside the house. haha. youre one talented dude and how you used it is not my business. its sad to see you died right before your major tour concert but yeah, fate always works that way. you would not make any more great songs but you would always be remembered, especially the day you wore pajamas to the court. one of my favourite moments.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; REST IN PEACE =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS TRUE THAT LEGENDS DIE FIRST =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2702292821852568456?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2702292821852568456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2702292821852568456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2702292821852568456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2702292821852568456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P. MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SkQgWlNjijI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sWQoY32KsL4/s72-c/michael+jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8804999606909354310</id><published>2009-06-23T00:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:15:34.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my bestfriend's girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sj-QmpDBiZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/squ5e8SMa9E/s1600-h/my+bestfriend%27s+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sj-QmpDBiZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/squ5e8SMa9E/s400/my+bestfriend%27s+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350153875867404690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read the title, i thought it would be something abt a guy whos in love with his bestfriend's girlfriend or something like that. but nah it wasnt. dorothy koomson just doesnt do typical love conflicts like that haha. i love you guys syaq and mars, you know that but i just cant imagine taking care of you and MY fiancee's anak, get what i mean? haha i guess we'll have to try to see what ill do but please dont do that to me. i dont want to see what i might do haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving her bestfriend, Adele and her fiancee, Nate when she found out abt the one time they had sex and produced Tegan, Kamryn never imagined that she would come back and take care of the anak when adele died of leukemia. never wanting a kid, esp a white kid in the first place, she struggles to come up to the fact and take care of the only person who reminds her so much of the person she loves before, Nate. Luke came along to help but would Luke still be there for her when Nate comes back? waaahhhh baca dan tahu sendiri =)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8804999606909354310?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8804999606909354310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8804999606909354310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8804999606909354310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8804999606909354310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bestfriends-girl.html' title='my bestfriend&apos;s girl'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sj-QmpDBiZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/squ5e8SMa9E/s72-c/my+bestfriend%27s+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5127129098257503099</id><published>2009-06-17T11:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:43:47.027+10:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjhKRDgB8BI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XU99fUI0LWY/s1600-h/goodnight+beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjhKRDgB8BI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XU99fUI0LWY/s400/goodnight+beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106214360346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy koomson might be one of the greatest "drama" novel writers in my lifetime. its not all abt romance, you see and thats the best part of it. this novel however showed more abt love and romance than her previous books. a new change, not that i mind. she makes love so logical but devastating at the same time. she shows how love is never enough, however passionate your love may be, you would always need more than love to make a relationship. and she showed how sometimes fate just dont let two people who loves each other too much to be together. im not being pessimistic, syaq, im just telling you what dorothy is implying in her book. maybe we are kindred spirits. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo, nova's son who is 7 years old and who never meant to be hers, fell into a coma and was in a hopeless state. the doctors all think that hes going to die. throughout the waiting, she remembered and recalled how she came to get Leo in the first place as she became the surrogate mother for her bestfriend(who shes in love with), mal and his wife, stephanie. how stephanie got jealous and changed her mind in the mid of the pregnancy and took out mal from nova's life and leave them in a matter of seconds. while nova was struggling with leo's health state, mal and stephanie who have not been in contact with nova for years, struggled with their own guilt, secrets and failing marriage. would leo, and mal's marriage survive? and would nova ever forgive her bestfriend who left her all alone 7 years ago? baca lah ow! haha. serious. if you tengah period or something, youll cry reading this book. a must read. and like all great novels, there would always be a twist in the tale. =)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 9/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5127129098257503099?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5127129098257503099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5127129098257503099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5127129098257503099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5127129098257503099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodnight-beautiful.html' title='goodnight beautiful'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjhKRDgB8BI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XU99fUI0LWY/s72-c/goodnight+beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8054716808931159174</id><published>2009-06-15T23:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:36:20.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'>up again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjZL60ZiDSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7X8CXugNaBE/s1600-h/17again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjZL60ZiDSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7X8CXugNaBE/s400/17again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347545081419271458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let me make this straight. i didnt watch this movie to watch zac efron, no thank you. i watched it  because i wanted to watch his hot senior, matthew perry =). yes i loveee older guys haha! my mum finds it very alarming. oh so what? so anyway, even if matther perry didnt really get that much scenes and lines in this movie, but but, zac efron went out of his way to appear more like him, when he was acting as the 30-year old in a 17-year old body, you see? so its like im seeing matthew perry, more or less. it was the typical family movie. funny and sad with lots of pengajaran. and we will always know whats going to happen next. extra fondness for "the bestfriend" in this movie, the 30-year old geek who got bullied in high school and then became rich, esp when he tried to hit on the school principal. haha! boleh ditengok. esp of the fact that my dad even cried over this movie when i didnt. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjZL7cnpFWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/80k9DY_7zg0/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjZL7cnpFWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/80k9DY_7zg0/s400/up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347545092215870818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ignore the fact that this movie was supposed to be released in august. i got the dvd at the pasar malam in damansara. neway. i love the beginning of the movie, when they showed the old man when he was small and met the love of his life who later on became his wife. when they showed why he became a grumpy old man when his wife died. and when they showed why he wanted to move the house with balloons in the first place. the love story of the couple itself was entertaining. it was really sweet eh, the kind where your heart goes out to that couple and wishing you were them. the story abt the journey of the house and then unsuspecting 8-year old passenger was a bonus. a must watch. real funny and sweet. and maybe you guys should wait till aug to watch it in the cinemas haha.&lt;br /&gt;rating: 8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8054716808931159174?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8054716808931159174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8054716808931159174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8054716808931159174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8054716808931159174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-again.html' title='up again'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SjZL60ZiDSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7X8CXugNaBE/s72-c/17again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7358862063507517432</id><published>2009-06-07T23:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:11:32.119+10:00</updated><title type='text'>girl-ish eh.</title><content type='html'>im feeling more like a girl and an adult these past few days. yesterday was a wonderland day. haha we went to the mines, with no intention at all to shop. and then i was dragged by my dad into the reject shop. decided to try out a few outfits for fun, and the result, my mum bought a few shirts for me. discovered a new(at least new for me) outlet called kitchen. nice clothes and affordable prices. also, they have an exchange policy that would allow you to trade colours and sizes within 3 days if the price tag is still on it. cool aite? went to minoshe, and bought my aunt(the bride-t0-be)  something she would appreciate on her wedding night. =). which reminded me of the scene in made of honor where she brought her guy bestfriend along to buy that sort of thing for HER wedding night. made me laugh sorang2 in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDgNoWUI/AAAAAAAAAek/dCITtUAJlig/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDgNoWUI/AAAAAAAAAek/dCITtUAJlig/s400/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587544340748610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6-inch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDfGLbzI/AAAAAAAAAec/36Rbb5dQWIY/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDfGLbzI/AAAAAAAAAec/36Rbb5dQWIY/s400/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587544041058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;foot-long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i can say have eaten at the SUBWAY. omigod yummy yum eh. loved it, ate it, and craved it more after that. the rest of the trip would just be your usual shopping trip. and it was the first time, i brought like 5 to 6 shopping bags at one time, made me feel like a girl eh haha. bought one pair of wedges, totally reminded me of syaq, because it was kinda colourful. and as you guys know, im not really a colourful person. btw i totally dont like her right now since she got to see faizal tahir. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDt_VxgI/AAAAAAAAAes/dDnMc0PIXrU/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDt_VxgI/AAAAAAAAAes/dDnMc0PIXrU/s400/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587548038907394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, woke up early, and went to pasar ahad at stadium shah alam. ingatkan nak beli secondhand books jak. but then found a cute tshirt that i like, so yeah, bought that too. and then theres this one "stall" that sells cute cute dresses. but decided to ignore my temptation and maybe bring my friends jak to go there later. at least i wont have to argue with my mum over which dresses i want to but haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired and exhausted, my mum dragged us to tesco. that is unimportant, what happened after that is. she, somehow, went into poh kong(terpaksalah ekot kan?), and we spent like one hour in there. seriously i have never spent that much time and attention on something like that, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;no need to state what i bought, its best if i dont haha. but i did pierce my ears again tho. god it was painful. and i cant eat chicken for now. oh shits. =( on the way back, i drove through a tunnel, and i was so freaking excited. haha i love kl tunnels kay? theyre just so cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two days have been a blast. now i know what jon meant about "dimanjakan a few days/weeks before going to college". and im loving every single minute of it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7358862063507517432?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7358862063507517432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7358862063507517432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7358862063507517432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7358862063507517432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-ish-eh.html' title='girl-ish eh.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SivKDgNoWUI/AAAAAAAAAek/dCITtUAJlig/s72-c/DSC00727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3426410947477811519</id><published>2009-06-04T17:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:21:21.095+10:00</updated><title type='text'>robert downey jr rocks my socks =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sid10bO7Z1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/hY_aiYKP9to/s1600-h/tropic+thunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sid10bO7Z1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/hY_aiYKP9to/s400/tropic+thunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343369026422400850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really could not imagine how this movie was shown in the cinemas. with all the swearing and bad words, you guys must have only heard the *tut* sound throughout the whole movie. and also from being a 2-hour plus movie, it must have been only what one hour maybe in the cinemas for the censoring? i dont know why they even bother to let this go through. im not saying this is a good movie, this movie totally rocked for all the gross-out and really really stupid scenes that made me laugh, also with the whole cast of whos who. but i mean, our government has been crapping about our culture my whole life and they can let TROPIC THUNDER go through? thats just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i really dont feel like going into the movie pun details, you guys have to watch it yourselves. just two facts. robert downey junior DOES NOT look good in blue eyes and blonde hair, but of course, he still rocks my socks especially when he talked with an australian accent in the movie. =). and the actor i have hated my whole life, tom cruise, but i didnt even realize it was him until the end of the movie, when he tried to be macho, haha, like he usually does. YES, I WOULD WATCH TROPIC THUNDER AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3426410947477811519?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3426410947477811519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3426410947477811519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3426410947477811519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3426410947477811519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/robert-downey-jr-rocks-my-socks.html' title='robert downey jr rocks my socks =)'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sid10bO7Z1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/hY_aiYKP9to/s72-c/tropic+thunder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6392600211381594650</id><published>2009-06-02T16:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:38:34.562+10:00</updated><title type='text'>first day flip flops</title><content type='html'>i just realized how broke i am. =(. thank god my parents are coming this thurs tho. despite all that, i managed to buy two things yesterday, which is an investment, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiTIL3IaxpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZLwnQQEIXx8/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiTIL3IaxpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZLwnQQEIXx8/s400/DSC00710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342615164071626386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look how grand it is. only rm2 but will cost so much more in the future especially as it represents the 35th anniversary of diplomatic relationship between china and malaysia. too bad i didnt get to buy the fan-like folder tho, as i arrived 20 minutes late ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiTIMAQk_jI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yWIXB80PpkU/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiTIMAQk_jI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yWIXB80PpkU/s400/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342615166521769522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have been searching for a new flip flop since april. so whatever you guys might say, im telling this off as an investment. i go everywhere with flip flops bah. only rm10 people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6392600211381594650?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6392600211381594650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6392600211381594650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6392600211381594650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6392600211381594650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-flip-flops.html' title='first day flip flops'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiTIL3IaxpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZLwnQQEIXx8/s72-c/DSC00710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7091608571549039000</id><published>2009-06-01T09:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:18:23.737+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by hafizah farah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 0px 0px 10px; clear: none; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. have you ever been asked out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- parents' room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. what's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- i think he does, just not as much as i like him and not enough to start anything/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. what is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- slightly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.what color of underwear are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- grey and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Missing something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- thosai kat bombay masala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. if you could go back in time and change something, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- not go out with mr bangang that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 0px 0px 10px; clear: none; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. if you must be an animal for one day, what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- online and reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.the song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- none for the time being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. who did you copy and paste this from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- hafizah farah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- melanie jerry. ieda junaidi.farsilla khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. when was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- may 21st =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- moderately large, in front of my friends. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. if you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- controlling things with your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.what's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- whether theyre sedap mata memandang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. what do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- ice blended mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.) what's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- it wont be a secret if i tell you, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.do you still watch kiddie movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25.what's on your walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- photos. portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. what are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- besides malay and english? nawp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;28.what's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- HIS body smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30.have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- yes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. what are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- first day cover stamp! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. what should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- showering maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- syuqrat firdaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. how often do u talk to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- why would i?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. if you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- none. mine suits just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- it depends how long i have known the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. what is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;no one. just homesickness. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I'm tagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;those who would bother to copy and paste this into their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7091608571549039000?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7091608571549039000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7091608571549039000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7091608571549039000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7091608571549039000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-hafizah-farah.html' title='tagged by hafizah farah'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1005517185258127340</id><published>2009-05-31T17:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:25:45.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's superjack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiIuhqrLz_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xpAAAj441lM/s1600-h/yesterday%27s+papers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiIuhqrLz_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xpAAAj441lM/s400/yesterday%27s+papers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341883263940808690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this book at a book fair a few months ago. had no time to look over the sypnosis as i had friends waiting for me and staring at me like a hawk to hurry up so i just decided to grab any 3-for-rm10 book in the thriller section. as i stared at the cover when i got back, i felt a little bit of regret for buying it before reading the sypnosis. so i set it aside, making way for other books that i thought would be more interesting. finishing those, i decided to just get it over with and read the book that i thought would bore the hell out of me. boy was i wrong. this book has so much(but not excessive) twist and turns that you would never have guessed who the murderer was until the authour itself lay it all put for you. and i love that! i hate it when i can guess who the murderer is before finishing it. so, this book is  a must-read for those who love to settle down with a good mystery before going to sleep. its a series actually, about harry devlin who always manages to get himself involved in something he shouldnt have got involved with, like all mystery heroes and heroins do. this time, its about a thirty-year old case who has been closed when the supposed-to-be murderer confessed and killed himself. but what if he wasnt the murderer? this is what harry devlin is trying to find out, and in the end, manages to solve 3 cases at one go. the best part is? harry devlin is a solicitor =)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiIuiPMtHqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Fo25S6Ijyv0/s1600-h/superjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiIuiPMtHqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Fo25S6Ijyv0/s400/superjack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341883273745079970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like the previous book, i kinda underestimated this book.  but the more interesting thing abt this book was the main character, billy rucker. an ex cop who got out of the police force when his brother fell into a coma, he, like harry devlin, loves to get involved in something he shouldnt have. but at the same time, its an interesting thing to read about his personal life too. also a series and this is the third book.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1005517185258127340?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1005517185258127340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1005517185258127340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1005517185258127340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1005517185258127340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterdays-superjack.html' title='yesterday&apos;s superjack'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SiIuhqrLz_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xpAAAj441lM/s72-c/yesterday%27s+papers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5146751681279258884</id><published>2009-05-29T22:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:50:13.885+10:00</updated><title type='text'>first day cover china-malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sh_ZznKkN2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/EIcl4hbPRjw/s1600-h/stamp+1st+june.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sh_ZznKkN2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/EIcl4hbPRjw/s400/stamp+1st+june.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341227163794552674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              terliur aku ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stamp collectors can purchase it at post offices this Sunday in Perlis, Kedah, Kelantan and Terengganu; Sabah (June 2), Sarawak (June 3); Klang Valley and other states on Monday, June 1. A special folder, in the shape of fan, is priced at RM5 each. For online purchase, click to &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.posonline.com.my/" target="_blank"&gt;www.posonline.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;p&gt;CANT WAIT =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5146751681279258884?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5146751681279258884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5146751681279258884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5146751681279258884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5146751681279258884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-cover-china-malaysia.html' title='first day cover china-malaysia'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sh_ZznKkN2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/EIcl4hbPRjw/s72-c/stamp+1st+june.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5324511287321074355</id><published>2009-05-28T22:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:17:18.131+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart ewan mcgregor =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sh6AtvRChGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/glk1LWFEgFY/s1600-h/angels+and+demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sh6AtvRChGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/glk1LWFEgFY/s400/angels+and+demons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340847731378390114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose there are no directors or producers who can make a movie as great as their respective books, especially books by someone as genius as dan brown himself. of course i didnt like the changes but hell, they had to because the book held so much more information than what you can compress into a 3-hour movie. and im not going to list down the changes here because then this would be a very long post. but im glad i went and watch it despite my paranoia telling me it would suck like any other movie based on books(excluding harry potter of course). yes, i didnt like this movie any better than the book, because come on, dan brown is just pure genius and nothing can match what he has instilled in his fans by reading angels and demons. but i believe, that ron howard and the guys have managed to make the best movie they could out of what they have and their limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan mcgregor was supper yummy, even when he was just acting as a priest, or more specifically, a carlamengo. the assasin wasnt what i imagined him to be, until i saw how he didnt even wince as he got shot and how he can manage to kill many more people after that. it was impressive and now i think he was just perfect and superbly hot as an assasin. and i think he was that guy from heroes season 3 part 2? the one who can held his breath in the water forever ya. haha. tom hanks was tom hanks, one of the greatest actor ever lived. i looked up to him in da vinci code, loved him in the terminal and adored him in forrest gump. and of course, i loved and adored him as robert langdon in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you have read or not the book, this movie is a must-watch. and dont sweat it if you havent watched da vinci code. you wont be feeling like you missed anything out. and unlike da vinci, it doesnt have any conflicting ideas about the history of christianity. alas, but not least, i have held my breath towards the end of the movie(despite knowing whats going to happen), and thats a solid proof of how good the movie was. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5324511287321074355?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5324511287321074355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5324511287321074355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5324511287321074355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5324511287321074355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-ewan-mcgregor.html' title='i heart ewan mcgregor =)'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sh6AtvRChGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/glk1LWFEgFY/s72-c/angels+and+demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1208219313208740044</id><published>2009-05-26T17:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:24:35.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>internationally BORING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/ShuZHOvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p_tjRL98mpY/s1600-h/the+international.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/ShuZHOvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p_tjRL98mpY/s400/the+international.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340030132671970658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imagine going to the atm bank not to withdraw money, but to use the money to hire an assasin? well at least thats what the trailer applied the movie to be like. i really really thought the movie to be an intelligent one, such as the eagle eye or at least lucky num slevin. but alas, its just a typical thriller. BORING. SLOW. LOTS OF BLOOD. and well BORING. i didnt even hold my breath sekejap pun, not even once. well, the positive side, i know more abt missiles trading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1208219313208740044?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1208219313208740044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1208219313208740044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1208219313208740044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1208219313208740044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/internationally-boring.html' title='internationally BORING'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/ShuZHOvLfWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p_tjRL98mpY/s72-c/the+international.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-960991717948292992</id><published>2009-05-20T07:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:19:05.684+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cinta and rangga, another version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cinta was laughing her head off when the 'lucky' song came on the radio. rangga was in the backseat and he started singing. there were nothing more between them but the song brought back memories, even if it was not much. he continued singing and he reached for cinta's hand. cinta shook her hand off. this was their last night together. they might never see each other again, or at least they might not do these things again ever. rangga tried again reaching for her hand. she didnt decline. she just closed her eyes while listening to him singing. she sang a few words but then stopped. because all she wanted to do at that time was just breathe in the moment, lock it in her memory and keep it in her heart. always. the last night of them together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-960991717948292992?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/960991717948292992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=960991717948292992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/960991717948292992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/960991717948292992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinta-and-rangga-another-version.html' title='cinta and rangga, another version'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6527281229503267775</id><published>2009-05-16T22:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:35:03.967+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by nasquin =)</title><content type='html'>1. are you lonely? - sometimes&lt;br /&gt;2. are you happy? - biasa jak&lt;br /&gt;3. are you sad? - at some things&lt;br /&gt;4. are you Indonesian? - no&lt;br /&gt;5. are you expensive? - i hope so =)&lt;br /&gt;6. are you blonde? - no&lt;br /&gt;7. are you Irish? - no&lt;br /&gt;8. are you student? - in a few months&lt;br /&gt;9. are you desperate? - not really, i dont think so, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;10. are you male or female? - female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. name: anis suhaila&lt;br /&gt;2. birthplace: kuala lumpur&lt;br /&gt;3. real hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;4. ethnicity: malay&lt;br /&gt;5. talent: i can count real fast? or read real fast?&lt;br /&gt;6. birthday: september 4th&lt;br /&gt;7. mood: ntah lah?&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite color:white&lt;br /&gt;9. where do you live: kuching&lt;br /&gt;10. left or right handed: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten things about your love life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do you love someone? - unfortunately yes&lt;br /&gt;2. do you believe in love at first sight? - oh no.&lt;br /&gt;3. who ended your last relationship? - mutual understanding that it was a really BIG mistake.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever hurt anyone emotionally? - yes&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever broken someone's heart? - yes&lt;br /&gt;6. longest relationship? - five months&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever liked someone but never told them? - yes&lt;br /&gt;8. are you afraid of commitment? - sometimes&lt;br /&gt;9. have you hugged someone within the last week? - yes =)&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever had a "secret" admirer? - not that i know of haha =). oh oh ada, and i had a crush on him too but we never got to telling each other tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten this or that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. love or lust: right now, i prefer lust, thank you. so much less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;2. accent or no accent: british accent please =)&lt;br /&gt;3. cats or dogs: puppies!&lt;br /&gt;4. a few best friends or many regular friends: few best friends&lt;br /&gt;5. myspace or friendster: facebook!&lt;br /&gt;6. pepsi or coke: coke.&lt;br /&gt;7. wild night out or romantic night?: romantic night out.&lt;br /&gt;8. money or happiness: happiness.&lt;br /&gt;9. night or day: night&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or msn : IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten have you evers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been caught sneaking out? - not yet, and i hope not ever.&lt;br /&gt;2. been skinny-dipping with your bf/gf? - haha NO.&lt;br /&gt;3. done something you regret? - yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. bungee jumped? - no&lt;br /&gt;5. lied to someone you loved? - yes&lt;br /&gt;6. finished an entire jawbreaker? - saya blur&lt;br /&gt;7. looked through a significant other's phone, email, myspace, etc. because you thought they were cheating on you? - i looked through BUT NOT because i thought they were cheating on me&lt;br /&gt;8. wanted an ex boyfriend/girlfriend/date back? - ada lah sorang duak&lt;br /&gt;9. cried because you lost a pet? - no&lt;br /&gt;10. wanted to disappear? - oh yes many times eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten preferences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. light hair or dark hair: dark&lt;br /&gt;2. hugs or kisses: hugs&lt;br /&gt;3. shorter or taller: taller&lt;br /&gt;4. intelligence or attraction: attraction(for me intelligence is a part of it haha)&lt;br /&gt;5. Jeans or shorts: jeans&lt;br /&gt;6. English or math: omg this is so hard. math?&lt;br /&gt;7. hook-up or relationship: for now, hookups.&lt;br /&gt;8. do you want a girlfriend/boyfriend: yeah but im not ready for anything serious yet.&lt;br /&gt;9. sun or moon: sun&lt;br /&gt;10. day or night: night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 person im tagging:&lt;br /&gt;syaq.mars.zura.pris.eqa.anas.mojo.adie.yana.rina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6527281229503267775?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6527281229503267775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6527281229503267775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6527281229503267775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6527281229503267775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-nasquin.html' title='tagged by nasquin =)'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5683124600286828636</id><published>2009-05-15T20:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:50:11.841+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jpa.mara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO AWANGKU HAZMAN, AFIF AIMAN, AIZAT, MICHELLE JEMANG and semua semua yang lain who has gotten their Mara scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;also to NABILA HANI, FARRAH PING, SHEREENA, EMELIA HANI and dak lain who has gotten their JPA scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;wish you guys the best of luck and omg i hope we'll be seeing each other selalu =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5683124600286828636?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5683124600286828636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5683124600286828636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5683124600286828636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5683124600286828636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/jpamara.html' title='jpa.mara.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8830224405372000216</id><published>2009-05-14T11:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:06:04.939+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i take quizzes when i have no life</title><content type='html'>WHICH BRAND OF JEANS SHOULD YOU WEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Abercrombie, Gap and Express. Affordable and it covers your lumps perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: agreed. these are the brands i have always checked out first but somehow i never ended up buying it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH CELEB HAIR SHOULD YOU FOLLLOW?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Rihanna's short cropped hair. easy and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: wrong. i think ill look ugly. and since when i was easy and fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU STRESS TOO MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;Results: slighty stressed. youre organized but its okay to be stressd once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: slightly stressed? im the most stressed out person youll ever know, besides mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A GOOD KISSER?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Great! perfect blend of skill and passion.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: awesomeness. but not sure tho. will have to ask around =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TYPE OF COLLEGE IS BEST FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Urban university. universities that belong in major cities.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: i was surprised, i have always thought im more to a pedalaman person haha. but i have changed, and i wont mind studying right in the middle of a major city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO FOR A FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Best friends forever. you give enough time, energy and support.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: i do love my friends but sometimes i just suck being a friend. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH SHOE FITS YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Results: pretty and classic. try out nude heels or heels with delicate details.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: do love these kind of shoes but i dont think im pretty and classic tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH CELEB PERFUME IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Fairy dust by Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: go fuck yourself. oh come on PARIS HILTON???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THE GUY OF YOUR DREAMS?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Jesse Mccartney&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: fuck why? i want ed westwick =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS YOUR STUDY PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Results: Library Lockdown.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU TALK TOO MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;Results: A great communicator. knows when to speak and knows when to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Self opinion: im not sure im good in shutting up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: took those quizzes on seventeen.com. the answers arent all quite true. BUT I DID NOT LIE OR CHEAT. so what do you guys think? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8830224405372000216?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8830224405372000216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8830224405372000216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8830224405372000216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8830224405372000216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-take-quizzes-when-i-have-no-life.html' title='i take quizzes when i have no life'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2126653190236888609</id><published>2009-05-14T00:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:11:22.678+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hes just NOT that into youu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgrTV0oMe_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6gbLchdxMf8/s1600-h/hes+just+not+that+into+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgrTV0oMe_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6gbLchdxMf8/s400/hes+just+not+that+into+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335309080431721458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a reminder for you girls. for especially girls like me. who loves to fall and complicates life. i have fallen in love only twice in my life but trust me i have fallen in like so many times i cant even count anymore. thats a bad thing. this is a reminder abt how stupid we can be when we are in like/love, how we can misread signals or how we can believe only what we want to believe. GREAT GREAT ADVICES:&lt;br /&gt;1) when you think some guy likes you. do not just hurl your body onto him. dont act dumb either. do flirt but flirt subtly.&lt;br /&gt;2) do not ever ever get involved with a married guy. period. trust me it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3) when a guy doesnt want to marry you after seven years without a great reason, LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) when your husband slept with someone else and automatically thinks of moving out, GET A DIVORCE. that means he doesnt want to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the major points. minor ones, youll have to watch this movie yourself. btw i do not believe that a happy ending means you never gave hope on finding someone. hope sucks. because it will dissapoint you every single time. stop hoping. stop searching. just live your life with what you have instead of asking for more. thats what mr bangang taught me, he left, but i love him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2126653190236888609?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2126653190236888609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2126653190236888609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2126653190236888609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2126653190236888609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-just-not-that-into-youu.html' title='hes just NOT that into youu'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgrTV0oMe_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6gbLchdxMf8/s72-c/hes+just+not+that+into+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4575424506864598069</id><published>2009-05-13T15:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:17:24.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>history.trek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgpVKIDFC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ghVozejN7pI/s1600-h/history+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgpVKIDFC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ghVozejN7pI/s400/history+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335170341021223858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i have never heard of this movie before until i stumbled into it in star movies. i love history and of course i love boys. =). so when history+boys= awesomeness. the movie revolves around 8 very intelligent but rebellious boys who are pushed to get to the best schools such as oxford and cambridge. all the while they are taught by Hector, and they can quote from most movies, poems, any piece of literature and history easily, but failed to use it in exams and to take full advantage of their talent. so the headmster decided to hire another teacher who was an oxford graduate, mr irwin. how are the two very different teachers going to work together to help their students? thats the best part. what i love this movie was how real the movie is. how it actually can happen in real life. and how relaxed and funny the movie is, however dramatic the movie can be too. and omg i can die listening to them debate abt history and literature in their hot british accents. im going to sound like jerry but it turned me on haha =). so yeah watch it please please please. and did i meantion there would be gay scenes? just awesome =)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgpVKdIA-II/AAAAAAAAAbY/v87KPeqUL00/s1600-h/star+trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgpVKdIA-II/AAAAAAAAAbY/v87KPeqUL00/s400/star+trek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335170346679072898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;when you are not watching a great movie, you had to have great company. thank god i had that company when i was watching star trek. shit like i really have to tell everyone that i do not like science fiction in any form. movies or books. especially something so alien-ish as star trek. chris pine and zachary quinto saved the movie tho and prevented me from leaving the cinema. im sorry but i really really cant stand scientific things.  most of my classmates might love it but no, not me. watch it if youre a fan of science fiction. if youre not, then dont waste your money or time. please and thank you. =). chris pine was super hot and funny tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4575424506864598069?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4575424506864598069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4575424506864598069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4575424506864598069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4575424506864598069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/historytrek.html' title='history.trek.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgpVKIDFC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ghVozejN7pI/s72-c/history+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5880768569205606180</id><published>2009-05-06T01:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:01:21.689+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sharifah athiraH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgBiVHTcI1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZWKn-1z7zlU/s1600-h/1_569126455l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgBiVHTcI1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZWKn-1z7zlU/s400/1_569126455l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332370073684026194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kepada sharifah athirah, happy freaking 18th bday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;youre a freaking adult and im so jealous of youu. haha. all the best in the future and good luck in everything you doo. i know you dont understand what i talk abt most of the time but we do agree on SOME things, right? haha lovee you trah. and again have a nice birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ps: i hope you will get a tengku boyfriend for your bday. haah! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5880768569205606180?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5880768569205606180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5880768569205606180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5880768569205606180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5880768569205606180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharifah-athirah.html' title='sharifah athiraH'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SgBiVHTcI1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZWKn-1z7zlU/s72-c/1_569126455l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4650924091424973652</id><published>2009-05-05T12:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:01:17.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing.demons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-ogi5z1LI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9qgkAaZp9I0/s1600-h/angels+and+demons%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-ogi5z1LI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9qgkAaZp9I0/s400/angels+and+demons%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332165760908514482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;im praying so so hard that the movie wont dissapoint me. it probably will though since the book is so so perfect. i never thought i can held my breath while reading but i did! i really did! awesome eh. for those who are familliar with physics, isnt it just scary for someone to invent antimatter(opp of matter) and then someone else threatens to destroy the whole city with it? this book just describes ugliness, evil, and death perfectly. so much better than DA VINCI CODE. to those who might not know, this book is the prequel of da vinci code. not sure abt the movie though, some said that they made the movie as a sequel, and not a prequel. if thats true, then it would be the first dissapointment of the movie. well because the book is reflecting a younger robert langdon, not the older one. see? belom tengok dah dissapointed. adoh adoh. takut na maok g nangga. but curiosity kills the cat, and lets just say im a very very curious person haha. especially when ewan mcgregor is playing a very very important character in this movie, besides robert langdon, of course. im just not going to hope for anything high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-qNj6aEwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-EAzYhNkDEY/s1600-h/chasing+harry+winston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-qNj6aEwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-EAzYhNkDEY/s400/chasing+harry+winston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332167633785197314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it has been a while since i read chick literature. "relieved sigh". thank god i still have that girl side of me haha! about 3 bestfriends of ten years, who on one night made a pact to change their whole boring lives in one year. Emmy, a serial monogamist(who only had three boyfriends in her whole life), is planning to live as a single and fun girl who has sex with every guy she meets on every continent as she travels to train as a chef. Adriana is simply just the opposite. She, who never ever had a serious boyfriend, is planning to have one and maybe finally settling down with a HARRY WINSTON ring on her fourth finger by the end of the pact. Leigh didnt promise anything to the girls, just to herself that she would dump her oh-so-perfect boyfriend who she would never be in love with. and maybe she can find some excitement in her life after that. the ending? not as what they hoped. just better. read! and btw i hope they wont make a movie out of this. a lot would have to be censored and it wont be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4650924091424973652?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4650924091424973652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4650924091424973652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4650924091424973652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4650924091424973652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/chasingdemons.html' title='chasing.demons.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-ogi5z1LI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9qgkAaZp9I0/s72-c/angels+and+demons%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-800772418975540288</id><published>2009-05-05T12:14:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:42:39.007+10:00</updated><title type='text'>knight.eagle.panther.up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-hSOHqMSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9utq_2Xj4r4/s1600-h/the+dark+knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-hSOHqMSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9utq_2Xj4r4/s400/the+dark+knight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332157818229895458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;watched it with dad. superbly awesome. the fact that heath ledger died after his act in this movie makes it all perfect. i mean, just imagine, what ifff,  he died for psychological reasons after playing JOKER? mysterious really. and i bet theres a sequel and this time the villain would be the half-face guy(sorry lupa nama!). i was so scared that this movie might dissapoint me after all those huge media frenzy and awards, but nope, the fact that i was in suspense and held my breath throughout the whole movie, proves that this movie kicks ass! the thing is, you just cant predict whats going to happen next in this movie. and i lovee the fact joker questioned humanity and survival and whether humans can be as evil as him when their lives are threatened. sorry much but i do agree that humans with their lives threatened can turn into someone evil. oh yeah i might eat you guys one day haha. batman might not be hot but BRUCE NOLAN is just simply HOT. theres nothing bad abt this movie, even the fact that this one character died didnt make it bad, it made it lebih awesome bebeh haha. =)). thumbs up people! worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-jVFdpkBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KMCwhsyQjnQ/s1600-h/eagle+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-jVFdpkBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KMCwhsyQjnQ/s400/eagle+eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332160066469072914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay im going to admit plain and simple here that SHIA LABEOUF was the main reason i wanted to watch this movie. hello, can you blame me? hes just so geekily hot. and then i watched the trailer again and again and i thought to myself, "how in the world that women in the phone can get to so many places and through so many technologies??". okay. when you watch this movie, youre going to think, this movie is all based on terrorism. wrong. its all tech really. like. we have SO SO MANY movies that tell you abt how dangerous it is to invent something more clever than yourself, right? its just so cliche and boring that i never evn bothered to watch those kind of movies. but eagle eye presents this point PERFECTLY. they didnt even have to put the pengajarn up in a platter like most movies do. this is a must-watch even if you have watched it. watch it again! haha it wont hurt to see shia labeouf again. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: again, was holding my breath throughout the moviee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating:9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-lC43CQ8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Uwk2Ak0dwOk/s1600-h/pink+panther+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-lC43CQ8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Uwk2Ak0dwOk/s400/pink+panther+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161952871498690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissapointingly, not so funny as the first movie. BUT BUT, you still can laugh rolling on the floor lah. just not as often as the first movie. and you wont suddenly laugh on the way to work or school, just remembering abt it. thats what i call a great comedy. haha. pink panther 2  was good, just not great. and seriously lah, im sorry to ruin this for you guys yang belom watch, but the minute aishwarya rai steppped into the movie, i dah tau shes the villain. like its so freaking obvious and it annoys me that i solved it already. i want a movie that tells me what happened not me predicting the movie perfectly. all in all, there were really funny moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RATING:6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-mIYFCjcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FTZ_GOy5mSM/s1600-h/step+up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-mIYFCjcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FTZ_GOy5mSM/s400/step+up+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163146662710722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can never ever get tired of great choreography and songs. thats why i can watch these kind of movies again and again without getting bored of it. honestly, the whole story plot is BORING but the dance steps just made up for it kay? who cares abt plots when you have a kick-ass choreography like that and just the perfect songs to go with it?? its just too bad cassie didnt dance much in this movie. she was just this very pretty ex girlfriend who then falls for someone who wasnt popular. BORING. whatever lah. still love the movie! passionate and inspiring. im watching it again after this! =). salsa is so HOT btw. care anyone to dance with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-800772418975540288?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/800772418975540288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=800772418975540288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/800772418975540288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/800772418975540288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/knighteaglepantherup.html' title='knight.eagle.panther.up.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sf-hSOHqMSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9utq_2Xj4r4/s72-c/the+dark+knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-452630228854059807</id><published>2009-05-01T16:20:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:10:58.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;im not going to matriks. period. =)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to nazura zailah zainorin, farah hasnor and michelle jemang for getting asasi sains at universiti malaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to mohd afif aiman for getting asasi perubatan at UIAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to jonathan wong for getting diploma kejuruteraan awam at UMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to marissa edwin yassin for getting diploma sains in uitm and matrikulasi johor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to yana jaapari for getting diploma kejuruteraan awam at uitm and also matrikulasi melaka. ill see you when i balik kampung k? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to hafizah farah norman for getting diploma architecture in UTM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to dayang liyana for getting diploma in building at UITM and matrikulasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to syazana zadora for getting asasi alam bina at UM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to nada for gettting matrikulasi labuan. shes leaving in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to nana@pau for getting matrikulasi melaka and diploma in accounting at uitm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to fain for getting matrikulasi negeri sembilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to eyka for getting matrikulasi melaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to faizury abol hassan for getting geomatik sumber alam at UITM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to nur ezaimah for getting upm and matrikulasi penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to many others who might have got what they wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and to those who have not, maybe its not something you wanted but maybe its something that will give you a better life. who knows? anything can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;to syaqina ghaffar, please apply taylors cpat2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;to priss, steph and jerry, see you in KL soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;to zhafri, i know im leaving around the time of your bday, but ill send you a really big present k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;to habri, ill always keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-452630228854059807?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/452630228854059807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=452630228854059807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/452630228854059807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/452630228854059807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations.html' title='congratulations'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7118419491118484852</id><published>2009-04-23T06:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:13:42.441+10:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Se95lo5_JrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HE21h74ir8M/s1600-h/friday+the+13th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Se95lo5_JrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HE21h74ir8M/s400/friday+the+13th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610571745339058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;im not going to deny that i closed one of my eyes for the terrifying parts of it. but when i look back, it wasnt all that scary. more to gruesome though. this movie is the perfect example why i dont watch movies that have 'cliche' titles like this one. there were sex scenes. obscene parts. rich and spoilt teenagers who love to find trouble. hot girls who always seem to take their top off. same old dialogue. same old everything. although this was a nice movie to watch at 1245 am at wayang with your friends, i wouldnt want to watch it again. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;rating: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7118419491118484852?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7118419491118484852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7118419491118484852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7118419491118484852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7118419491118484852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-13th.html' title='friday the 13th'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Se95lo5_JrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HE21h74ir8M/s72-c/friday+the+13th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5365358630951499623</id><published>2009-04-19T19:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:38:20.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>not fucking fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fought with my mum the whole day yesterday. about matriculation. i got it. the one in johor. I DO NOT WANT TO GO, YOU HEAR ME?? I WORKED MY ASS OFF SO THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO CHOOSE FOR ME AND I DONT HAVE TO GO FOR FUCKING MATRICULATION. and now with my not-so-straight-a's-but-good-enough result, youre still choosing for me. so not fucking fair. i dont want to leave kuching for something i dont want. you guys. my bestfriends. bangang. sigh. its just not fair. and then my dad pujuk me. he doesnt agree either. but like hes trying to make her happy. so what he said was i know youre getting the UPU, thats a sure thing. and the second you get that offer letter from uitm shah alam, im booking you a flight terus to go back kuching. i promise. i hope youre really going to tunaikan the promise daddy. seriously. im doing this because of what you said. fucking hell. i still dont want to go. but i guess i have to. will be back soon i promise. heh. so yeah im going to johor. with marissa. thats just two more weeks. its so sad. =(. its just not fair. waaahhhh. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5365358630951499623?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5365358630951499623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5365358630951499623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5365358630951499623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5365358630951499623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-fucking-fair.html' title='not fucking fair'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7846988611707825143</id><published>2009-04-16T20:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:40:59.985+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cliche as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SecDfK-WJkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Cdss4ONgr1Y/s1600-h/made+of+honor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SecDfK-WJkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Cdss4ONgr1Y/s400/made+of+honor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325228918445581890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yes. i might be the last person on earth who have just watched MADE OF HONOR. its basically like MY BESTFRIEND'S WEDDING. girl falls for bestfriend. hes about to get married. girl becomes one of the bridemaids. girl tries to stop the wedding. and well girl failed. only this time the main character is a he(tom, a coffee-collar inventor) and hes not just a bridesmaid, hes the maid of honour! and another thing, its totally obvious that the Hannah(the bestfriend) and her bridegroom, Colin is not really in love. i mean like, they have only known each other for 6 weeks and now they want to get married? its totally okay if you guys have known each other forever and only have been dating for 6 weeks. but colin and hannah is just impossible haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so the things i like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) i want a guy bestfriend who remembers everything i want or dont want in starbucks. and a guy bestfriend who orders what i like but sometimes doesnt because he knows its not healthy for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) lovelove the part where Tom(played by patrick dempsey) talked to dogs. hes just so darn cute! hes MCdreamy after all. sigh. =DD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) patrick dempsey again, in a miniskirt. weird but totally cute haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the things i didnt quite like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) lots of inside sex jokes. i laughed at few but it started to become too much. we have limits, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) why oh why do you have to kiss in front of the man you know who loves you?? its just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) last minute cancellations. seriously. its just stupid. waste of money and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4) AGAIN, marrying someone you only KNOW 6 weeks before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) if youre still negotiating the pre-nup ten minutes before your wedding, dont you think your marriage is just going on the WRONG WRONG direction??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) how would you feel when you just realized youre in love with your bestfriend when he/she is just abt to get married? eventhough its just so cliche haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) did someone really invent the coffee collar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4) and syaq, can i play the highland games with her?? would that really determine it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7846988611707825143?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7846988611707825143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7846988611707825143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7846988611707825143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7846988611707825143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/cliche-as-it-is.html' title='cliche as it is'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SecDfK-WJkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Cdss4ONgr1Y/s72-c/made+of+honor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3327798396102344562</id><published>2009-04-14T14:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:41:37.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>notification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when syaq says she has a bad feeling, PLEASE PLEASE just go home and cancel all of your plans. and when you reach home and you nangga nothing happened. dont fret. just be thankful. be thankful that you didnt get to know what will happen if you didnt come back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: yana. i think youre wrong. no one can screw up things as badly as i did. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3327798396102344562?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3327798396102344562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3327798396102344562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3327798396102344562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3327798396102344562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/notification.html' title='notification'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-302251907558785627</id><published>2009-04-11T21:45:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:42:07.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>movies again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeCDGzeJ7aI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9Rrwc0Ta95M/s1600-h/marley+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeCDGzeJ7aI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9Rrwc0Ta95M/s320/marley+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323398912471068066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;watched the dvd. its totally a feel-good movie. its a movie where you dont have to think abt whats going to happen next. lots of weird songs with weird lyrics. laughter all the way and tears at some parts. just sit back and enjoy. dont think too much haha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rating:7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeGSUh-BI_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/j8In0-Nbs14/s1600-h/shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeGSUh-BI_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/j8In0-Nbs14/s400/shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323697115942167538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i hate it. i seriously do. mostly because i have read the book and it was nothing like the book. of course they have the basics of rebecca bloomwood being a shopaholic. but like, they mixed up the plots and LUKE BRANDON was not what i expected. he was supposed to be taller. i mean, of course the actor was hot and etc. but he is NOT luke brandon, you know? thank god, the scripts saved the movie though. if i didnt read the book, i would have liked it well but still, not a movie that i would watch again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rating: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeGR9QhsXjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/V12tyaxkcsI/s1600-h/accidental+husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeGR9QhsXjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/V12tyaxkcsI/s400/accidental+husband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323696716122971698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;truthfully, i have never heard of this movie before, until syaq bought the dvd. but it was funnier and more likeable and like, i love it more than the shopaholic movie. the movie revolves around Emma Lloyd, a love doctor on the radio who by some twist of fate, told one of her listeners to call of the wedding. and the poor guy would be Patrick Sullivan. he heard the whole radio conversation and decided to give her a taste of her medicine by hacking into the New York State Citizen's file and fixed it to say that he was married to her. coincidentally, emma was about to get married with her publisher, Richard. when she discovered the glitch, she went after Patrick to correct the whole thing. spontaneous and fun, patrick is everything you want in a guy. would emma fall for patrick or stick by richard like she always did? =D. a true chick-flick to watch with ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-302251907558785627?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/302251907558785627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=302251907558785627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/302251907558785627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/302251907558785627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-again.html' title='movies again'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SeCDGzeJ7aI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9Rrwc0Ta95M/s72-c/marley+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5967942525253732325</id><published>2009-04-09T03:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:43:25.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SdzYcczsUlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NFbxl4PmahA/s1600-h/rachel+getting+married.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SdzYcczsUlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NFbxl4PmahA/s400/rachel+getting+married.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322366842926027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;okay. i know syaq said this movie was boring. and it was in a way. but i liked it somehow. haha well people do say im boring. so its like this. the movie was taken in a kinda "home movie" like you took it from your own camcorder. its like watching a family home movie but its just not abt your own family. and thank god abt tht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kym is a problematic person who has been in rehab for nine months and was being released for a few days to attend her sister's wedding day. and thats rachel. this movie didnt really revolve around rachel's wedding, but its like youre seeing the wedding and the whole family from the eyes of an ex drug addict whos trying to recover. youre seeing suspicious looks, and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i like the fact that there was a whole variety of cultures. chinese, african-american, you name it. they even did the whole wedding based on an indian wedding theme! sarees and all that. i like the fact that it focuses so much on their sisterly bond, even if they didnt bond at first. i like the fact that the would-be-married couple looked really in love, like if the sky fell, they wouldnt even care less. i love the fact that their wedding was like no ordinary wedding but it wasnt too mewah either. i love the fact that the movie is not like any other movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Facts: anne hathaway was nominated for an academy awards for this character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;            theres this one very obscene scene you have to watch out for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5967942525253732325?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5967942525253732325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5967942525253732325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5967942525253732325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5967942525253732325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/rachel-getting-married.html' title='rachel getting married'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SdzYcczsUlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NFbxl4PmahA/s72-c/rachel+getting+married.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6453597675987352473</id><published>2009-04-05T01:08:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:44:21.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>movie buff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it has been a long time since i reviewed any of the movies i watched. probably because of there were too many movie-like things that happened recently. haha. so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd4i0nqdnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6_iVBkNcRqE/s1600-h/benjamin+button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd4i0nqdnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6_iVBkNcRqE/s320/benjamin+button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320854024397420146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i watched this movie part by part. because, well, its the truth, its soooo sloww in the beginning. the first time i watched it, i even switched it off after a few minutes. haha then because zhaf came to the house, he wanted to watch it, so i tried watching it again until the first half of the mvie. ya pun i dah boring. then i finally paksa myself to try watching it until the ending. and thank god i did. it was aweeesomeee. like its pointlesss for me to tell you the sypnopsis. if you dont know, then, well, you guys have been "kataks in the tempurungs" hahaha. so yeah. watch it and make sure you stick to it until the end. you wont regret it. =DD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd7C5kHszI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ziQJjTETjfk/s1600-h/changeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd7C5kHszI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ziQJjTETjfk/s320/changeling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320856774503805746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;based on a true story. its amazing how police officers can just lie to a mother just to avoid finishing the case. stupid really. its amazing how the police officers control everything in the town, too ahead of themselves until they cant discover the most brutal murders of children the whole time until a boy came and testify abt it. ya pun maseh xmaok cayak gk. heh. but i have to tell you the truth. the movie is good but i just cant stand angelina jolie. tell me everything good abt her. i still wont like her. and i think she didnt show enough love for her kid. well it wasnt good enough for me. props for the kid who played the boy who pretended to be her son. hes good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd8leWd8PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JCW7FQoKxf8/s1600-h/valkyrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd8leWd8PI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JCW7FQoKxf8/s320/valkyrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320858468005834994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i didnt plan on watching this movie pun, because of tom cruise. seriously. tom cruise to me is like angeline jolie to me. i have never liked both of them AT ALL. but then my dad asked me to buy it. so i did. he was too busy that he didnt have time to watch it. so one boring night, i just decided to pop it into the laptop and watch it. wow. never regretted it. the fact abt tom cruise that i never have liked was his amazingly ego and rasa best haha. but somehow in this movie, it worked perfectly. because the character he played, Colonel Von Staffuenberg is exactly like that. so it was perfect. this movie was abt a conspiracy against Hitler, to kill him and take over his government. and then Staffuenberg came into the picture and created an entire new operation. which was OPERATION VALKYRIE. i truly understand it but its too complicated to explain it here. but so far as history goes, everyone knows that the plan didnt work. hitler wasnt killed and was suspected of commiting suicide nine months later. however the body was never found. for all we know, he was still alive long after then. of course hes dead now. no question. mysterious? exactly. =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd8l4AHXUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/c7Hv-QLn8bw/s1600-h/hancock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd8l4AHXUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/c7Hv-QLn8bw/s320/hancock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320858474891402562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;this movie was surprisingly awesomee haha. i love the fact that he saves the world without caring a shit abt it. hancock is a super egoist superhero who creates a bad image of himself in front of the entire world. when he saved a guy who was a PR officer, the guy decided to help hancock look good. well see it for yourself how lah ow? then theres a twist. i so want to tell you guys. soo badly. but i guess it wont be much fun then. sigh. well lets just say charlize theron was super hot in this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6453597675987352473?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6453597675987352473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6453597675987352473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6453597675987352473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6453597675987352473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-buff.html' title='movie buff'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sdd4i0nqdnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6_iVBkNcRqE/s72-c/benjamin+button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5641050648860649690</id><published>2009-04-01T21:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:44:43.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jpa interview today :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;today was the intervieww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but before that. at about 2 am yesterday, i decided to get  the jpa psychology quiz test over with. it was haha soo funny. basically yes or no questions. and the funniest were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) pernahkah anda berbual tentang seks? Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) gembirakah anda apabila berbual tentang seks? Tidak.(it sounds so kinky ow?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3) ketawa kah anda apabila mendengar jenaka lucah? Ya.(i dont want to lie haah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;there were a lot gik funny ones. but those were what i remember the most haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;anyway back to the interview. got to pustaka at abt 140 pm. hungry as hell. was a nervous wreck. then met claire. she was one of the candidates as well. told me to sign my name. and then we sat together and gossiped. banyak ow dosa ku hari ini haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;then claire got called. each group was in groups of 3-5. i think i was like the only malay girl of today's batch of candidates . i felt like i walked into some chinese new year celebration or something. didnt mean anything racist by that. but you know. most malays applied for mara bah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;after one hour like that. i was called to PANEL 1. and i was candidate num 3. we were brought into the waiting room. were asked to assemble our sijil. and then we wait. and wait. and wait. and wait. i think i waited for like one hour. they surely know how to make us unsettled seriously. like the longer you wait, the more negative thoughts you have, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and then it was the final call. chehcheh. they started by introducing themselves. then we were asked to introduce ourselves. it was a group interview bah. i think i got gagap halfway and they helped me by asking me abt my extra subject. THANK GOD. because after that i was comfortable. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;then there were the questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1) do you think facebook and friendster is a must to youngsters??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the first and second guy were like saying yes its a must and gave out their points and all. it was okay and impressive. but i wanted to make my answer one of a kind, you know? so i started with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;me: you know, i dont think facebook is a must only to youngsters. its a must to older people as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;panel: yes i do agree. like i have facebook as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;so i got my first point, well, kinda, haha. dont know if it was that impressive or anything. i finished my answer by stating almost all the applications in facebook just to prove my point. see? thank god i have facebook haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2) crimes commited to children are increasing each day. whats your take on this? what do you think everyone should do to prevent this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the first guy and the last girl said something like parents should be more careful and stuff. and like they are more at fault, you know? my opinion is that, the PENALS, i bet theyre parents and i dont think they would like to be blamed for these things especially from us, who have never been parents bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and the 2nd guy was impressive. hes applying for engineering btw, so its no wonder he suggested having a GPS located in phones and stuff. i mean, when you have so many eyes staring at you, its hard to think of that, you know? but he did. TABIK. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;me: i dont think most parents are to blame. like, how many beribu they say something, halang their kids to do things and stuff. teenagers and kids would still want to do their things their own way. so my take is, that we should show them the effects of talking to strangers and do this dangerous stuff. dont just tell them anymore. show them. do something to them. so that theyll really know. and i have to agree on his take abt the TELCO thing. its quite good. but still, phones can be just thrown anywhere. you still can lose the location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and the rest was like, what if we give you this course? what if we send you here? and stuff. so thats abt it. sigh. after going through the interview, i think i really want this haha. :D. i want to go learn law at UK people! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;congratulations to syaq for passing table test in just abt 5 mins~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and special thanks to syaqina ghaffar and ahmad zhafri for calming me down when i need it the most. sayang kamu. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5641050648860649690?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5641050648860649690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5641050648860649690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5641050648860649690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5641050648860649690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/jpa-interview-today-d.html' title='jpa interview today :D'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8294414962194211155</id><published>2009-03-28T19:16:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:46:46.841+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my number 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 characteristics of your dream guy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;;  honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; knows when all i need is just a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; easy to get along with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; dimples and taring :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; booksmart/streetsmart. just dont be sooo dumbbb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 characteristics that you have never like in a guy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; muslim guys who drinks. no offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; sexist guys who thinks girls are up to no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; guys who just cant confess to their mistakes and always blame the girl in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; guys who cheat on my bestfriends. orang lain i dont care. yes im a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; guys who hit girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 feelings that you have when you’re out with the one you admire?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; gila babi bodooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; flying high in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; nak peluk :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; i want to please him all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; smiles non stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 places that you want to travel with your loved one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; new york&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; kuala lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; bandung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 things that you would give to your loved one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; hugs and kisses :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; everything that he wants. well something that i can afford lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; things that he doesnt like but i know is good for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; akuuu lah hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 songs that you will sing to your partner?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; halo by beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; a little too not over you by david archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; thinking of you by katy perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; kiss me through the phone by soulja boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; love story by taylor swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 friends that you want to tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; syaq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; rina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;; priss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;: yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8294414962194211155?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8294414962194211155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8294414962194211155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8294414962194211155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8294414962194211155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-number-5.html' title='my number 5'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3080870370099115434</id><published>2009-03-20T12:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:21:03.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay. after reading syaq's blog, bruk i teringat, i was supposed to blog abt her lost-for-abt-10-mins phone. haha. and im supposed to do it PRECISELY. so lets start from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11 am. left the house with my sister. picked up syaq. her mum padah why cant we pakai tudung like my sister? :D. haha. drove to spring. ohmygod i parked almost perfectly haha. went to starbucks. bought blended vanilla cream because syaq doesnt want coffee. damn you. haha. syaq went for the job interview. she advertised me to the manager hahahahah. i went for the job interview. but dont think ill be getting it because i will only have 4 months in kuching. so anyone who needs a job and thinks that she/he can drive to the new Starbucks(opening soon) at Jalan Song, do apply haha. and then teman syaq buat a hair extension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;130 pm. left spring. went straight to tun jugah. to jumpa priss for the last time. met steph, toot, mj and anas too. and oh yes, the red-haired monkey's owner too. haha. ate butter chicken as usual. but it all went to waste when it ended up in the toilet bowl a few minutes later(saya tidak defaecate, thank you, haha). decided to send syisya home and picked up zhaf(lama tak jumpa bestfriendku itu, saya rindu haha). FIRST TIME I DROVE ZHAF AROUND, PEOPLE! haha. went to pick beb up at Maxis Center. then Zhaf forced me to let him drive. damn damn you. haha. hes a pro, so whatever lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4pm. ate at McD Padungan. hanya dua beruk itu sahaja yang makan. then Ardy Tardy and Baby came and ajak us tengok wayang. like seriously, DRAGON BALL, are you kidding me? haha. beb had to watch wayang with " a friend" whos leaving for PLKN. so he went to STAR CINEPLEX. while the rest of us went to riverside. zhaf and i malas nak tengok wayang so ardy said hes just going to masuk dalam sekejap and keluar balit and join us haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but then syaq called. asked us to pick her up kat MCD-I -DONT-THE-NAME-OF-THE-PLACE. haha. well its the other MCD k?? sesat sekejap. i told you zhaf, you should really listen to me MOST OF THE TIME. saw syaq with a distraught face. i thought it was just i-just-fought-with-harith face or -im-just-panas face. haha. but seriously, as i get nearer,  i realized, the last time i saw that kind of her distraught face, it was when mr-you-know-who did something wrong to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway she told us that her phone hilang. which was surprising since i texted her a few minutes ago. and then theres these two chinese ladies came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(pardon me if dialogue tak betul sangat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CL1: already got your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: no i asked but they said no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CL2: i saw the perempuan with the pink tshirt ambik. you should really ask. check all their handbags betol2. theyre upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: cn you do it for me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cl1: hahahahahaha no no, you do lah. go, go check their handbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: okay okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so we went upstairs. brought zhaf with us because manelah tau kan, they decided to play kasar. eventhough, personally, i think no one would ever be takut of zhaf, hahahahaha. anyway, syaq was pretending to just look around for people while zhaf and i nang look around as we dont know whos the pink tshirt girl theyre talking abt. then this old lady started to tegur us, syaq moved forward and then bruklah i saw the pinktshirt girl.(who looked like she was just going to pee in her pants). im guessing she s abt 8 years old??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;old lady: pahal towk? pahal towk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: mek crik phone mek towk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pinktshirt girl: (tried to say something and then stopped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;old lady: aok aok ada ngan mek. xda mek maok curi barang orang bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: oh ada ngan ktk? oh2 mek pun ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;young lady: (opened up her bag) colour pa phone ktk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: merah and hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;young lady: slide kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: aok2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;young lady: (took out the phone) ahhahahaha. lalu terbuka bateri phone towk eh. hahaha kelak org ingat mekorg ambik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq:(pretended to laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;old lady: aok kita towk xboleh ambik barang orang ah? mek pegang jak, kelak org tanyak bruk mekorg berik. xboleh curi barang org bah. okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: aok2 yalah2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;old lady: yalah lain kali ktk tanyak benar2 kmk. tanyak trus. okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;syaq: aieeee mekorg dah tyk dahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;old lady: ohh dah tanyak dah........ aok2 lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay. you guys werent there so let me explain why i think that they didnt have any intention of giving us the phone back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) earlier syaq asked this one fat lady(who was also with them) abt the phone. and she was like padah xda ambik. and then syaq wanted to check her bag. and she was like "check lah check lah!". and then the pinktshirt girl started to say something to syaq, and the old lady herdik her, something like "kau tok pahal maok padah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) the phone rang many times already when it was with them. why cant they intiate something and tell whoever that called or texted abt the missing phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) they took out the freaking battery. how obvious is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) they realized phone syaq ada security code and decided to act like the good people and give it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) why didnt the fat lady say something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) they look too fucking guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after that syaq went to thank the chinese ladies. and then the fat lady lalu and sindir us somethng like "xda aku maok ambik phone kau bahhh.". like wtf??? terasa kah kawan? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6pm. zhaf drove us back to his house. i drove back to town. syaq wants to play bowling. and then tak jadi because xbest main dua org jak bah. ardy then ajak us to follow him to airport to send naim to kl, bla3. so we decided to drive our own cars and meet up at fatin's hse. i really thought ardy sampai first since he drives like a lunatic hahaha. but no, i sampai first. but then my mum called and then suruh balit umah that time jwak. so yeah we balit. wow i didnt think my post would be this long haha. belum gk i cerita pasal that night hahahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know i lovee you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3080870370099115434?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3080870370099115434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3080870370099115434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3080870370099115434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3080870370099115434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiring-day.html' title='tiring day?'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-830455309001580287</id><published>2009-03-16T00:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:54:34.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'>slumdog millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sb0WQIeKa1I/AAAAAAAAATg/hAtSKs1S54s/s1600-h/slumdog+millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sb0WQIeKa1I/AAAAAAAAATg/hAtSKs1S54s/s400/slumdog+millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427601774766930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A work of a a genius. the best thing abt this movie was that it didnt work like a fairytale but it made sure that the hero/heroin got what they deserved. this movie was based in mumbai, a story of Jamal Malik, a chaiwalla who was caught on suspected fraud after giving all the right answers up to the final question. throughout the night, he had to go through his whole life story to show how he knew the answers. and the way it unfolds was just simply marvellous.  DESTINY rocks big time. and of course, the major questions will be answered at the end of the movie. why did he go on the show in the first place? and would he really win? great soundtrack. i mean, im not going to buy the cd or anything, if ada, but it suited perfectly with the mvie. there was even a song by M.I.A.(she is Tamil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rating: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-830455309001580287?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/830455309001580287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=830455309001580287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/830455309001580287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/830455309001580287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='slumdog millionaire'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sb0WQIeKa1I/AAAAAAAAATg/hAtSKs1S54s/s72-c/slumdog+millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5496307013474090791</id><published>2009-03-13T10:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:21:41.927+10:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and scared</title><content type='html'>i am happy with myself, yes, but at the same time im so scared that it will all be taken away from me. its just so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, please dont add to my list of Juju's. youre probably like the last person that i would have thought that would turn into one. but maybe your last heartbreak have changed you after all. oh shit. please dont change. i would prefer the rejection than the playing around from you. its different with you. we like have sejarah together, you know? dont spoil that. heh. god i sayang you lah. and if you do end up as a juju, then i know youll be the juju who will hurt me the most. sigh. like syaq said, "suffer jak lah".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5496307013474090791?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5496307013474090791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5496307013474090791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5496307013474090791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5496307013474090791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-and-scared.html' title='happy and scared'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-648662773380870983</id><published>2009-03-06T22:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:24:56.728+10:00</updated><title type='text'>im in lovee with anoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVeEQrTjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lfF0hXu0b2Y/s1600-h/megancorkcrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310049041930473010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVeEQrTjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lfF0hXu0b2Y/s320/megancorkcrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVd9G2-uI/AAAAAAAAATI/HWkbbjE24rc/s1600-h/mattgiraud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310049040010246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVd9G2-uI/AAAAAAAAATI/HWkbbjE24rc/s320/mattgiraud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVdgZDunI/AAAAAAAAATA/aYdKsiTIuNA/s1600-h/jasminemurray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310049032301951602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVdgZDunI/AAAAAAAAATA/aYdKsiTIuNA/s320/jasminemurray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to Megan Corckey, Matt Giraud and Jasmine Murray for getting the last seats into the TOP 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVdXl_HGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t0kWT1Fe9PQ/s1600-h/anoopdesai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310049029940255842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVdXl_HGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t0kWT1Fe9PQ/s320/anoopdesai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH WAIT! TOP 13. Congratz to Anoop Desai who was the cause of the 13th seat in the first place. :D. i love you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-648662773380870983?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/648662773380870983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=648662773380870983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/648662773380870983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/648662773380870983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-in-lovee-with-anoop.html' title='im in lovee with anoop'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbEVeEQrTjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lfF0hXu0b2Y/s72-c/megancorkcrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3616356022464320358</id><published>2009-03-06T12:50:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:03:50.492+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRUX5lCdI/AAAAAAAAASY/aZChZ7KmnYs/s1600-h/lilrounds%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903739868744146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRUX5lCdI/AAAAAAAAASY/aZChZ7KmnYs/s320/lilrounds%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRVNmq1mI/AAAAAAAAASg/YH9HLUJlkVo/s1600-h/scottmacintyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903754284947042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRVNmq1mI/AAAAAAAAASg/YH9HLUJlkVo/s320/scottmacintyre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRUBx69_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/9-PRghra0IA/s1600-h/Kris+Allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903733931046898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRUBx69_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/9-PRghra0IA/s320/Kris+Allen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRGAq6RiI/AAAAAAAAASI/13ZGfCJzrRI/s1600-h/Jorgenunez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903493115037218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRGAq6RiI/AAAAAAAAASI/13ZGfCJzrRI/s320/Jorgenunez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRF0-y69I/AAAAAAAAASA/dCwncprXEws/s1600-h/allisoniraheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903489977215954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRF0-y69I/AAAAAAAAASA/dCwncprXEws/s320/allisoniraheta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRFfTsjOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NuChQVQ6jU8/s1600-h/adamlambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309903484159298786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRFfTsjOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NuChQVQ6jU8/s320/adamlambert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cngratulations to Lil Rounds, Scott Macintyre, Jorge Nunez, Kris Allen, Allison Inaherty and Adam Lambert(hes gay?) for going through to the next round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCR8R93Q3I/AAAAAAAAASo/4vukI_WKphw/s1600-h/anoop5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309904425470870386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCR8R93Q3I/AAAAAAAAASo/4vukI_WKphw/s320/anoop5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCSB_yL45I/AAAAAAAAASw/yTPW9NLT6QU/s1600-h/vnsmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309904523669267346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCSB_yL45I/AAAAAAAAASw/yTPW9NLT6QU/s320/vnsmith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and of course, to anoop and von, you guys deserve to be in the WILD CARD. i hope they will kick ass, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3616356022464320358?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3616356022464320358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3616356022464320358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3616356022464320358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3616356022464320358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cngratulations-to-lil-rounds-scott.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SbCRUX5lCdI/AAAAAAAAASY/aZChZ7KmnYs/s72-c/lilrounds%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1038936250553895387</id><published>2009-03-05T13:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:46:34.927+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lebih dari suka hampir kpd sayang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sa9GZs_EnRI/AAAAAAAAARw/fdx1FfvPFsM/s1600-h/selamat+pagi+cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309539893079481618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sa9GZs_EnRI/AAAAAAAAARw/fdx1FfvPFsM/s320/selamat+pagi+cinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been wanting to watch this movie since i watched the trailer and theres this one scene where Que Haidar was wearing a bunny suit and Sh Amani was hitting him in the head. it looked cute so i decided to watch it. it was kinda a dissapointment. but not a huge one. it was slow, and yeah sloooowwwwww. haha but the best thing abt this movie was it had a lt of funny and cute moments, the ones i would like to have with any future byfriend of mine. it made me laugh, smile and etc. aiya. i forgot to give you the sypnopsis. there are two love stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ilham(Pierre) and Julia(Fazura) who married under the influence of a coin. Ilham was so sure that shes the right one after meeting her for only three times. Fazura wasnt so estatic. so they decided to flip a coin and if the gmbr WAU appear three times in a row, they will get married. well its obvious now it did, haha. as husband and wife, they were the perfect couple. everytime Ilham wakes up and look at Julia, he would be like "selamat pagi cinta". all their portraits were like Ilham watching her with pure love, and Julia looking at the camera with a huge smile on her face. i love photos like that. they were so happy until Ilham found out he was going to die(i still dont know the illness, haha). he didnt tell Julia(like all movies, sheesh). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azam(Que) and Suci(Amani) who has been crushing on each other for months(they were classmates). Azam was poor who has to take care of his grandpa and all while Suci practically can get everything she wants. after finally going out, they became madly in love with each other(seriously i dont want to fight like they do). until Suci found out she has to get married with someone else. i fell in love with Que when he said "lebih daripada suka, hampir kpd sayang' it didnt sound cheesy at all, haha, okay maybe a little. still. i like it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to tell you the truth. neither got their happy ending. but that what makes it stand out from other movies. if you watch this movie, you will knw what made these love stories interlinked. i wont tell you haha. (btw there will be something abt THE coin later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1038936250553895387?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1038936250553895387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1038936250553895387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1038936250553895387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1038936250553895387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/lebih-dari-suka-hampir-kpd-sayang.html' title='lebih dari suka hampir kpd sayang'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sa9GZs_EnRI/AAAAAAAAARw/fdx1FfvPFsM/s72-c/selamat+pagi+cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5535965042276926193</id><published>2009-03-03T18:40:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:07:39.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3 PENANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, i woke up at 830, which totally canceled my plan to go jungle tracking(suppsedly held at 9). i still cnt understand why does it have to be so early. went down to have breakfast, this time with my grandaparents. however i ate less maybe because of the spaghetti i ate the other night. it was a lot, mind you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we received a copy of NST instead of the Star which is what i usually read. somehow i never really liked how the journalists in NST write. just an opinion though. anyway i decided to get a copy of The Star from the concierge. the guys there just smiled and gave me the copy while saying that i wasnt supposed to get it. see the advantages of being a girl? i didnt even have to be an attractive one! :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i headed to the garden to tan. as usual in my own way. with the wind, sun and the pleasure of reading what politicians say to each other, it was almst like heaven. while i was doing all that, my grandparents decided to have a massage.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308880760265061634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sazu7H6BNQI/AAAAAAAAARI/x_wA7cT_XJQ/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308880764302607474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sazu7W8pRHI/AAAAAAAAARY/2A_TOrrbniY/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308880761043475506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sazu7Kzm3DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_PvX1_ft1VU/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;as usual, no pictures of me. my tokmak asked me whether i wanted to have a massage too. i said no, i want a facial instead, but its mahal lah. and then being my generous and overspending tokbah, he took out money and urged me to go. so yeah, i went to the spa and did my facial. it was relaxing, except for the part where the kakak picit my jerawat. i was like "oh no the reincarnation of Eqa". haha. wanted to take a picture but segan to ask her to take it for me haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after facial, went back to the room and start packing. at 2, we left. our next destination was Penang International Sports Arena(PISA). coicidentally, there was THE STAR EDU FAIR at the time. why nt take some time to check it out right? it was like filled with so many people. there was a course to become a flight attendant(but didnt approach me, haha), a one -year experience to become an au pair in paris or camp counsellor in US. if nak more details, tell me. i have the brochure. there was like almost 20 centres only for medicine. i almost gave up when i saw another entrance leading to more centres. and yeah, talked to two colleges abt law. but they dont have any scholarship offer. and i dapat the STAR NATIONAL EDUCATION FUND application form. kalau nak, tell me, i will phtostate it for you. the deadline is two weeks after spm results are released. i received more science-related brochures in the end, so i gave it all to jiji instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that we had sme lunch and we were off back to kl. sampai KL like pukul 9 maybe? and went to dinner at Restoran Cina Muslim. they sell seafood and we ordered tilapia. but when it arrived i felt so guilty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308884376274386066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyZiTO7FI/AAAAAAAAARo/HpGMQlBSx74/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308884581281098834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyZiTO7FI/AAAAAAAAARo/HpGMQlBSx74/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazyNml0vJI/AAAAAAAAARg/ctVfyZBdMZc/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean look at it. its like saying "please dont eat me". to make matters worse, it was just swimming a few minutes ago. sad lah. after eating we went back home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: please consider going penang together okay syaq and mars? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know i love you~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5535965042276926193?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5535965042276926193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5535965042276926193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5535965042276926193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5535965042276926193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-3-penang.html' title='DAY 3 PENANG'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Sazu7H6BNQI/AAAAAAAAARI/x_wA7cT_XJQ/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5602940355813259649</id><published>2009-03-03T15:29:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:00:40.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the day before i berangan to wake up before 7 and join the morning jog held by the hotel. but after a tiring night, i wke up at 8, i think. washed up and went down for the buffet bfast. i didnt have the same room with my tkmak and tkbah and so we didnt go to bfast together. buffet bfast is my favourite among all buffets. haha. i cant even list dwn what i ate, as i ate too much. mula2 dok sorang and then after my tkmak and tkbah went down, i sat with them and also Uncle Wan. he was surprised tengok i besar sgt since he jumpa me masa kecik dolok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after bfast, i was planning to mandi and head down to tan in my own way( read or listen to mp3 while shielding away from the sun, haha). didnt bring my swimming suit because it would be frowned upon by my tkmak, tkbah and aunt. but after seeing the huge swimming pool, i felt a huge stab of regret, huhu. anyway, i didnt do it according to plan, instead i fell into bed and didnt feel like getting up at all. my aunt then set my tokmak up with one of the participant's wife. her name is Tengku Idoera and she was maried to a German. she was the same age with my tkmak but you wouldnt guess it at all. they talked like they have been friends forever. haha. i guess they were kindred spirits. after 30 minutes like that, i head down to buy a map of Penang. when i went up, my tkmak was getting ready to go out with Tengku. apparently she wanted to get some stuff from her house(yes she lives in Penang) and invited us along. it was a 45 minute drive, i think but it was worth it. her house is gorgeous. it was next a golf course and it was on a hill. surrounded by flowers it was beautiful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308833601045870786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazECGH_OMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RUA3DF7CnIc/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    her living room&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308833615372738354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazEC7fx3zI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XLD5RhusQgE/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                       my tkmak with Tengku's cucu, Putri Lela Armani&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308833617560785330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazEDDpc0bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QWZLs7kZW_A/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                        the view from her house, yes its the golf course&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308834590105394370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazE7qqJ3MI/AAAAAAAAARA/7GUWz0E0zRI/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                       one of the trees at the patio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there were two kittens playing and it made me miss my Tuah, huhu. we ordered Dominoes but after an hour, we decided to teach them a lessn cuz it still didnt come. went back to the hotel and everything went as usual. watched a movie, went tanning, walked at the beach and etc. my tkbah suddenly craved for a Coke so i had to run across the street in the rain to get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that night, we ate at the warung across the street but a different one. they sell western food instead and i ordered spaghetti carbonara. yummy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another funny incident that night. my aunt and i were on the way back to the room when i decided to go naik tingkat 10(our room is at tingkat 2) to see how it feels like. btw the elevatr is like a tube so you can see outside. so we did, haha. and when we sampai tingkat 9, it was so high that we screamed. haha. reflex action. and then when we go out of the elevator, an Arab couple looked at us alarmingly. appparently they heard us, haha and the husband asked my aunt in Arab and she was like "tak tau". haha. they decided to take another elevator instead. must have thought we were crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: Day 3 will be coming later. i need to go to JPJ first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5602940355813259649?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5602940355813259649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5602940355813259649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5602940355813259649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5602940355813259649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2 Penang'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SazECGH_OMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RUA3DF7CnIc/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3393921389384022853</id><published>2009-03-03T14:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:29:20.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 Penang</title><content type='html'>sorry if i didnt reply to any of your messages. and thanks rina for the luck. i went to penang to accmpany my aunt for her German course(interaction between Malays and Germans) the past weekend and it was awesome and funny. and i menyesal i didnt do more of the things there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Melaka the day before so today we bertolak from my aunts hse. thank god i didnt lupak my luggage again. bertolak from the house at 10. decided to have lnch near Jalan Universiti, the warung is like bawah pokok with dozens of lauk. juling lah haha. and then we went straight to penang. i think we stopped a lot and we arrived at the Penang Bridge at 4. and we arrived at the hotel by 5. Bayview Beach Hotel. Routine kalau dah sampai hotel: letak beg, lompat atas katil, bukak tingkap and langsir and ambik gmbr view. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Say2V9A2VzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vmtNhcS3OF8/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308818549034604338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Say2V9A2VzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vmtNhcS3OF8/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Say3Bqff4vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5zJe4z-Wbds/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308819299977126642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Say3Bqff4vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5zJe4z-Wbds/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovely isnt it? after sembahyang and all, my tokbah and i pergi makan dinner across the street.(like one plate of rice in the hotel costs rm30). it was okay and it was understandable why the warung tak banyak orang. after tapau for my tokmak, we went back to the hotel. i headed to the library after that as soon as i know the hotel ada library. on the way, terserempak with my aunt who was actually having a buffet dinner with her German friends. they invited me over because banyak sangat makanan. so i did. knowing me, i can never turn down that kind of invitation, haha. YES, EVEN IF MY STOMACH IS FULL. ate some hokkien mee and popiah. but taklah sedap sangat considering its a four-star hotel. kat our table, i think my aunt, and I and also one of the participant's wives jer malay. throughout the night, i think i heard German language talk more than what i will hear in a German movie. it was funny, i really needed subtitles. the atmosphere was warm with the scent of SKL( Eva was smoking it). my eyes were also getting sleepy until i heard an invitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica: we're thinking to have a walk to the night market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: what night market? where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eva: we walk through the beach, around some houses and then theres the nightmarket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: is it far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: i dont mind walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: well you have to change your shoes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i changed. i was wearing wedges at the time and changed to slippers. then went back to them. after saying goodbyes to the rest, we headed to the beach only to find the gate to the beach was locked. seriously. i wasnt going to patah balik. i will be so sakit hati. so we climbed the gate. it wasnt that high, i think lower than the ones between st jude and the school. we walked, no, practically trudged through the beach. it was so tiring especially after a heavy dinner. dahlah i wasnt that fit anymore after not attenting taekwando for a long time. i though it was never going to end. by the time we arrived at the night market though, i was regenerated, seeing all the DVD's and handbags and stuff. the DVD was only rm4 and Jessica bought like 10 of them. but as i was trying to be more beriman, haha, i didnt buy it. as the night went by, i began to lose interest while E and J was busy talking to this one guy, claiming hes a terific massage-er. and then i ternampak a stall selling shades. so i said to my aunt "jom chu kita try on the glasses for fun". and then i saw the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"YOU CAN TRY BUT NOT FOR FUN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we burst out laughing so i pun try lah nak ambik gmbr of the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Garang: hey cannot ambik gmbr!!!!!(with a really scary note in his voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me; hahahahahahahahaha oh okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ran away and went to my aunt haha. anyway, like pukul 1130 kdak ya, we lost the girls. kdak gila trying to find them. seriously they were just at the next stall and then theyre gone. so we took a cab, gila kah maok jalan balik at 12 am, only the two of us?. balik hotel, i felt gila babeng tired and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purchase of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308829076595285442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Say_6vO6HcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aKHdZhDnTlU/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3393921389384022853?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3393921389384022853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3393921389384022853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3393921389384022853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3393921389384022853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-1-penang.html' title='Day 1 Penang'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/Say2V9A2VzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vmtNhcS3OF8/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4860905675443980098</id><published>2009-02-25T17:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:26:25.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>phd research</title><content type='html'>UNIVERSITY OF NOTTINGHAM IS CONDUCTING A RESEARCH ON MALAYSIAN BLOGGERS WHO BLOG IN ENGLISH OR NON-BLGGERS WHO POST COMMENTS IN ENGLISH. TO THOSE WHO ARE INTERESTED, PLEASE GO HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/bloggingresearch"&gt;www.tinyurl.com/bloggingresearch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4860905675443980098?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4860905675443980098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4860905675443980098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4860905675443980098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4860905675443980098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/phd-research.html' title='phd research'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6660774529162425022</id><published>2009-02-25T15:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:49:19.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga</title><content type='html'>Sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga. thats how i felt a few days ago. after the embarassment when realization finally struck me, i was more embarassed than ever after what happened saturday. i was happily strolling around with my grandma in the wheelchair when we stopped at LOVELY LACE to look at the beautiful flowers they have there. and then i saw this pretty little thing shaped like a high heel where you hang your accessories, and yeah it was pretty. i wanted it lamak dah but i just didnt want to keluarkan my own mney to buy it. in other words, yes i was waiting fr someone else to buy it for me. then my grandma asked me to check the price without having any intention to buy it. so i did. the pice was like below the heel so of course i had to tunggangkan to look at it. and there was this lid on top of it and i didnt know it wasnt attached in any way. so, being the clumsy me, when i tunggangkan the heel to check for the price, the lid came off and CRASH!!. the lid patah haha. and being someone who hates any conscience i had to pay for it. uh huh. the patah lid and all. :(. thank god it still can be used tho. pretty funny when you look back at it but it didnt feel that way at the time. guess its God's way to give me since he knows how lokek i am haha. :D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SaTaKFWaV7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wsC0i9-IMRQ/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306606127719012274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SaTaKFWaV7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wsC0i9-IMRQ/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306605961782026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SaTaAbL83yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NYSP9lX4lt0/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then on sunday night, i was cleaning my room when i realized that a friend of mine pun bday present was missing. ohmygod. i was freaking out like hell and then syaq called me. thanks a lot. and then after wrecking the whole room, i was like praying "oh god please show me the tshirt, you know how much i care for him oh god". and yeah right after that, i found it. haha. it was in this huge plastic bag and i was sitting right on top of it. hahahahaha. it was pretty funny and syaq was like "i told you so" and so yeah. see how powerful God is? haha, dont mess with him. BTW SYAQ THE TSHIRT LOOKED SO NICE ON ME, HAHA, I THINK IT CAN FIT HIM LAH RIGHT? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know i love you~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6660774529162425022?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6660774529162425022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6660774529162425022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6660774529162425022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6660774529162425022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/sudah-jatuh-ditimpa-tangga.html' title='sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SaTaKFWaV7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wsC0i9-IMRQ/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8509714558039541323</id><published>2009-02-21T03:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:30:27.105+10:00</updated><title type='text'>too much like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ7mGzG7jtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2sV-5WvQbf0/s1600-h/old+girl+network.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304930415561903826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ7mGzG7jtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2sV-5WvQbf0/s320/old+girl+network.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after being followed by a guy she spotted on the railway train, her investigations began to find his lost love. this is what you would get from the sypnosis. something like a nancy drew novel? haha wrong. its atually a chick, love story. well something like that. the best thing abt this novel was how the heroin reminded me so much of myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. she dreams a lot. too much until she cant seperate reality from a dream sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. clumsy is her middle name, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. she often got involved with a jerk.(but in the end she found a decent sexu chap, so pray for me, please, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. she is heavy on accents. because shes a Brit, american accent really appeals to her. while i get turned on by british accents. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. she thinks too much. and i mean it. too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. she seems like to masuk campur hal orang, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. she often compares herself to beautiful people, which is bodo because duh, you cant? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. she loves to jump to conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, a lot gik but im kinda tired to list it all out now. going back to the novel, what she supposed to find out for the guy turned out to be otherwise and well, utterly confusing. theres a lot of things you guys can relate to here. throughout the whole journey, she found herself, dignity and true love. really really funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rating: 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i love you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8509714558039541323?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8509714558039541323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8509714558039541323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8509714558039541323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8509714558039541323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-much-like-me.html' title='too much like me'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ7mGzG7jtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2sV-5WvQbf0/s72-c/old+girl+network.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5143840320347175316</id><published>2009-02-21T01:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:24:31.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>shittest of all shits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ONE MORE FACT ABOUT JUJU'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i feel like shit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5143840320347175316?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5143840320347175316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5143840320347175316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5143840320347175316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5143840320347175316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/shittest-of-all-shits.html' title='shittest of all shits'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7003773929017138023</id><published>2009-02-20T17:35:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:47:35.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUP 1 WINNERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ5fSEXiZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/SMllp7qkyEo/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304782175103772530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ5fSEXiZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/SMllp7qkyEo/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ5fgC8OWiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/02PZJoVE0yI/s1600-h/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304782415238945314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ5fgC8OWiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/02PZJoVE0yI/s320/danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304782079685613874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ5fMg6E2TI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2QkoAWApqiI/s320/alexis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO dANNY, ALEXIS AND MICHAEL(with only slightly more votes than anoop) FOR BEING THE FIRST TO MAKE IT TO THE TOP 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: im not worrying abt anoop . im sure hes getting a second chance into the wildcard. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7003773929017138023?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7003773929017138023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7003773929017138023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7003773929017138023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7003773929017138023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/group-1-winners.html' title='GROUP 1 WINNERS'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZ5fSEXiZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/SMllp7qkyEo/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-131381411457543312</id><published>2009-02-17T19:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:46:31.021+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saya sudah LAYAK DIUJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303699915006296034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZqG-PU4P-I/AAAAAAAAANo/0iPQcj4i0pg/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303699918083809714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZqG-aynYbI/AAAAAAAAANw/5t_Oe2GwNvg/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. finee. its just a pre test. but im happy and glad. and next assignment: TEST JPJ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZqGzNTuMLI/AAAAAAAAANg/0N_h-Tbpv18/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-131381411457543312?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/131381411457543312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=131381411457543312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/131381411457543312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/131381411457543312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/saya-sudah-layak-diuji.html' title='saya sudah LAYAK DIUJI'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZqG-PU4P-I/AAAAAAAAANo/0iPQcj4i0pg/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5333812217006305088</id><published>2009-02-15T15:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:10:21.609+10:00</updated><title type='text'>depressingly fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZerJwIIZTI/AAAAAAAAANY/JwT0hvYFQWI/s1600-h/hsm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302895270278227250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZerJwIIZTI/AAAAAAAAANY/JwT0hvYFQWI/s400/hsm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me lame but yes, i just finished watching high musical 3 only at about 4 months after its release. and lamer, yes, i loved it. as usual, watching troy and gabrielle expressing their love is delightful and sickening at the same time. while sharpay is being extra sharpay this time. ryan was being super cute as usual especially looking at the way he treated kelsi and choreographed the whole musical. a new character, jimmy a.k.a rocketman is super funny and surprisingly is able to sing well on his own. its too bad troy and vannesa werent able to attend their own prom. opps? did i spoil it? haha. i didnt expect the ending though and thats why i loved it so much. i was almost sure they would give the Juillard scholarship to troy instead of ryan and kelsi who worked harder than anyone else. but they did otherwise and im so glad for that. and you knw, theres this one scene where vanessa hudgens did a really annoyed and ugly+pretty look. and when you see that, you can just imagine her as Leah Clearwater. maybe she can play the part after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but watching the movie was kinda depressing too. i mean, my senior year is all past me. and i didnt have the love they had, friendship(i do but i lost lots too, at least i know my true friends i guess), i didnt even have prom, or perform for my own sake for the last time. we didnt have a terrific or at least memorable graduation ceremony like theirs. but i couldnt really cmpare my life to the big screen, huh? im just thinking, where did my senior year go to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5333812217006305088?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5333812217006305088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5333812217006305088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5333812217006305088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5333812217006305088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/depressingly-fun.html' title='depressingly fun'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZerJwIIZTI/AAAAAAAAANY/JwT0hvYFQWI/s72-c/hsm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7439337192613027948</id><published>2009-02-13T09:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:18:38.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZT0VY1yhTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/J-ezJJa-vB8/s1600-h/aboutaboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302131309604406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZT0VY1yhTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/J-ezJJa-vB8/s400/aboutaboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hilarious. about a 36 year old guy who does not behave like an adult and a 12 year old boy who does. Will does not work, living with his father's(who killed himself) royalty money. he only thinks about the latest music, fashion and of course women. while Marcus has to think about his depressed mum, his miserable life and the fact that hes being bullied at school. he only listens to old songs and doesnt have the faintest idea about anything on tv or radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they stumbled upon each other's way when Will decided to pretend to be a single dad to get in bed with depressed single mothers. he met angie who was babysitting marcus that day. after the incident where marcus's mother tried to kill herself, will decided to help them, only resulting to his cover being blown up. he became closer to marcus though and together, theyre going to teach other how to act their respective ages. really really touching and funny. i kept laughing aloud and then people will stare at me. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i love you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7439337192613027948?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7439337192613027948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7439337192613027948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7439337192613027948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7439337192613027948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZT0VY1yhTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/J-ezJJa-vB8/s72-c/aboutaboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-995091316471575179</id><published>2009-02-13T09:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:24:50.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZSuK1qJJtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qgCuaieUsho/s1600-h/yan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302054162547680978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZSuK1qJJtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qgCuaieUsho/s400/yan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY to RIDZWAN A.K.A YAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;~ YOURE ANNOYING AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;AND DONT ASK ME WHY I REMEMBER YOUR BDAY, I TEND TO REMEMBER UNIMPORTANT THINGS, REMEMBER? HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ANYWAY~ YEAH. HAVE A GREAT YEAR AND A GREAT SPM. AND CONTINUE BEING ANNOYING, I THINK PEOPLE LIKE YOU FOR IT. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ps: bertaubatlah. :P. hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-995091316471575179?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/995091316471575179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=995091316471575179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/995091316471575179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/995091316471575179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-ridzwan.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZSuK1qJJtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qgCuaieUsho/s72-c/yan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6462988894010402716</id><published>2009-02-12T13:43:00.020+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:34:56.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>whats hot on TV now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZPBwP1-XUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FwYCgoX2rdU/s1600-h/anoop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301794220976004418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZPBwP1-XUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FwYCgoX2rdU/s400/anoop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOvAAdWdxI/AAAAAAAAALI/SxnoDJgISK8/s1600-h/anoop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301773601003173650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOvAAdWdxI/AAAAAAAAALI/SxnoDJgISK8/s400/anoop4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZPBp3Z-e2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/WkQTracqwm0/s1600-h/th_americanidol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301794111336905570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZPBp3Z-e2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/WkQTracqwm0/s400/th_americanidol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301771791724873826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOtWsXyiGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fNPh_Sj0JqM/s320/anoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i have not been watching american idol since elliot yamin didnt win in AMERICAN IDOL 5. but with more talents this year, its hard not to watch, you know? one of them would be anoop desai.(look above). hes smart, from one of the IVY LEAGUES, geeky looking but still cute and god, he can sing. hes one of the best, if not the best. his performance received a standing ovation every single time, including one from me. :D. im in lovee with him. if theres any american stumbling over this post, PLEASE PLEASE vote for anoop desai.&lt;br /&gt;Shows: every wed and thurs(1800 hours), repeat same night(2000 hours) on Star World. also on 8tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301773882290029762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOvQYVXRMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GKbstB82Qlk/s400/monk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the suspense last season finale, i was excited to watch Monk again. however i was a little dissapointed. but it didnt stop me from watching cuz i can still laugh over his stupid obsessive compulsive ways. haha. new character would be his phsychiatrist as his old one died. Shows: every friday(2100 hours), on Star World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301775294079727458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOwijqQd2I/AAAAAAAAALY/fmKDctHYVUI/s400/oiam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;similar to american idol, i have not watched oiam since faizal tahir didnt win in the first season. and i still dont really watch it this year because it coincidentally starts in the middle of Monk. its not even an option. if course i watch monk. haha. im glad that amylea is in there tho. she deserves it since she didnt win in AF after most people vote for mawi instead of her, the one with the real vocals. i lovee to watch her again. its been a lng time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows: every friday(2130 hours) n 8tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301777138216358546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOyN5msUpI/AAAAAAAAALg/opHrSjmRvY4/s320/stylista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was hooked from the first episode. for me, its better than antm, like i can relate to it. like its obvious i wnt ever be a model. but it might be a possible thing for me to be an editor. right? Elle magazine is searching for a junior editor and they decided to make a reality show out of it obviously. haha. the contestants are a funny(as in weird) lot. one was a Law student(whines all the time, god), and one is a military analyst(suprised?). my fav contestant though just got eliminated last week for a very simple mistake. shes the only one in the show that is not based on looks. shes fat but knows every trend in the city and always got complimented by the b0sses. but its true i guess looks matter in the business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows: every sunday(2055 hours) on Channel V.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301778838419204722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZOzw3Wo6nI/AAAAAAAAALo/L0pxVU7-g94/s400/antm10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was a funny thing that they showed cycle 11 before cycle 10. but because of that i noticed one of the cycle 11 contestants in cycle 10 as a background model. i know who won so i didnt really commit to this cycle. but it was still fun to watch cat fights and photo shoots. and also the funny judges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows: every sunday(2145 hours) on Channel V.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301780446409425810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZO1OdlYg5I/AAAAAAAAALw/nrEju9h3Giw/s400/th_homegrown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;dah lamak dah i tak watch this, for one reason or another. but i still think you guys should check it out. revolves around indie music scenes and etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows: every sunday(2230 hours), on 8tv.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781125666136418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZO12AAzYWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2MGOKkj3w1Y/s400/lost_dvd_season4.png" border="0" /&gt;yes i agree this series has been more and more confusing, annoying and etc. but the writers has promised that its going to end in 2010 so i think you guys should still watch it. dont you guys have this crazy feeling of wanting to know what did really happen? however crazy that might be? more new characters so just try to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows: every Monday(2130 hours), on 8tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301782908164881618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZO3dwVnvNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BAtfTINqZUE/s200/UglyBetty_background.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have been waiting for the new season for a long time now. and FINALLY. i was hoping she chose Gio but nevermind at least she didnt choose Henry either. i lovee the first episode. haha. so dumb. and of course. the new character is super cute. i dont know the actor's name yet but will check it out. Betty has moved into a new apartment and of course just when she was going to put romance at the back of her head, the super cute guy happens to be her neighbour. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows: every tuesday(2130 hours), on 8tv. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301785573640820482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZO546Am1wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mNnXc_ehsLM/s200/desperate_background.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i found out about the new season last minute when i was watching ugly betty. thank gd i did. the new season is telling their story five years after the last season. boy, how everything changed. Lynette's twins is much older nw, about our age i think. and boy theyre hot. and new characters took form as Edie's husband(they love him for shutting up edie) and susan's painter a.k.a, scandal. i really thought mike was dead after the accident earlier in the episode but they seperated duhal. haha. Gab has two kids now and one is an obese. Bree is famous now for her cooking shows and etc, but deep inside shes miserable over her lost grandson/son. Katherine hates the new Bree. no sign of katherine's and susan's daughter yet. the gay couple are still together, haha. and the old woman(i forgot her name) is still not dead. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301790449635324770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZO-UugSc2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KMMv7toHs0U/s320/brothers_sisters_packshot2.png" border="0" /&gt;i wasnt really a fan of this series until i watched the whole marathon of season 1 on star world. and right then on, i was hooked. you know lah how much i like big families especially dysfunctional and crazy ones, and this family is exactly like that. Kitty is pregnant and going to be marrying her boss aka Senator-running-for-president. i love him when he defended kitty and her whole family. sarah is finally divorcing her husband and was devastated when he got the primary custody(i cried). justin just got back from iraq, and after refusing medicine for many times for fear of becoming a drug addict again, well hes going back to his old ways. kevin, the gay brother, is still patiently waiting for his boyfriend whos working in malaysia for a year. however, his ex, Scotty is trying to get him back, i think. as you guys know, tommy was supposed to have twins but one died. and julia, the wife is blaming him for that. so she left with the baby. hes alone and terlanjur with his office manager the other night. the mum, is still being like a mum. i lovee the whole family. but i always always lupak the name of the adik tiri. anyway i think she likes justin. i hate the fact that i have to watch it alternately with dhousewives.&lt;br /&gt;Shows: every tuesday(2300 hours), on Star world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301793491428818594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZPBFyEXvqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2NyXfbHdvPY/s320/th_AmericanDreamsSoundTrack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i knew about this series when i watched its advertisement. and it showed the 60s music, when everyone wears bright colours and hairbands. ny favourite american era. i lovee the music and the clothes and the family warmth aroma. girls were just starting to rebel, married wives just starting to have an education, president kennedy was killed, the tv was still in black and white and american bandstand was like mtv. and of course the injustice towards the african-american. one of the actresses is britanny snow. the story revolves around her, a 16-year-old girl with the wild bestfriend, the tight family, a first date, a first crush, and reliving her dreams to dance on american bandstand.&lt;br /&gt;Shows: every wed(2100 hours) on Hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know i love you. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6462988894010402716?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6462988894010402716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6462988894010402716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6462988894010402716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6462988894010402716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-hot-on-tv-now.html' title='whats hot on TV now.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZPBwP1-XUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FwYCgoX2rdU/s72-c/anoop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4373551704473818572</id><published>2009-01-31T13:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:35:58.198+10:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers for heavens sake</title><content type='html'>im officially annoyed and astonished by teachers, okay maybe not in general. but specifically my cousin's teachers. and again to find out that most teachers are that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you know lah i have been tutoring my cousins as im in melaka. and yes theyre slow so of course we want to make it easier for them right? theres this one time, Faiz's science teacher asked him to copy notes from the textbook. okay. well, at first i thought she was just plain lazy. then i thought, "hey it might help him since he can write it and remember and i can arrange it so that he can understand it more". so i did. i asked him to draw up a table(the topic was abt breathing) and compare the differences of inhaling and exhaling. i even pointed out the pathway of the air and all, with arrows even. dahlah i hate science. :(. all that hard work(he finally understood even!) and he went to school to have all the work rubbed off? like wtf? do you really expect us to copy line by line just like the textbook? we're not freaking robots for God's sake. my first guess was right. she is just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. today Faiz had his Kajian Tempatan exam. so last night we went for last minute revision. well one, i found out the teacher never taught them, she just gave two pieces of notes on brownish paper(so not encouraging). so we just had to follow the notes. and when i read the notes to singkatkan. the notes was tunggang-langgang, nt in order and confusing. how do you expect an almost-10-year-old-boy to figure out the notes by himself? well hes certainly not Einstein, slow gik ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. he also had his maths exam today so i checked out his objectives paper. there were a lot of corrections. i mean on the questions, mistakes by the paper. well that i can forgive. i mean no one is perfect and at least they did correct it. and then i stumbled over this one question which was utterly confusing and ohmygod. read this carefully. "What can be substracted from 6 to make 1042?". can anyone tell me if thats even pssible? i mean in a Primary 4 standard? im not a genius or anything but i believe it should be "what can be added to 6 to make 1042?". am i right? or am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i also found out from Firhat, Faiz's brother that his uztaz slept during one of the papers. wow. nice lah uztaz. maybe you should do it during upsr exam. then maybe a lot of the students would pass and get straight A's. way to go. seriously. i cant believe how bad our education system is becoming. it sucks. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know im mad but i still love youu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4373551704473818572?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4373551704473818572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4373551704473818572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4373551704473818572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4373551704473818572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/teachers-for-heavens-sake.html' title='teachers for heavens sake'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8672069625611260043</id><published>2009-01-31T13:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:40:57.955+10:00</updated><title type='text'>9th February 2009, 2139 hours</title><content type='html'>1. Hotties on Grammys night&lt;br /&gt;a) John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;b)Jay-Z(shut up he is hot)&lt;br /&gt;c) vocalist of Coldplay. i never saw him for anything before. then i watched him this morning talking with that British accent of his. and "hey, hes actually cute".like he said "we're softer than the rest but not the less charming"&lt;br /&gt;d) Ryan Seacrest&lt;br /&gt;e) MAYBE Nick Jonas. but i wasnt too mesmerized because i still didnt miss his mistake when he sang Stevie Wonder's song.&lt;br /&gt;f) of course, he is never missed. JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. I LOVEEE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rihanna is obsessed with Chris Brown. while Chris Brown is suspected of hitting Rihanna. impossible? not really. but im sure they love each other. they even have the same tattoo. thats why they didnt come to the Grammys eventhough they were nominated and also scheduled to perform. it explains why there were a lot of performers performed multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. speaking of tattoos, Muslims all around, please do not treat Muslim converts with tattoos badly. if they are really insaf and bertaubat lah. one Muslim convert tired of those penghinaan and stuff, slashed his am to get rid of his tattoo? dont you people feel guilty for doing that to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Erno Rubik, the creator of Rubik's cube just created a new game: Rubik 360. i cant really explain how it works so please check it out yourself. but im sure a lot of Rubik's cube's fans would love it. im not one of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the Sidek family might have just produced another badminton legend in the making. Misbun Ramdan bin Misbun is hot and working his way to the top. you might just see him in upcoming Wrld Championships. he is now 17 to 18. and he is actually very cute. im in love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i just learnt a new word. Recessionistas: fashionistas on a budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. many people are interested in photography nowadays. there would be a national competition for all amateur and professional photographers out there. just check out klphotoawards.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how many people do agree with me about this? you would rather have a lot of heartbreaks than one broken marriage? well i would. seeing all those broken marriages around me, i dont think i can bear it. when you fail in a marriage, youll get both a heartbreak and a broken mariage and lots of other things. im not saying a broken simple realtionship is any easier. but you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300789710865800322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZAwKEEznII/AAAAAAAAAKY/JNWN4uriJ3E/s320/eew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANA~~ WELL, HAVE A GREAT YEAR AND A GREAT EVERYTHING. :D. lovee you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ps: sorry i malas nak cari any other photos. hehe. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8672069625611260043?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8672069625611260043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8672069625611260043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8672069625611260043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8672069625611260043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/9th-february-2009-2139-hours.html' title='9th February 2009, 2139 hours'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SZAwKEEznII/AAAAAAAAAKY/JNWN4uriJ3E/s72-c/eew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1114888481714958383</id><published>2009-01-31T04:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:48:30.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>6th February 2009, 1244 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu5HWTp5uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3itDMxkmxkk/s1600-h/bringing+down+the+house_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299532922429761250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu5HWTp5uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3itDMxkmxkk/s320/bringing+down+the+house_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu4gDZAnxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QMdD6IMCTqE/s1600-h/bringing+down+the+house_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu49mwRDkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6xLzyuGqPQw/s1600-h/bringing+down+the+house_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299532078877064914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu4WP1BPtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Z6gDWR2dRjA/s400/th_21_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i watched 21 on dvd last night. i was prepared to be blown away and blown away i was. its based on a true story and a book(bringing down the house by ben mezrich) about five MIT students and a money-crazy arrogant professor who won blackjack&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu2KP-AchI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5igkF8ly5aA/s1600-h/th_Jim_Sturgess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529673733075474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu2KP-AchI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5igkF8ly5aA/s320/th_Jim_Sturgess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s by counting cards. before watching this movie, i never knew blackjack was so easy. its just simple math. its legal however casinos dont approve of it, well like duh, they rugi? haha. and god, cute and simple-looking guys who talk math really appeal to me. haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "TEAM" consists of Ben, the cute nerd who doesnt seem to get girls(wonder why, hes adorable and hot when he starts to talk math), Jill, the girl Ben had a crush on, Choi, the funky&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu2oICXSOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/F9Sds4TeWJs/s1600-h/th_JimSturgiss003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299530186999941346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu2oICXSOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/F9Sds4TeWJs/s320/th_JimSturgiss003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, funny guy who loves to steal hotel's stuff, Kianna, the girl who appears to take everything seriously and of course my 2nd favourite character, Fisher, the arrogant guy who doesnt seem to like Ben so much. the ending was superb. i felt like doing a standing ovation, which was stupid but really i felt like it. its unpredictable and it showed theres no easy way to get what you want. its a pity he wanted to be doctor though, hes better being a mathematician. my favourite part was when he was working in the store and a customer asked the price after discounts and all. he was counting super fast and the customer was just staring. and then he said with his super-adorable face"im really good with numbers". :D. haha. i think most of you guys have watched it but those who have not, please go to the nearest dvd store and buy. those who hates math, dont expect too much but its still an enjoyable movie to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Jim Sturgess is my new fav actor now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299536864089687042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu8syInRAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MKnZyJ3ISAM/s320/winter+hawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got this book from the library in my melaka home. it was well, kinda dusty and it was published in 1987. its like a political thriller. a week before the Nuclear Treaty between Russia and U.S was signed, a particular CIA-in-agent in Russia found out about a secret laser weapon planned by the Russian army to destroy Atlantis, the American shuttle and to take over the Russian government. Gant, another agent who specializes in flying was assigned to take the Russian agent back to U.S and bring proof to call of the Treaty. if not, the U.S president would look like the bad guy. it was hard to understand at first with all the helicopter stuff but it gets more interesting as we go down more conflicts starting with General Rodin dealing with his gay son, Corporal Priabin trying to overcome his mistress' loss and his grudge over Gant, and Serov with a major hatred for his boss, it all went wrong from the start and there goes the journey of Major Gant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating: 7 out of 10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1114888481714958383?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1114888481714958383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1114888481714958383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1114888481714958383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1114888481714958383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/6th-february-2009-1244-hours.html' title='6th February 2009, 1244 hours'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYu5HWTp5uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3itDMxkmxkk/s72-c/bringing+down+the+house_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7837929020541682662</id><published>2009-01-30T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:34:10.459+10:00</updated><title type='text'>30 JANUARY 2009, 2131 hours.</title><content type='html'>Here i am, sitting in frnt of the computer after my day's out with Qila and Am. Am is going back to UITM Sunday so it was crucial to go out with her since i dont know when will i ever see her again. Got herself a Kuchng-an boyfriend. and has the "Abang" genes. they have been going out for six mnths and it just occured to her why he was called Abang in frnt of his name. haha. So she asked me instead. "Abang"'s mother apparently teaches in St joseph and they live in Bandar Baru Semariang. sounds familiar? well tell me because kuching is not that big, you know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297065020957687842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL0kk5UgCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2xzWWUX69hk/s320/bridewars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. we went out to watch Bride Wars and ohmygod, the perfect mvie to start the year. fine, maybe i watched "bedtime stories" first this year but whatever. haha. what would you do if you have dreamt of a perfect wedding in june at THE PLAZA together with your bestfriend? and suddenly you both got engaged at the same time and everything went heavenly perfect until accidentally, your wedding planner's horrible secretary made an unfortunate mistake, which ended up with your weddings both on the same date? haha. seriously. no matter what you guys say that you will sacrifice for your bestfriend. things will get hard for you guys even if you have been bestfriends fr 20 years. so PLEASE AVOID GETTING MARRIED AROUND THE SAME TIME and most importantly, DO NOT HAVE THE SAME KIND OF A DREAM WEDDING. the movie was fun and just superb. you couldnt ask for more. even "happy-go-lucky" am was crying and messing up her makeup altogether while i was holding back. :D. the ending wont be that much of a surprise for you, IF you really listened to the script. i think there would be a sequel, haha, seriously, take my wrd for it. Rating: 9/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297069745541184370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL43lVze3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jNh_4g-LqKw/s320/yesterday%27s+papers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL4Bbf-lxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J97HIT0kQpU/s1600-h/tiger+cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297068815186564882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL4Bbf-lxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J97HIT0kQpU/s320/tiger+cruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL4mwPJlQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HZiJh2XaKFg/s1600-h/superjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297069456408286466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL4mwPJlQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HZiJh2XaKFg/s320/superjack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297068104606505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL3YEYfWkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vOxgA6UV0fM/s320/angels+and+demons%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL4mwPJlQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HZiJh2XaKFg/s1600-h/superjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then there was the TIMES BOOK FAIR. to quote Qila i was "rambang mata". haha. they werent that much of a book fan so they dont understand my fascination with it. but they followed me anyway. haha. i bought four books, those titles above. i got three for rm10 and "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown for rm27, a 30 percent discount. im not sure if its the prequel or sequel of DA Vinci Code. Enlighten me anyone? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL9WEfTojI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7F31IM430RE/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297074667345125938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL9WEfTojI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7F31IM430RE/s320/bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL7mS9tZBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qXquCn0fn0c/s1600-h/MCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297072747085390866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL7mS9tZBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qXquCn0fn0c/s320/MCD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to mcd as we were hungry and i didnt have anyy breakfast. then we go bowling. after two years of not bowling, i am horribly horrible at it. haha. rina, you will laugh if you saw me just now. im not going to even mention the score. :P. thats it. im going to bowl more after this. friends or no friends. haha. we walked around after that and i bought HABRI'S BDAY PRESENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK BELOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297075244925245266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL93sJI11I/AAAAAAAAAHA/v3zbkIVcbxU/s320/boxers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right? i have also found a Pepsi can, Frank Lampard version i have been searching for months now. im so happy. as soon as i get home in Kuching, im going to take a photo of all those pepsi can i collected and post it here. :D i have spent too much today. i need to get a job. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEADLINES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadal and Verdasco are having their set penentuan right now. im betting on verdazco to go to the final. who knows? underdogs tend to get their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea is now second in the league thanks to my sayang Frank Lampard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297079048921281074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYMBVHId8jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xv2aRaLn_Do/s320/DSC02218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAQINA GHAFFAR. YOU ARE OFFICIALLY AN ADULT NOW BUT DONT BE ONE JUST YET. HAHA. I CANT HANDLE A SERIOUS SYAQ. :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YA. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7837929020541682662?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7837929020541682662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7837929020541682662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7837929020541682662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7837929020541682662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-january-2009-2131-hours.html' title='30 JANUARY 2009, 2131 hours.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYL0kk5UgCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2xzWWUX69hk/s72-c/bridewars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2468337340552613418</id><published>2009-01-29T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:11:27.125+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICIALLY HOMESICK</title><content type='html'>okay. im officially homesick. not that i dont love it here. but you know, i tend to get homesick too sometimes. its all due to marissa edwin yassin and her almost stupid blog. i dont know what she did but she made me homesick. like seriously. god. huhu. so, you should know that i dont really like you right now because of it. but yes, i lovee you guys. i cant wait to go home now. i thank my chufaah fr setting up this internet connection, if not, i will go crazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shoutouts to these people. i just want to tell you guys that miss you lots :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#marissa edwin #syaqina ghaffar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#rina masri #priss robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#muhamad habri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#ahmad zhafri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#syazana #liyana #sh athirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#liza cxin cxin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone else? tell me if ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS.: MARISSA, GIVE ME YOUR OFFICIAL EMAIL. IM SENDING MELAKA MANIPAL MEDICAL COLLEGE PUN FORMS AND BROCHURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2468337340552613418?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2468337340552613418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2468337340552613418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2468337340552613418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2468337340552613418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/officially-homesick.html' title='OFFICIALLY HOMESICK'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7594172982919442247</id><published>2009-01-29T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:20:27.247+10:00</updated><title type='text'>29th January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tennis: Federer, Nadal, Roddick and Verdasco went through to the semifinals. Too bad djokovic tarik diri just when he was leading his quarterfinal match with Roddick. Federer and Nadal are smokin' hot as usual by beating their opponents in straight sets. Verdasco, well, he beat my sayang tsonga. :(.  Update: Safina and Williams is in the final as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFYXEmW9XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-IuU0x81BRc/s1600-h/t_tsonga_28_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611790159279474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFYXEmW9XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-IuU0x81BRc/s320/t_tsonga_28_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football: Wake up oh dear Malaysian footballers. Arent you ashamed of yourself? Maybe FA&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXpsLdcdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8q0fpq1n_Vw/s1600-h/fa,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611010509894098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXpsLdcdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8q0fpq1n_Vw/s320/fa,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M should follow the Hockey Federation's actions by stricting its regulations and fitness training. Chelsea played against M'bro this mrning, unfortunately, i didnt catch it. Manchester United is leading the EPL with only smaller goal differences than Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimes and Such: A. Kugan was cremated yesterday with the second autopsy still unknown. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXp3qNckI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_PgExKCuuFg/s1600-h/MM_KUGAN_THUMB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611013591659074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXp3qNckI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_PgExKCuuFg/s320/MM_KUGAN_THUMB2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Conflicts: War between Sri Lanka's(i think) and Tamil Rebels is still going on. Foreigners from Myanmar is now being taken care of by the Thai police instead of the army after some speculation that the army have violated human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ente&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXL9dkR0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/F5KliAB3Gnc/s1600-h/bridewars.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rtainment: Catch Bride Wars starting today at the cinemas. :D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXphAtrgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WeDp9bJSUdg/s1600-h/bridewars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296611007512030722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFXphAtrgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WeDp9bJSUdg/s320/bridewars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7594172982919442247?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7594172982919442247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7594172982919442247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7594172982919442247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7594172982919442247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/tennis-federer-nadal-roddick-and.html' title='29th January 2009'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SYFYXEmW9XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-IuU0x81BRc/s72-c/t_tsonga_28_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2519416050557236868</id><published>2009-01-26T15:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:16:15.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the world. and love is really blind.</title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since i write a new post. one, i didnt have any chance. and two, there was nothing that i wanted to talk about, really. reading what the journalists in The Star has to say about obama, israel and palestine war, low-rated customer service, economc slowdown and all other world conflicts makes it hard to say anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays has made me read the newspaper each day, from cover to back, from a-z. makes me aware if the world really. like how everyone is pressuring obama to do his very best but what if he doesnt suceed? like how the lawyer profession is at stake with lawyers in britain having to take a second job. what if when its my turn around, i'll end up with the same fate? like how everyone is trying to boycott us and israel things, but failing. like how russia and ukraine(the higher power) fight over the oil thing, not realizing most of the citizens are going through hardships. like how the thailand people make a fuss everytime they have a new president. god. theres so many conflicts in every corner of the world, and that was just the beginning. i chose not to write about the malaysian politicians, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will write about one relative of mine that has everything to do about whats happening in malaysia. i wont write her name or anything like that, i dont want to buka aib anyone in any way. she has been missing for two weeks now but i just found out about it yesterday as my mom flipped over one of the local newspapers and saw her photo with her mother. its sad really, considering the fact that its all like a wrong act of love gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, she fell in love with one of the foreigners in the country and not western in anyway, mind you. and theres a big possibility that she has ran away with him. personally, i dont think she planned it. i hope shes not that dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over these few years, we have seen a lot of cases of local girls running away with a foreigner and again, not western in any way. not that it would make it better, but for me, it will explain it if the guys were from the west. no offense. well, anyway, we will see them crying for help a few years later and escorted from the neigbour country, to the airport and to their home, all the way people will be saying "ohmygod, thank god shes saved". but havent you realise that they were a part of the running away and doesnt deserve all the attention? i mean its stupid. they cry for help after realizing it was so hard to live without money or any comfort the family have given. they thought it would be as easy as it was when they sneak out to meet their men. well, it was easy because you have your family right there helping you. the minute you run away with some buruh, then youll feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying im the most perfect person in the world, and or the favourite person in my fmily. and i have been making mistakes in love throughout my teen years too. but, god forbid, i will be abandoning my family for it. so, please dont do it to yours. and please, too, pray for my relative. i hope she comes back quick. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2519416050557236868?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2519416050557236868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2519416050557236868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2519416050557236868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2519416050557236868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-and-love-is-really-blind.html' title='the world. and love is really blind.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8129248978608428721</id><published>2008-12-12T15:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:19:30.737+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAGGED BY RINA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and NASQUIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;GENERAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Name: Anis Suhaila&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: anis, aila, froggy, laici&lt;br /&gt;[03] Marital status: single&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: virgo&lt;br /&gt;05] Gender:Female&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: Seventeen&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School:SMK St. Teresa&lt;br /&gt;[08] University: somewhere prestigious. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: tall enough&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: 42 kg&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: at times&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: none&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: -&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: At times.&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: black&lt;br /&gt;[17]Allergic: prawns and crabs&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: duh?&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: shopping&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: on my way to be a succesful lawyer&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: Parents.&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(including you): 5&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: me&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: adlin khadjah&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: look up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: not yet&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: -&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: -&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: 8? but maybe 3 serious ones&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): tried? haha but nah&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): yes&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: i dont have my other half. yet.&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong(s) you had done: -&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argued with your other half: -&lt;br /&gt;[35] You have been with your other half since:-&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: straight&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: -&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half are in which stage: -&lt;br /&gt;[39] Who woo-ed? Him/ her or you?: -&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marrying him/her: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;THE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: nur ezaimah&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: babi lepas. haha.&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most: look up. :D and look at the side&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1 only): my bad side?&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: theyre all beautiful in their own way&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend: banyak sangat :D&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl/woman you hate the most: the type who judges people and think they have the right to do anything&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy/man you hate the most: the one who cant flirt but tries to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;[49] Have you ever fallen in love with your close friend before: yes. unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: yes. or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabs you: pray for the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betrays you: again. pray. :D&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woos your lover: haha. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend falls in love with you: dont want.&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: just from far/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: yes&lt;br /&gt;[57] Have you always done your homeworks/assignments:yes&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: madam margaret. madam liew.&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: no&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: loud/&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: yes. but now im the senior/&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior whom you love the most: icha. :D&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: a little bit of both&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent results classmate: Michelle T.&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: liza cxin cxin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;THE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: the ones who know how to use their knowledge&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: the ones who pandai cakap tapi bodoh&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: them&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people:No one is ugly!&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: the ones who are not trying to be funny&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: semua orang&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: the ones who do not have any conscience&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: haha&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: the ones who try to appear confident but the least insecure&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: a little bit of all{&lt;br /&gt;76] Lip or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: a little bit of both&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: taller&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: a little bit of both&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: nice arms&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: a little bit of both&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: a little bit of both&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good wife or Good mother: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get married: 26 and above&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 4 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: lawyer&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: enough&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: until i die&lt;br /&gt;[89] Value of properties: enough&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;everyone on my link list :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8129248978608428721?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8129248978608428721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8129248978608428721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8129248978608428721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8129248978608428721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-rina-general-01-name-anis.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-3441246432556187417</id><published>2008-12-02T01:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:22:13.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>scaring guys away is my specialty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fuck it. i knew i scared him away last night. i shouldnt have said what i said. when will i learn that guys like that cant hear things like that? they will run away. shit shit. my mission blew up even before it started. dammit. i hate this feeling of disappointment. am i falling for him instead? haha shit, thats absurd, impossible. its just me and my stupid paranoia. next time we'll talk, im going to shut up about things like that. i hate myself. i can never learn. its like everytime i bang my head against the wall, i would always do it again eventhough i know how much it hurt. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-3441246432556187417?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3441246432556187417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=3441246432556187417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3441246432556187417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/3441246432556187417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/scaring-guys-away-is-my-specialty.html' title='scaring guys away is my specialty'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5959859085859744310</id><published>2008-12-01T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:18:50.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cupid indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/STPGRaGzm5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/c95OMCvpCJo/s1600-h/41WJ7X4466L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU02_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/STPGRaGzm5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/c95OMCvpCJo/s320/41WJ7X4466L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU02_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274777590948928402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book pasal a girl who leaves a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"cupid effect"&lt;/span&gt; everywhere she goes. it revolves around the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; concept of osmosis&lt;/span&gt;, which she unconciously would release &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pheromones&lt;/span&gt;(love and affection), through her skin since skin is a semi permeable membrane. haha! so she can drive people to do their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;heart's desire.&lt;/span&gt; coicidentally, she was named &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ceresis,&lt;/span&gt; which meant &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;heart's desire&lt;/span&gt; and nicknamed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ceri&lt;/span&gt; which meant &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. she is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;modern-day cupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to an extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. please read this book and you just might learn to understand the concept of relationships between friends or more. it might sound crazy but it just might exist. :D. the beginning might be a tad boring but it gets more and more interesting to the end. the book is also hilarious and sarcastically funny, you'll laugh out of a sudden. lets just be reminded that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; a cupid, eventhough instils love in other people, but never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gets love of his/her own&lt;/span&gt;. so, there would be a twist that just maybe she'll finally found someone and wait until you get to know his name! haha. read it and tell me what you think. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5959859085859744310?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5959859085859744310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5959859085859744310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5959859085859744310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5959859085859744310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupid-indeed.html' title='cupid indeed'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/STPGRaGzm5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/c95OMCvpCJo/s72-c/41WJ7X4466L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU02_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5018171159366202622</id><published>2008-12-01T20:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:56:39.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>goals and hopes :D</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;buy a copy of Grease and Grease 2&lt;/span&gt;. everytime i have an emotional breakdown, i'll get any food and hit the dvd player and watch these movies. the problem? its not mine. so i have to buy a copy of my own.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; settle all these damai business&lt;/span&gt;. before i freak out, i really need to settle it. wait. im already freaking out. shit hell.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; solve my both sayangs pun worries&lt;/span&gt;. i love them both to bits so i have to find a solution. dont ask. i wont tell you neway.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; get a job&lt;/span&gt;. im running out of money and if its not obvious enough, well, i need money. :(&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; move on&lt;/span&gt;. its time for me to finally realize that he doesnt love me anymore and loves her instead. all the mixed signals and flirting are just who he is. he doesnt even know that he flirted, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;make the other guy fall for me.&lt;/span&gt; only because he kinda challenged me to without realizing it. all the things he said like so takbur. haha. not falling head over heels, i dont want to be held responsible for that. haha as if he would. a girl can dream, right? wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5018171159366202622?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5018171159366202622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5018171159366202622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5018171159366202622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5018171159366202622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/goals-and-hopes-d.html' title='goals and hopes :D'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2659838225318307917</id><published>2008-11-29T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:32:19.324+10:00</updated><title type='text'>life as a penganggur</title><content type='html'>ohmygod. i cant believe i have not written anything since &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;27th july&lt;/span&gt;. thats so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wow-ish&lt;/span&gt;. haha. well, as you all know, i just finished spm and is living the life of a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; penganggur&lt;/span&gt;. until i get a job, that is. haha . do have a few job options:&lt;br /&gt;i. work with my mum at her firm.&lt;br /&gt;ii. work at some administration office&lt;br /&gt;iii. work at al-quds, haha.&lt;br /&gt;iv. work at some food place, but far far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it people. no matter how many times you want to say,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "so what, its a halal job", but the truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;is, you will be ashamed"&lt;/span&gt;. no matter how much that feeling of humiliation is, it will be there. especially bila nangga the richer schoolmates there, having the fun of their life, while you were mopping the floor or something. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless, my scholarship application got accepted then i would be starting school again in january. that would be kinda horrible, since i have to leave friends and all that. but it will also be better because then i would not have enough time to feel malas about schooling. get me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; twilight &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;27th&lt;/span&gt;. it was okay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not wow-ish&lt;/span&gt;. except for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the actors.&lt;/span&gt; now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; THAT's wow-ish&lt;/span&gt;. haha. everybody loves &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;, but for me, i like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;emmett&lt;/span&gt;. :D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WATCH OUT ROSALIE! &lt;/span&gt;i ended up sitting alone at the end of the movie mostly because i felt depressed sitting beside &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. its weird now, i know why and you guys know why too. i dont even have to write it down. at least i can cry peacefully. cried only at one part where edward said&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "just live a long and happy life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;with me"&lt;/span&gt;. dont you think thats sad? huhu. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;syaq's mum&lt;/span&gt; came too early though, so decided to stay behind with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;mars.&lt;/span&gt; so i had to spend time with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; of course since he tagged along. made a fool of myself, if i can say so myself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;said things that shouldnt be said,&lt;/span&gt; as usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well done, anis suhaila. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, decided to just stay at home and clean up the room. outcome? read &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt; instead and tertidur. haha. then i have to help &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;my mum&lt;/span&gt; with something and yada2, so it didnt happen. went online at bout 10 until 3? haha. why? lets just say, i chatted with an old friend, and it turned out to be interesting.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; he intrigued me&lt;/span&gt;. :D. its nice to finally flirt for a while. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6 today, woke up, sembahyang subuh. then&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; syaq&lt;/span&gt; came and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; alep&lt;/span&gt; arrived. he picked us up to go &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;damai&lt;/span&gt;. woohoo. haha. well, it turned out to be boohoo. it was nice talking to people while your feet was in the sand. but i wasnt even wet. huhu. i dont like it. i like being in the water. it clears my mind. oh well, theres always this thursday. and guess who we met? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; with his bunch of friends. and then tadik at the gas station, jumpa gk. youre really trying to torture me god, arent you? haha. kidding. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2659838225318307917?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2659838225318307917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2659838225318307917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2659838225318307917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2659838225318307917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-as-penganggur.html' title='life as a penganggur'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4314518032073234548</id><published>2008-07-28T00:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:04:16.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'>grey again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;im not ready to let that all up. does that make me sad and pathetic? what do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4314518032073234548?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4314518032073234548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4314518032073234548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4314518032073234548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4314518032073234548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/grey-again.html' title='grey again'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-7015243594390132816</id><published>2008-07-27T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:02:52.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday very ngeng. haha.</title><content type='html'>saturday was fun~ but not really how i thought it would be. first, i went to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;persatuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; matematik dan sains&lt;/span&gt; meeting at 9 in school. we finally finished building the robot. okay, actually, the juniors did. but hey, i helped too k? helped watching and keeping out of trouble. trust me, its the best that i just stay out of the way. i can be really clumsy. haha. so maybe next week, we're going to make it move. oh yeah. or maybe after exam jak. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went for breakfast at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kopi o korner&lt;/span&gt;. berjumpa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ex crush with girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. dont care anymore. they actually look cute together. of courselah. haha. after that berjalan round2 hopoh sambil waiting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;effa &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syifaa&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; beli their own breakfast. so lambat. huhu. until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syaq&lt;/span&gt; merepak already. your eardrums can just burst  when she raises her voice on the phone. haha. but still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;love you syaq.&lt;/span&gt; then go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;st jo&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BATTLE FOR CHARITY&lt;/span&gt; thingy but didnt masuk the auditorium first. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mars &lt;/span&gt;decided to watch the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;st jo band&lt;/span&gt; practice kat padang. so they did while i hid behind the wall. haha. but i watched it too and i felt this mixed feeling of happiness and sadness. happy because how proud i am of him and sad because he's not mine anymore. :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last, we went in after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yana&lt;/span&gt; came. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt; was singing and he rocks! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you rock dude!&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mars&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syaq&lt;/span&gt; decided to sit down while &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yana&lt;/span&gt; and i melompat2 kat depan. it was fun except for a few songs which include screaming yang tidak tentu arah. haha. i had a hell of a time when a band played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"aku skandal" by hujan&lt;/span&gt; until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;aleed&lt;/span&gt; came and nunggah me. ada lah hal. haha. cant discuss it here. but so salah timing man. huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;zhaf&lt;/span&gt; cuz &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syaq &lt;/span&gt;was hungry. and as me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mars, dyka &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syaq&lt;/span&gt; got in the car, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bad, ardy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nazrul &lt;/span&gt;came along. haha. imagine all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7 of us crammed into an ATOS car&lt;/span&gt;. it was like packing a can of sardine. haha. humiliating much. but it was fun and we laughed a hell lot. thank god though &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mars &lt;/span&gt;and I sat in front so we didnt suffer so much as the rest. hahaha. sorry guys. we makan2 kat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tun jugah a&lt;/span&gt;nd i met &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt;. ironically, her boyfriend called me a few minutes later telling me he was at school. he got annoyed when i told him i was at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tj,&lt;/span&gt; but hell, what am i supposed to do when you told me you werent coming.i sabar jak lah but lost my nerve at last as i arrived at school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;husna&lt;/span&gt; cheered me up though while we jumped to lagu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"amoi chantek" &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"aku skandal"&lt;/span&gt; again. haha. anyway, as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;zhaf &lt;/span&gt;drove us back to school, we sang to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"american boy"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ardy&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a hell of singer&lt;/span&gt;. you have a future lah, as a backup singer. haha. it was fun fun fun. cant wait to hang out with them again despite all the teasing and sindiran between two certain guys. :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went home at 530 unfortunately and i missed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;naim, dzul and my cousins&lt;/span&gt; play. it was disappointing but i guess theres always another time. i hope. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;zhaf, hab and syaq&lt;/span&gt; came to my house at 7 and we cooked spaghetti! hahaha. bodoh eyh. syaq didnt want my cheese sauce so she cooked her own pasta sauce. i almost killed her for using my mom's pizza sauce. thank god i still&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; love you syaq&lt;/span&gt;. haha. so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hab&lt;/span&gt; and her ate hers. while me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;zhaf a&lt;/span&gt;te mine. the spaghetti wasnt really cooked though. all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;habri's fault!&lt;/span&gt; haha. he kept stirring and didnt wait long enough. so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tak penyabar&lt;/span&gt; just like with other things and other ppl too. ahahah. opps. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after they went home, i watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PS i love you dvd&lt;/span&gt; all alone. and it was so sad and sweet eventhough not exactly qualified as my favorite movie. haha. must be my hormones, because i cried a few times. huhu. and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;olly kennedy character reminds me of myself. loves to plan but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; actually heading nowhere.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i am soo tired of guys saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"thanks anis, you were always there for me"&lt;/span&gt;. would i always be that anis? sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photos will be uploaded later. my blog is getting boring, i knw. just wait for more juice k? you know i love you. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-7015243594390132816?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7015243594390132816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=7015243594390132816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7015243594390132816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/7015243594390132816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-very-ngeng-haha.html' title='saturday very ngeng. haha.'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8404586243688176350</id><published>2008-07-19T02:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:16:21.848+10:00</updated><title type='text'>170708~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;170708~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WAS STARING AT THE ROOM FROM FAR.&lt;br /&gt;WERE YOU THERE TOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEARS AND MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;IM SICK UNFORTUNATELY~&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU~ MY FRIENDS NGENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8404586243688176350?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8404586243688176350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8404586243688176350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8404586243688176350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8404586243688176350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/170708.html' title='170708~'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6518146951218723550</id><published>2008-07-03T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:53:14.454+10:00</updated><title type='text'>im an addict and im admitting i have a problem</title><content type='html'>its amazing how everything they did cant make me cry but any single thing he does can. tuesday night was such a boo-hoo for me. i teringat our memories and things and i want all those again. i wonder how may times again do i have to go through all those reminiscing and sad nights. every time i thought i was finally over him, turns out, i wasnt. even after every bad things i heard, i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; still love him&lt;/span&gt;. hmphh. suckss really bad. watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/span&gt; didnt help, it just made me think more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"WE ALL ARE ADDICTS. EVENTUALLY, THE THING THAT MADE YOU GO HIGH WILL HURT YOU OR BRING YOU DOWN. BUT SOMETIMES, LETTING GO WOULD HURT EVEN WORSE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, i feel like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;derek shepherd&lt;/span&gt;. haha. kesian him. so hot and yet, so sad. malam semalam, i dreamt dia dying. i think that was like maybe the 20th time i dreamt the same thing? and every time , i would cry in my sleep and feel bad the whole day. i need to go away from him. but, eventually, i'll go back and find him. im not strong and i hate it. god help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6518146951218723550?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6518146951218723550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6518146951218723550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6518146951218723550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6518146951218723550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-addict-and-im-admitting-have-problem.html' title='im an addict and im admitting i have a problem'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-6017780659485165197</id><published>2008-07-03T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:42:05.779+10:00</updated><title type='text'>him and his girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; are now officially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ACK TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CONGRATULATiONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; you two but i guess i lost my date again. to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, pls take care of my sayang ya. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-6017780659485165197?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6017780659485165197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=6017780659485165197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6017780659485165197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/6017780659485165197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/him-and-his-girl.html' title='him and his girl'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5259917488674045513</id><published>2008-06-30T16:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:46.104+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i am KODOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SGja-cgVavI/AAAAAAAAABw/jGN_YWuTVz0/s320/%3DD004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217660934647278322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thinG im going to say here now is, oh yes,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;KODOK HAS WON BRONZE IN THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TKD SPARRING CHAMPIONSHIP 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, there's a funny story behind that particular victory, but hell, who cares abt facts here? and and along with the trophy, i also went home with an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;almost broken nose&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; concussion&lt;/span&gt;.. so the doctor wrote me a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MC &lt;/span&gt;and i got to stay home today. :D.. and im just happy that i won something than nothing for my last year as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wakil st teresa&lt;/span&gt;. my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pattern championship&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i lost&lt;/span&gt; as usual, but thanks for coming, my dear friends. but to one particular girl, seeing your face was not welcoming. i hate you more than before. :D. you know who you are. i dont care if it was your school. i didnt want to see you ever. you make me sick. literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, about my friend's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cooking competition,&lt;/span&gt; they got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt;! yeay for them, there's a funny story behind that one as well, but biarlah the one who knows jak knows. :D.. and and their meatloaf was soo good, i ended up finishing it for them. i wonder how sedap the winner masak. oh godd. i should find out later. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday and saturday is taken care of, now lets talk abt friday. i cant believe i was j&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ealous over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; the two of them&lt;/span&gt;. i mean, i tau lah they would never have feelings for each other. but seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; them whispering, laughing, sitting next to each other and writing on each other's papers.. i mean, ohmygod, that was us not long time ago, you knw? and and now that girl is maybe his close friend. huhu. sedih lah. and how long i nak rasa jealous over them. blame &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HSY &lt;/span&gt;for coming late that friday. and and on friday morning, we had a briefing abt a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;100% scholarship &lt;/span&gt;and im so excited over it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday was the day when the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wales ppl &lt;/span&gt;came and studied with us. i get to know only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;michael,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; omar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;owen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;priss&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;omar's escort&lt;/span&gt; and they really seemed to be perfect together. ehem. if you know what i mean. i hope that wasnt the last of you two. and and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;michael &lt;/span&gt;is well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;? but thats all to it. he's attractive. :D.. and and im proud to say here that i wrote half of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;omar's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; review.&lt;/span&gt; haha. he is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt; and likes to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;jalan2&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should go study now. haha. bye. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SGjcBsJkNQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JtxVlMr_w1k/s320/%3DD003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662089897981186" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SGjb4m40B_I/AAAAAAAAACA/yjN41X4g63w/s320/%3DD001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217661933866715122" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SGjb0SMgVeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vf-ymOh9j-U/s320/%3DD000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217661859592689122" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SGjb86vzejI/AAAAAAAAACI/TCLUFM2gPkw/s320/%3DD002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662007917115954" /&gt;pic 1: you go rina!(in red)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pic 2: look how the two boys are sparring, so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pic 3: aizat in red and wafir in blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pic 4: some boys sparring&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/8020594656471840623-5259917488674045513?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5259917488674045513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5259917488674045513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5259917488674045513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5259917488674045513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-kodok.html' title='i am KODOK'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SGja-cgVavI/AAAAAAAAABw/jGN_YWuTVz0/s72-c/%3DD004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-881109888860048222</id><published>2008-06-25T18:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:25:48.734+10:00</updated><title type='text'>daily report</title><content type='html'>i cant believe i have been online for three days in a row now.. one of the advantages when my mum is busy during the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"tax season"&lt;/span&gt;.. :D... but i have actually studied too these few days.. im kinda proud of myself for that.. one of the hikmah after what i have been through.. hahaha... and and to think, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;madam S&lt;/span&gt; tegur me just now for revising something that we have not studied yet.. that was pretty funny.. and and i had a quite okay2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sejarah presentation&lt;/span&gt; just now if i can say so myself.. and and thats also what a few of my classmates said.. kdak reporter doe.. hahahah.. perasann lahh. :D.. and and for three days in a row, me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pris&lt;/span&gt; have been spending our rehat in the library, studying! close your mouth, you all.. it is the truth... we are motivated to study now&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(read the post below)&lt;/span&gt; and and we want to go study together at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;taylor's&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;uitm&lt;/span&gt;, jika tuhan mengizinkan).. but thanks to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;egg cracker a.k.a pengaruh buruk a.k.a class monitor &lt;/span&gt;itu, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;priss&lt;/span&gt; didnt study most of the time.. haiya.. susah betul orang itu.. sungguh membawa pengaruh buruk... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sapa2 free on saturday morning or afternoon, you guys can either watch my friends, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;priss &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syaq&lt;/span&gt; cooking in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cooking competition &lt;/span&gt;at o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ur school's ert room&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;830 &lt;/span&gt;or me and others berjuang in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;taekwando pattern championship&lt;/span&gt;  at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;st joseph polycarp stadium&lt;/span&gt;.. this would be my last act before retiring this year.. soo come and cheer me on!! (and bring some food if you pls).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nana,&lt;/span&gt; saya rasa apa yang kamu fikirkan itu betul.. but its just biasa2 jak.. nothing big.. :D...boring na jwak my post today.. but oh well, later lahh write best2 gk.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-881109888860048222?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/881109888860048222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=881109888860048222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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:D</title><content type='html'>DENGAN INI&lt;div&gt;SAYA,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; ANIS SUHAILA&lt;/span&gt; DAN &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PRISCILLA ROBIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BERJANJI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AKAN TERUS MENGULANGKAJI PELAJARAN DAN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MENCAPAI MATLAMAT IAITU FINISH ALL THE SYLLYBUS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;25TH AUGUST 2008&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: then after that we can go bowling and makan2 for our bdays ngeng!&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/8020594656471840623-6198207139734237181?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1240403876041236951</id><published>2008-06-23T19:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:07:13.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i am proud and yet, im not :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SOMETIMES MAKING IT SEEM YOU ARE PROUD IS THE ONLY WAY TO SURVIVE IN THIS BITCHY WORLD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PEOPLE WILL HATE YOU AND YOU WILL BE BITCHY BUT YOU CAN LIVE WITH IT IF ONLY YOU'LL JUST SURVIVE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1240403876041236951?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1240403876041236951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1240403876041236951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1240403876041236951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1240403876041236951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-making-it-seem-you-are-proud.html' title='i am proud and yet, im not :D'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-1575020091307199863</id><published>2008-06-23T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:07:39.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>for those ppl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;READ MY BLOG ALL YOU WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT I MEAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-1575020091307199863?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1575020091307199863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=1575020091307199863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1575020091307199863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/1575020091307199863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/read-my-blog-all-you-want-you-will.html' title='for those ppl'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4744065263041556570</id><published>2008-06-18T22:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:46.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>be sad and cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SFj6t0UCNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/9s-Ap3oDLSw/s1600-h/51B1A9ECRTL._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SFj6t0UCNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/9s-Ap3oDLSw/s320/51B1A9ECRTL._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213192233725080770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im only halfway through this book but i have already love it to bits.. it is already my fav book and i have a feeling i can read this book over and over again.. its abt josie who lost the love of her life when he killed himself.. this whole book tells us how she deals with it and the aftermath after the terrible thing happened.. you can really connect to this story eventhough you dont have a boyfriend who killed himself.. and and there would be times when all you want to do is just sit and cry abt your own sad fate.. its really sad and touching.. read it, find it in the bookstores or you can just ask me to borrow it for you.. :D im giving it a 10 out of 10.. thats how good it is to me.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4744065263041556570?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4744065263041556570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4744065263041556570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4744065263041556570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4744065263041556570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-sad-and-cry.html' title='be sad and cry'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SFj6t0UCNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/9s-Ap3oDLSw/s72-c/51B1A9ECRTL._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-2199120035575859698</id><published>2008-06-18T17:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:31:58.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>let it goo</title><content type='html'>im not going to talk abt what happened yesterday.. but i do knw that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;syaq&lt;/span&gt; im sorry i didnt defend myself but they just wont believe anything im going to say.. she loves them more so i let her go.. i cant cry  because tears wont come out.. but im glad that today someone showed that she cares.. and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;priss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; saya sayang kamu juga.. thank you for being there for me these two weeks.. and defending me in frnt of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;orang yang byk jerawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; itu..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i cant imagine us working out anymore.. but i hope there are some who still love me for who i am.. and thank you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;afzal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for not blaming me.. right now its best if i just shut everything out and push it aside.. i have bigger problems.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2199120035575859698?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2199120035575859698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2199120035575859698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;YESTERDAY(170608) WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ST YEAR ANNIVERSARY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;WE COULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY YOU DAMN FUCKING BASTARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I HATE YOU BECZ I STILL LOVE YOU DEEP DOWN INSIDE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GET OUT FRM MY LIFE BUT PLS DONT LEAVE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-2677981218163057228?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2677981218163057228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=2677981218163057228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2677981218163057228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/2677981218163057228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/170608.html' title='170608'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-5349956363487963960</id><published>2008-06-15T02:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:30:54.339+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dia suka limau</title><content type='html'>too many ppl are crapping abt me not updating soo here it is.. i cant say that my life is a total bore, thats why im not updating, that would be a total lie... but its actually the opposite.. it is TOO NOT BORING.. get me?? more dramas, more heartaches and more mistakes.. only this time, im just keeping it to myself, in my head and in my heart.. biar lah org yang dah tauk jak tauk.. tol x ngeng ngeng suma??? hahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... let me tell you guys something.. my dear dear friend, NH was telling me today that my two other friends are mad at me because of the stupid-accident-mistake i made the other day.. and and they do really care abt me, thats why they're ignoring me.. yada yada yada... i believed her, at least the part where they're mad and she cares but them caring abt me?total bullshit man... hahahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ppl that i used to call friends once upon a time ago care abt me?? hah, thats a laugh... they have been patronizing my life, destroying most of my good moments and make me look bad.. they have humiliated me, embrassed me, made me feel ugly, lied to me, stick lollipop on my hair, baling betik to my white school unform, laughed at me when i just felt like crying, made fun of me, hurt my feelings, treated me like a slave, treated me like crapp, made me do most of the work, made me feel useless, made guys look at me as sondal, never wanting to give a compliment to me EVER... the list is endless.. and yes, im a part to blame becz i just wont stand up for myself.. but now, im not caring.. im not caring if you wont talk to me.. im not caring if you ruined my name.. im not caring if you're going to make my life hell for the rest of the year.. like syaq said, ignorance is bliss.. i love you syaq, btw.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo i just want to say, if you're thnking that you care abt me, YOU ARE IN DENIAL.. you dont care for me, you never did.. and we never had any sort of friendship.. it was all bogus, it was all just abt control, babe... got that?? and and if you knw that you dont care abt me and you're telling me that you do, pls stop that crap.. you're making yourself look bad.. why would you care abt someone as ugly, cheap and bitchy like me right? ahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to make it clear, i am not dating that guy.. and and i dont think i ever will.. we're just friends..and that ONE thing i did was the last time and it was a freaking accident.. what i did was cheap and bla2.. yes, it was... but i never did hurt you by doing that??? mistakes are a part of growing up ngeng..  get over it and get over yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo its all for now... malas wana say anything else.. btw, sorry to the ones i love... and and i miss syaq and habri!! :P.. and and yan sungguh cute dan dia suka limau.. hahahahhaha... (saw tht? nw compliment me back) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-5349956363487963960?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5349956363487963960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=5349956363487963960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5349956363487963960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/5349956363487963960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-suka-limau.html' title='dia suka limau'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4046474955966127703</id><published>2008-05-19T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:46.438+10:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect time for amnesia~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SDE07daZz3I/AAAAAAAAABY/9SbljPXdKNg/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201997240701931378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SDE07daZz3I/AAAAAAAAABY/9SbljPXdKNg/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna share with you guys the latest book that i read. As u can see from above, the title is FORGET ABOUT IT.. the book is about a girl with a messed up life who found that the best thing that happened to her in months was a car accident.. she then later faked amnesia to reinvent herself and bla3... along the way, she found love and a new life and a new her... sounds cliched right??? but not until u sampai to the twist later.. read it and u'll know!! love this book giler and giving it a 9 out of 10..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4046474955966127703?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4046474955966127703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4046474955966127703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4046474955966127703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4046474955966127703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-time-for-amnesia.html' title='perfect time for amnesia~'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SDE07daZz3I/AAAAAAAAABY/9SbljPXdKNg/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-8964083672118057941</id><published>2008-05-18T16:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:16:37.008+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup ini memang palat tapi esok masih ada..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cN-11eS7Cbc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cN-11eS7Cbc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just wanna say thanks to HN for telling me bout this trailer... check it out.. cant wait to watch the movie u guys!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-8964083672118057941?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8964083672118057941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=8964083672118057941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8964083672118057941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/8964083672118057941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/hidup-ini-memang-palat-tapi-esok-masih.html' title='Hidup ini memang palat tapi esok masih ada..'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020594656471840623.post-4192504422866982525</id><published>2008-05-18T01:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:46.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day and memories</title><content type='html'>soo.... i cant believe yesterday was my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last TEACHERS DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; unless i masuk &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;form 6&lt;/span&gt; that is.. but still, the last in smk st teresa.. huhu... neway, it wasnt awesome but the bands all rocked.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; and friends sang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lagu untukmu by meet uncle hussein&lt;/span&gt; and it seriously felt like i was at a gig again... and and soo teringin right now.. hope there will be an awesome gig after spm.. :p.. and and the other band that performed wasnt that awesome but but the drummer rocked hell.. hahaha... she looked small but but gila babeng main drum.. u knw what i mean.. hahaha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; and her gang danced and it was great and i was downright jealous.. i wished i joined them but thats kinda impossible cuz not actually friends, u knw.. hahah.. takper takper, im going to force &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my friends'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ass &lt;/span&gt;to dance in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talenteen&lt;/span&gt; later.. hahaha.. sooo thats about it for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teachers day&lt;/span&gt;.. it was kinda sad esp the time lagu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/span&gt; kuar.. huhu...before heading home, i dropped by the teachers room to give presnts.. all the teachers were beaming from ear to ear and surprisingly, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MDM F&lt;/span&gt; was smiling too. haha. aww.. i made her smile.. :p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuition class&lt;/span&gt; later that day... of course i gave my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beloved teacher&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MDM L&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SC_m19aZz2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ffLHF3vFbJ0/s200/16052008259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201629909328973666" /&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a present too(look at the pic).. and and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she really really liked it..&lt;/span&gt; and and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really really love her&lt;/span&gt;!! hahahaha... and and of course again. i met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the most annoying person on planet EARTH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt;... i knw ur reading this sooo yeah ur freaking annoying.. hahaha... i was still high from the feeling of getting the same marks as him in english literature so nthing he said can bother me.. hahah.. and and in class.. theres this one question that he got wrong and i got it right!! it was only one question and i knw it was only a careless mistake on his behalf but still, it was cool... hahaha.. i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; beat his annoying ass&lt;/span&gt;. sorry &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt;.. so so then another weird thing happened... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; called me by that name again.. the name that used to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;annoy the hell out of H&lt;/span&gt; and the name that used to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;make me melt like ice cream in the hot sun..&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. i was soo shocked, it has been a long time ago since he called me that.. he just grinned at my stunned face and i just felt like crying right then and there... i want him to call me by that name again and again but godd, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i soo miss all those memories&lt;/span&gt;.. hmm... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;is right, we wish we have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amnesia&lt;/span&gt;.. hahaha.. and and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt; told me &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; has something to tell me bout&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; F&lt;/span&gt; and and now i am like like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooo itok&lt;/span&gt;... hahaha... tunggu jer lahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that evening, i met few of my friends at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jentayu burger&lt;/span&gt; and and surprise, i met also a guy that bru kenal a few days ago.. and and hes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kinda cute&lt;/span&gt;.. :p.. if ur reading this, yes, i just said you were cute.. and and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if ur reading this, dont you go gago2 maok padh nya.. hahaha.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i baked again&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; butter cake&lt;/span&gt;.. and and experimented with sprinkles, choc chips and and melted white choc and and it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deliciouso..&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. if i could say so myself.. soo thats about it for today.. later update gk.. goodnight everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pS: thank godd &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nubhan&lt;/span&gt; tak kuar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AF&lt;/span&gt;... :P.. and and congratulations to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Portsmouth&lt;/span&gt; for winning the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FA Cup&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020594656471840623-4192504422866982525?l=anissuhailaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4192504422866982525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8020594656471840623&amp;postID=4192504422866982525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4192504422866982525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8020594656471840623/posts/default/4192504422866982525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anissuhailaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/teachers-day-and-memories.html' title='teachers day and memories'/><author><name>Anis Suhaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021426748934132654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSck7BcU_sA/Tk1CX5ugzeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GTHa0xR81m4/s220/269615_2156453183633_1015568465_32480780_2827156_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9SewSRHE6o/SC_m19aZz2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ffLHF3vFbJ0/s72-c/16052008259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
