<?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-864237378549311543</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:31:07.500+08:00</updated><category term='jessica'/><category term='tohoshinki'/><category term='sm ent'/><category term='2009'/><category term='heebum'/><category term='kangin'/><category term='N9'/><category term='spices'/><category term='kiss the radio'/><category term='news'/><category term='new purse'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='mv'/><category term='26th'/><category term='baengsin'/><category term='fan service'/><category term='plkn'/><category term='Convent Ensemble'/><category term='Penang'/><category term='jaejoong'/><category term='mama'/><category term='tears'/><category term='ryeowook'/><category term='KLIA'/><category term='taemin'/><category term='chinatsu ajibana'/><category term='work'/><category term='2008'/><category term='SBS Gayo Daejun'/><category term='star dance battle'/><category term='I Love You Thousand Times'/><category term='vocal abilities ranking'/><category term='October'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='henry'/><category term='rain'/><category term='amber'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='welcome new post'/><category term='August'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='PPD'/><category term='sick'/><category term='project'/><category term='dbsk'/><category term='rings'/><category term='love'/><category term='teukie'/><category term='korean version'/><category term='big bang'/><category term='mizan'/><category term='BOF'/><category term='blood type personality'/><category term='kuih raya'/><category term='Xin Ning'/><category term='worms'/><category term='krs'/><category term='seoul star magazine'/><category term='meteor garden'/><category term='we are family'/><category term='November'/><category term='Imbasan'/><category term='4Jib'/><category term='seoul song'/><category term='song ji hyo'/><category term='shindong'/><category term='ecstasy'/><category term='results'/><category term='nokia'/><category term='KLIK'/><category term='lachata'/><category term='aainaa'/><category term='smkcas'/><category term='cho kyuhyun'/><category term='new year'/><category term='4th anniversary'/><category term='3rd album'/><category term='kim heechul'/><category term='hangeng'/><category term='cake'/><category term='kim sang bum'/><category term='flower boy'/><category term='lai jo ern'/><category term='t.o.p'/><category term='F4'/><category term='2nd'/><category term='DeepaRaya'/><category term='mood swings'/><category term='remake'/><category term='exam'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='hankyung'/><category term='bahiyah'/><category term='ken zhu'/><category term='school magazine'/><category term='shinee'/><category term='dizzy'/><category term='bugs music awards'/><category term='January'/><category term='prefects'/><category term='teaser'/><category term='version'/><category term='let&apos;s go dream team season 2'/><category term='girls&apos; 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Let's say, it's my secret to know, and it's your job to guess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-7609607764472420286</id><published>2011-08-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:02:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post.</title><content type='html'>Like what the title said, this is my last post and I will not post anything here anymore after this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to update it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;To my followers, thanks for following me =D&lt;br /&gt;To my silent readers, thanks for reading my boring posts. *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started wrote in this blog since 2009 and during that period, there are so many memories and moments happened whenever I want to update it.&lt;br /&gt;But now, since I'm too busy with study, I have decided to close down my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my heart will open soon for me to do another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PJj9LyWWnw/TlplJO19k2I/AAAAAAAABAs/x5drJQY4UkI/s1600/DSCN2450e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PJj9LyWWnw/TlplJO19k2I/AAAAAAAABAs/x5drJQY4UkI/s320/DSCN2450e.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(tapi rasanya batin tak payah kott)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-7609607764472420286?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/7609607764472420286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7609607764472420286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7609607764472420286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-post.html' title='Last Post.'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PJj9LyWWnw/TlplJO19k2I/AAAAAAAABAs/x5drJQY4UkI/s72-c/DSCN2450e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3019394539560989259</id><published>2011-05-08T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:14:44.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 234 : The Day Of Hotness, Tiredness,Exhaustionness, Happiness, Noisiness, Sweatness, Painness and etc....</title><content type='html'>7th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well....&lt;br /&gt;Since Miss &lt;a href="http://ice-cafe-latte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fariha&lt;/a&gt; already posted her story about what happened today, so now it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll drop down "shit" word. *laughing*. Sorry, Fariha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now it's turn for my rojak language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'M JEALOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa time kami semua ada dulu tak teringin pulak nak wujudkan hari kokurikulum nie????&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang baru nak buat!&lt;br /&gt;Ishhhhhhh....~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually menda nie memang dah lama plan nak pegi pun. Pasal junior aku yang ajak. *thanks Miss Qayra*&lt;br /&gt;So memang dah tertanam dalam otak nak pegi menyangak kat sekolah. Then, tetiba bila online facebook, ada invitation dari kawan2 lama yang ajak pegi sekali. Then, apa lgi, pegi ja laa kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya dua hari before plan tue, Miss Fariha messaged kata Miss Pow suruh kumpul pukul 8 sharp depan gate. Aku dah macam, "Bapak aih....gila awal". Tapi whatever la kan. Just follow ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan baju kemeja yang tak tercarik, tali kasut lupa nak ikat, aku pun tido dengan tenang ja malam before tue.&lt;br /&gt;So bila dah bangun pukul 7 tue (hasil kejutan ibu tersayang), terus bangun...mengadap beg kakak, tengok ada kemeja yang best2 tak, then ambik, pegi iron, then mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bilik air baru teringat tali kasut tak ikat lagi. Haishhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Anak dara kan suka mandi lama2, termasuklah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lgi, lepas tue kelam kabut laa carik selendang, jarum semua.&lt;br /&gt;Even kasut pun pakai dalam kereta.&lt;br /&gt;Lupa nak cakap. Mr Khairul pun ikut sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Time nie, dalam otak dok berpikir, "Tak pa la. Kat sekolah satgi letak dia dengan Akmal".&lt;br /&gt;Padahal lain pulak yang jadinya. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH_bBtaq8Pw/TcYOauqCOZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/kUno72g6Atg/s1600/DSC00645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH_bBtaq8Pw/TcYOauqCOZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/kUno72g6Atg/s400/DSC00645.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;panas sangat ka, Khairul?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai ja sekolah terus jumpa Miss &lt;a href="http://nrnadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadiah&lt;/a&gt;. Masuk ja gate terus kena serbu dengan Miss &lt;a href="http://ice-cafe-latte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fariha&lt;/a&gt;. Then jalan sikit lagi jumpa Miss Vinothini. Beberapa minit kemudian jumpa pulak Miss Jee Hsien. Yang peliknya Miss Pow tak datang2 pulak. Padahal dia yang suruh datang pukul 8 sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu43HkmMkrw/TcVm1uRMhdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DqRIB-hrllo/s1600/DSC00644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu43HkmMkrw/TcVm1uRMhdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DqRIB-hrllo/s400/DSC00644.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Mei Chin said, "Hye, look! Depa beratur ikut ketinggian!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then terus gerak jalan2 kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie la kali pertama dalam sejarah Convent, student lelaki dibenarkan masuk. Selalunya yang masuk pun untuk competition ja.&lt;br /&gt;Dah la banyak gila....sampaikan yang "lelaki" pun banyak gak.&lt;br /&gt;Tension2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa junior2 yang masih tegur.....best laa gak pasal terasa macam dihargai. *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata dok melilau carik gerangan si dia....."Mana dia nie?".....then tetiba dari jauh, nampak dah batang hidung dia. Dengan topi, baju, tie, bag pelbagai.....&lt;br /&gt;Sempat jugak la sembang dengan dia. Tanya dia macam2. Her bag was full with JB's things. Miss Xin Ning, I know you like him, but to see his badges that many on you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AnUU8_ovGb4/TcYPPbPfbGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Ww7Xd0Tjqgg/s1600/DSC00661edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AnUU8_ovGb4/TcYPPbPfbGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Ww7Xd0Tjqgg/s400/DSC00661edited.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My belove adik angkat, Miss Xin Ning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, jalan2 lagi. Tengok gerai apa yang ada. Jual makanan apa. Ada game apa.&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa pulak dengan cikgu2. Salam. Sembang sikit2. Then jalan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aku pegi &lt;i&gt;dating&lt;/i&gt; jap dengan &lt;i&gt;ex-adik angkat&lt;/i&gt; aku. Sorry, Miss Mei Chin. But you're still in my heart though. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phkR4IGr1U4/TcYQKZWIAyI/AAAAAAAABAg/QTz2oXNuIjM/s1600/DSC00684edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phkR4IGr1U4/TcYQKZWIAyI/AAAAAAAABAg/QTz2oXNuIjM/s400/DSC00684edited.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Mei Chin kata muka dia hodoh. Then how about me??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the same routine all over again. Mr Khairul walked with his friend. Me with my friends. Walked around. Gossip. Kutuk. Menda biasa ja. *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la yang in-charge for songs pun asyik2 pasang lagu Korea.&lt;br /&gt;Memang demam Korea sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bila Madam Evelyn promote movie Justine Bieber, "Never Say Never", all girls went, "Wahhhhhh....~!".&lt;br /&gt;Banyak gak rupanya fans JB nie kat sekolah aku.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik aku tak minat dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik around 3 o'clock macam tue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat gila. Maybe pasal asyik jalan2 ja kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie gambar yang sempat disnap sepanjang event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlVcfjppgmA/TcYOx6LnOqI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3qQ06n7jH0w/s1600/DSC00653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlVcfjppgmA/TcYOx6LnOqI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3qQ06n7jH0w/s200/DSC00653.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cupcakes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBf1DsfV2Ew/TcYOjYGhxII/AAAAAAAAA_M/D12m_2-39Wk/s1600/DSC00649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBf1DsfV2Ew/TcYOjYGhxII/AAAAAAAAA_M/D12m_2-39Wk/s200/DSC00649.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;selling sandwiches.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ye-oNCJs_c/TcYOsdrOD-I/AAAAAAAAA_U/wfRGB0AB7oY/s1600/DSC00652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ye-oNCJs_c/TcYOsdrOD-I/AAAAAAAAA_U/wfRGB0AB7oY/s200/DSC00652.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kira apa tue, Cikgu Yasin?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE82K2X_MC0/TcYO3YakPcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4Okx7FPjaxg/s1600/DSC00656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE82K2X_MC0/TcYO3YakPcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4Okx7FPjaxg/s200/DSC00656.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roti jala time!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhVr1AtAkao/TcYO78Bid9I/AAAAAAAAA_g/y3IhT7_KMgM/s1600/DSC00657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhVr1AtAkao/TcYO78Bid9I/AAAAAAAAA_g/y3IhT7_KMgM/s200/DSC00657.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barbeque~ Nyum! Nyum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5gCYCpgqxw/TcYPBqOaF9I/AAAAAAAAA_k/iYpHMtPnRXU/s1600/DSC00658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5gCYCpgqxw/TcYPBqOaF9I/AAAAAAAAA_k/iYpHMtPnRXU/s200/DSC00658.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rotiiiiiii~~!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGZDeJi18Qo/TcYPTVQJUcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/xUwiSJ38D14/s1600/DSC00662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGZDeJi18Qo/TcYPTVQJUcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/xUwiSJ38D14/s200/DSC00662.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our ghosts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaOodJYWba8/TcYPa-uvjBI/AAAAAAAAA_4/zom4i7WDp0A/s1600/DSC00668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaOodJYWba8/TcYPa-uvjBI/AAAAAAAAA_4/zom4i7WDp0A/s200/DSC00668.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what? This is fruits with chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJa10DOnwJg/TcYPhCCBtxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/bPpVnKmMias/s1600/DSC00670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJa10DOnwJg/TcYPhCCBtxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/bPpVnKmMias/s200/DSC00670.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Accesories for ladies of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxYT6VES5_I/TcYPkdu4cvI/AAAAAAAABAA/Isakx2PHOPk/s1600/DSC00671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxYT6VES5_I/TcYPkdu4cvI/AAAAAAAABAA/Isakx2PHOPk/s200/DSC00671.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder this Brainbuster is for what&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzjsf71OTOI/TcYPtZS9rKI/AAAAAAAABAI/22u8ZuLRM_4/s1600/DSC00675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzjsf71OTOI/TcYPtZS9rKI/AAAAAAAABAI/22u8ZuLRM_4/s200/DSC00675.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shake2~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbGoKTpS7pM/TcYP0IK5bGI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2KsbxSqRDoY/s1600/DSC00678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbGoKTpS7pM/TcYP0IK5bGI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2KsbxSqRDoY/s200/DSC00678.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ice cream. wowwww~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19iWmqOPmsY/TcYP9Fu6CfI/AAAAAAAABAY/Cmk7Ga8_M6E/s1600/DSC00682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19iWmqOPmsY/TcYP9Fu6CfI/AAAAAAAABAY/Cmk7Ga8_M6E/s200/DSC00682.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my favourite partner in crime, Miss Fariha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tJcOhL453k/TcYPF2zEogI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CbXXDfmdraA/s1600/DSC00659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tJcOhL453k/TcYPF2zEogI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CbXXDfmdraA/s200/DSC00659.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my best friend, Miss Nadiah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 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M-pop Malaysia? *thumbs down*</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;6th May 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for Miss F.Koko. She asked me to post about these people.&lt;br /&gt;She already post it, so now it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her blog. Please feel free to visit her blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ice-cafe-latte.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Blog Is The Property of F.Koko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for this post, I want to use rojak language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st group, this one is girl group.&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, Gula-Gula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGAdl_4kPw/TcNyXtT-reI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/uZBh1WbU8qk/s1600/215786_202630539759224_196066703748941_639790_2701860_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGAdl_4kPw/TcNyXtT-reI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/uZBh1WbU8qk/s400/215786_202630539759224_196066703748941_639790_2701860_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st comment dari aku yang minat artis2 Korea, "Tak layak".&lt;br /&gt;Nak tiru Girls' Generation? Ke nak tiru Wonder Girls? Tapi rasanya more to Girls' Generation.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi honestly, layak ka diorang nie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgsNJxRNrjM/TcNy4c3TIzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tWjifqrVrSA/s1600/Picture0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgsNJxRNrjM/TcNy4c3TIzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tWjifqrVrSA/s320/Picture0007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Geli aku tengok..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxaYbZiFEpY/TcNyVmOqKBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KRVM7XpaSQk/s1600/210513_204225426266402_196066703748941_653105_7160856_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxaYbZiFEpY/TcNyVmOqKBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KRVM7XpaSQk/s400/210513_204225426266402_196066703748941_653105_7160856_o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegang lollipop? Eh, jap. Aku rasa macam pernah tengok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CY_qiId44E/TcNy9ke53nI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZWCUEaDTNxU/s1600/girls-generation-sweet-memories2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CY_qiId44E/TcNy9ke53nI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZWCUEaDTNxU/s320/girls-generation-sweet-memories2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then girls...kalau kaki tue cantik, kurus, panjang, macam Girls' Generation, tak pa laa gak nak pakai seluar pendek. Nie dah laa macam.....haihhhh...paham2 laa sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, "Tak layak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd group, the boyband group, I present to you, 24:7!! (or is it Max 24:7? Whatever laa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOJ8R50FN38/TcNya5M6VeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7AJ3FHxyvlg/s1600/227957_184515534929059_184515331595746_440752_2318822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOJ8R50FN38/TcNya5M6VeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7AJ3FHxyvlg/s400/227957_184515534929059_184515331595746_440752_2318822_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st comment dari peminat SuJu iaitu aku, "Apa nie?? Don't Don time?? Ka Ze:A? Ka U-Kiss??".&lt;br /&gt;OMG...please laa weh....perlu ka tiru sebijik macam K-pop?&lt;br /&gt;Ingat fans K-pop kat Malaysia nie sikit sangat sampai boleh bilang dengan jari ka?&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang tahun 2011, bukan 2008 and 2009 yang mana fans K-pop masih senyap and tak menyerlah.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang nie zaman Hallyu Wave melanda 1 dunia k.&lt;br /&gt;(Aku dari zaman 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYRC-_tXWos/TcNyWt7xMeI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dDnIIZAPmeI/s1600/215760_216933035000034_216664301693574_849121_1488635_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYRC-_tXWos/TcNyWt7xMeI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dDnIIZAPmeI/s400/215760_216933035000034_216664301693574_849121_1488635_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Twins' time? Perlu ka? Kalau badan tue tough macam Siwon tak pa laa gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5ZMYb0sBh8/TcNy5cSq-BI/AAAAAAAAA9w/v_QNGF_ShfE/s1600/Picture0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5ZMYb0sBh8/TcNy5cSq-BI/AAAAAAAAA9w/v_QNGF_ShfE/s320/Picture0009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Menyeramkan...~"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sody7R1AkB4/TcNyZ-DhBcI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0rCnx3Gafrw/s1600/227856_222617227751856_217107511636161_995883_8383388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sody7R1AkB4/TcNyZ-DhBcI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0rCnx3Gafrw/s320/227856_222617227751856_217107511636161_995883_8383388_n.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau pun takut. But sorry to say, these guys are still failed to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;Tukar laa apa pun nama, aku still tak boleh terima.&lt;br /&gt;Tambah2 bila diorang tiru trademark SuJu, my oppas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8qaP4M_sgY/TcNyYch0ZzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/C_h2NtaWVIA/s1600/223175_216701151689889_216664301693574_847090_7428153_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8qaP4M_sgY/TcNyYch0ZzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/C_h2NtaWVIA/s400/223175_216701151689889_216664301693574_847090_7428153_n.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak termuntah tengok diorang nie tiru trademark SuJu.&lt;br /&gt;Tak dak originality sungguh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion here is, kalau nak berjaya dalam industri muzik Malaysia, tak perlu laa nak tiru artis luar. Jadikan inspirasi. Bukan copycat.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu ada pihak yang kutuk artis2 Korea, sekarang bila ada artis Malaysia yang tanpa segan silunya meniru artis2 Korea, pandai pulak nak tutup mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan sesiapa untuk mengutuk....tapi hanya untuk meluahkan isi hati.&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah bagi originality, jangan tiru sebijik.&lt;br /&gt;Nanti bila kena serang, haru-biru jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, kalau aku jadi SM, aku saman dua2 group nie) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya K-pop fans.....tapi aku masih sayangkan muzik Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3691007513468073504?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3691007513468073504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-233-k-pop-malaysia-m-pop-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3691007513468073504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3691007513468073504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-233-k-pop-malaysia-m-pop-malaysia.html' title='Entry 233 : K-pop Malaysia? M-pop Malaysia? *thumbs down*'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGAdl_4kPw/TcNyXtT-reI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/uZBh1WbU8qk/s72-c/215786_202630539759224_196066703748941_639790_2701860_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1740517596840183886</id><published>2011-05-06T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:41:06.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 232 : New Spirit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;6th May 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this because many people asked me to update.&lt;br /&gt;*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Since when my blog become so famous???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, final exam for 2nd semester had already finished, so now I'm just waiting for the result.&lt;br /&gt;(My instinct says that I might repeat one paper....Welcome back, Structure 1)&lt;br /&gt;But of course I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;At least I want to pass that paper. At least C. Yeahhh.....C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to do more solat hajat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why?? Why???&lt;br /&gt;Why did I get only a month of holiday???&lt;br /&gt;(actually, if you counts it carefully, minus the day that we should go back to our belove UiTM and register for the next semester, it's less than a month)&lt;br /&gt;And why did the Asasi's, Degree's people got 3 months of holiday???&lt;br /&gt;I'm in jealousy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=______=&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to use this little time of holidays to really-really rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hye, tomorrow, Saturday, 7th May 2011, me and my school friends will be going to school!&lt;br /&gt;This one is for celebrating Hari Kokurikulum!&lt;br /&gt;I hope our juniors will say hi to us. *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I want to see her so badly. Oh my lil' sis!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Perfection by Super Junior M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1740517596840183886?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1740517596840183886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-232.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1740517596840183886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1740517596840183886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-232.html' title='Entry 232 : New Spirit!'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3005363021726918332</id><published>2011-04-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:41:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 231 : Hoping and Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th April 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days more....then I can go back to my home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Got 3 more papers to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just one month, (actually I think it is less than a month), I will be called as, "Part 3 Student".&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Time did flew so fast!!&lt;br /&gt;And I still didn't ready yet to face the new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened during this 2nd semester....&lt;br /&gt;Some are sweet, and some are too bitter to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I ever get the courage to go through 'them' again next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They' who should be my supporters and give me courage....&lt;br /&gt;'They' somehow...have hurt my heart without they even notice.&lt;br /&gt;I need to face 'them' again.....&lt;br /&gt;(What the F***, man??? - N03.10 asked me to write this. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am getting the new light and hope.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be stronger in order to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes, I will face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte, Adila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3005363021726918332?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3005363021726918332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-231-hoping-and-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3005363021726918332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3005363021726918332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-231-hoping-and-dreaming.html' title='Entry 231 : Hoping and Dreaming'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-259629136665721200</id><published>2011-04-12T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:32:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 230 : Liars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12th April 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is one of the hardest week I ever faces.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are already knew about it...about my secret.&lt;br /&gt;And they all ignored me on the first day of this week.&lt;br /&gt;Only when the night reached, I knew the valid reason for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Yes, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;But when I thought back, they are not worth my tears at all.&lt;br /&gt;If they are my friends, they wouldn't left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't me like I'm an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I am different, it doesn't mean that I don't have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I wrote in my facebook status,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"being different from before doesn't mean that i've lost my oldself.&lt;br /&gt;being different from before doesn't mean that i have changed.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i showed my true self, no more hiding...no more lies.&lt;br /&gt;this is me, and never judge this side of me as a negative part because if you thinks it is, then you couldn't find the old me that you once knew.&lt;br /&gt;treat me in the way you used to, only then you will get the old me back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-259629136665721200?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/259629136665721200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-230-liars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/259629136665721200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/259629136665721200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/04/entry-230-liars.html' title='Entry 230 : Liars'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-7907714142797759903</id><published>2011-03-22T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:53:06.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 229 : Two Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;22nd March 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad face*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bloggy for no updates.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I'm busy but I know that it is not the best excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with that person is going stronger each day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has led it to happen but...I grew on loving that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these moments, I cried for 5 days in row.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after two days, I cried again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my heart is becoming softer day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't know what should I do when things become worst.&lt;br /&gt;My heart will get hurt easily, and I will cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when my feeling is being questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop hurting my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you're in hurt too, but, I beg you, my heart isn't strong enough to face all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-7907714142797759903?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/7907714142797759903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3951831343761119905</id><published>2011-02-05T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:48:53.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 228 : Two Worlds Collided</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5th February 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going back to Perak!&lt;br /&gt;Tak nakkkkkkkkkkk......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it now, Adila.&lt;br /&gt;You need to go back there, no matter how much you hate it.&lt;br /&gt;You need to go there, and face every circumstances that somehow will teach you the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;You need to meet everyone again, and see which one will continue to be at your side even after they knew about the other side of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to break off the shell? Or will I continue to live in my own world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it is either me in a whole new world or me in the same world I've created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Sampai - KRU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3951831343761119905?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3951831343761119905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-228-two-worlds-collided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3951831343761119905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3951831343761119905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-228-two-worlds-collided.html' title='Entry 228 : Two Worlds Collided'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5466576935583623430</id><published>2011-02-02T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:44:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 227 : Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2nd February 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time is about shoessss~~ (actually there are only 2 pictures here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates knew me as a girl who wouldn't wear heels or wedges or even sandals to classes.&lt;br /&gt;I would only wear sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what if they see me wearing any of these shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUj_8xRJRQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/TUhi25fljOs/s1600/02022011545edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUj_8xRJRQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/TUhi25fljOs/s320/02022011545edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkAGHQNXlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fnaKO095VVA/s1600/dsc00004edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkAGHQNXlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fnaKO095VVA/s320/dsc00004edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will get many different reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, "Dila! Kau dah jadi gegel!!"&lt;br /&gt;Second, "Dila! Kau dah demam ke? Apa kes tetiba pakai kasut macam ni?"&lt;br /&gt;Third, "Wah, Dila! Tahniah! Kau dah sedar rupanya!" &lt;br /&gt;Fourth, "Dila, kau dah ada boyfriend erk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely wear these shoes to classes soon. *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Tolong Ingatkan Aku - Ana Raffali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5466576935583623430?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5466576935583623430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-227-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5466576935583623430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5466576935583623430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-227-shoes.html' title='Entry 227 : Shoes'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUj_8xRJRQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/TUhi25fljOs/s72-c/02022011545edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8302490880709637274</id><published>2011-02-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:37:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 226 : Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1st February 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What???&lt;br /&gt;Dah masuk bulan 2??&lt;br /&gt;Cepat gila masa berlalu!&lt;br /&gt;Well, cepat jugak la aku habis belajar nanti. *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this entry is basically about dates.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, DATES.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan dating erk, tapi tarikh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's with dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;br /&gt;Actually, lately, dates have playing a big role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens on that day, I will write it in my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example,&lt;br /&gt;29th October 2010.&lt;br /&gt;It's just 5 days after my birthday, and it was on Examination week.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;It happened after I finished studied my BEL120.&lt;br /&gt;It was the day where I chose to follow my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Hurm...which lead to another thing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th November 2010.&lt;br /&gt;It was semester break, and I chose to be rational for once.&lt;br /&gt;It took three calls to make excuses.&lt;br /&gt;It took a single drop of tears to prove that I did feel something in those 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And, it took one whole heart....just to say, "Can you let me go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st January 2011.&lt;br /&gt;This one is definitely not a good day to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Without my realization, I threw that ring.&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We're fight.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't talk to each other for almost a week, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th January 2011.&lt;br /&gt;This one is a day where I shouldn't forgotten at all.&lt;br /&gt;For the second time, I chose to be the first to start.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun awkward gila tapi I try jugak. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God that it's all work right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd January 2011.&lt;br /&gt;I cried so hard on this day.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to N03.10 for making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't expect me to cry so hard, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Muka you gila gabra time tu.&lt;br /&gt;Padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd January 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni....hurm, I didn't expect it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;N03.10, you bertanggungjawab erk.&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I akan salahkan you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a month, and many things had happened during that period.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that what I'm doing is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To N03.10, because you said to me that you will read this, I purposely put your nickname here *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for your care and love for me. I am glad that I have you, no matter what other people have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my heart is still belong to you. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Back to December - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8302490880709637274?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8302490880709637274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-226-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8302490880709637274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8302490880709637274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/02/entry-226-dates.html' title='Entry 226 : Dates'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4903339396054386735</id><published>2011-01-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:17:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 225 : Past-Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;30th January 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So sekarang, what should I write here?&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;br /&gt;How about I'm telling you a story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering whether this is true story or not, I will let you decided it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect these things to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I came here with one thought, which was just for studying, and finish whatever diploma that I need to finish.&lt;br /&gt;But, as time goes by, I'm afraid that I cannot let go off any of things that I have gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within few months I've been here, I had grew on liking someone, even though he was the least person to suit my personal taste of my prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;He's funny. He's cheerful. He's someone that makes me laugh everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I liked him. And you could say that this was the time when I felt like I got new inspiration to go to classes, because I knew that I would hear his lame jokes and laugh with him again. In other words, his presence made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, deep down inside my heart, I knew that something was wrong with me liking him. I heard it from my classmate that he already had a girlfriend. But, being a stubborn girl I am, I decided not to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, unfortunately for me, when he finally got a facebook account, he put his status as in a relationship with an unknown girl. When Miss Farah and me checking his account, well, well, he was indeed had a girlfriend. I could felt my heart was breaking, but I continued to smile. This was the only time to prove that I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it affected me during classes. It's not that I couldn't concentrate or what, but I threw my anger to him. And, guess what? We didn't talk for almost a week. My egoism maybe the cause why did I never talked to him during that one week but to think that he didn't talk to me either, it made me curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only on the last day of that one week, I faced him. (that because Miss Farah met him on the day before and she told me her conversation with him). We talked. It was just a short talk since we still didn't actually came in good term yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in a quiz on the same day, he used the wrong formula, and En Hamdan asked him to change it. But, he didn't knew which formula to use. So he texted me, and asked for the formula. Thank God that it was just a quiz. I texted him back the answer and being me, I wanted something as return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he paid for my lunch. It was the first time that I knew that I need to forget my feeling over him. After all, it's not nice to like someone's boyfriend. It's hard, but I knew that I had to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these things happened, another thing came. Something that I never expected to happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing....it happened immediately after my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person made me feel like a whole person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened after that, I couldn't tell you at all. Lets say it is my secret and those who knew the true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Lets stop at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Quasimodo - SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4903339396054386735?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4903339396054386735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-225-past-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4903339396054386735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4903339396054386735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-225-past-experience.html' title='Entry 225 : Past-Experience'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4543516032427305924</id><published>2011-01-30T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:59:29.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 224 : A Week of Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;30th January 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 29th January until 6th February, I will be home as it is my mid-sem break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I've planned to do within this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, I need to buy a Celcom number. *line Maxis bengong betol laa kat Seri Iskandar. Lecturer kata tiang Maxis kena curik and some people say Navy's project effected the signal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, I need to buy more clothes since I can wear normal shirts for 3 *or 4* days in a week. It's the benefits of being FSPU's student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, I'm in the middle of searching for a new handphone for my little brother. *and maybe for me as well*. He's just 11 years old! And he's already asking for BB???? OHEMGEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Boleh Bah Kalau Kau - Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4543516032427305924?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4543516032427305924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-224-week-of-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4543516032427305924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4543516032427305924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-224-week-of-reminder.html' title='Entry 224 : A Week of Reminder'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4367860564687111863</id><published>2011-01-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:36:42.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 223 : Honesty Is the Best Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;29th January 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema untuk semester kali ni ialah :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, atau dalam englishnya, Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 7th January 2011, I cannot help myself but to be more honest days by days. *yeah, you know what I mean*&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore it at first, but, hey, this is a matter of heart that we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to ignore and playing dumb.&lt;br /&gt;So, I chose to follow it, and see how far will it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I pitying my friends who knew the real story.&lt;br /&gt;They cannot understand why did I chose to do this, but they knew that they needs to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;After all, this is what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's already 4 weeks, and they seems to go along with it, even though sometimes I could still hear them complaining about it. *blame my telinga lintah please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question popped into my mind nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he likes me?&lt;br /&gt;From all the girls in my class, why did he has to like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why did he only showed his interest for me after I opened my heart to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To N03.10, forgive me if I made you angry with this thing. I have to think about this. He likes me, you know that. And you know also that I don't like him in that way. For now, my heart still belongs to you. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Fan - Epik High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4367860564687111863?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4367860564687111863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-223-honesty-is-best-policy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4367860564687111863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4367860564687111863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-223-honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Entry 223 : Honesty Is the Best Policy'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2449287141397999185</id><published>2011-01-29T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:54:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 222 : New Ways!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;29th January 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 2011!&lt;br /&gt;And it's already a month since my last update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from January until April, I am one of the second semester students of Diploma in Building in UiTM Seri Iskandar. Wahhhh...akhirnya saya survive satu semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my CGPA passes my target. Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, I want to do many things that I couldn't last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I want to change something on this blog. Just wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Before the Dawn (BTD) - Infinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2449287141397999185?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2449287141397999185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-222-new-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2449287141397999185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2449287141397999185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2011/01/entry-222-new-ways.html' title='Entry 222 : New Ways!'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6373893498734382886</id><published>2010-12-26T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:51:00.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 221 : Mistakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;26th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone realize that in my entries numbers, I wrote 230 after 219? *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Don't check it now!&lt;br /&gt;I've already changed it. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back to Perak this 30th December, which means, this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Since I need to register this 1st January, the best way is to go back to dorm on 31st December.&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate my New Year in Seri Iskandar.&lt;br /&gt;What a nice feeling I have right now. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, my mum and me always trying to make Malay lyric for Korean songs.&lt;br /&gt;You see, when we both heard certain lines in Korean songs, like Lucifer by SHINee and Shock by BEAST, it sounds like Malay words.&lt;br /&gt;Just like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Geobu hal su eopneun neo.ae maryeok.eun Lucifer&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum sings it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Kau buat ku merana....&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Shock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;maeil bam kkum-e (kkum-e) neoui mogsol...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;(Ba)lik ke pangkuanku...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how'd she get those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I watched 2010 Top Korean Idols on MTV. Since when Lucifer is in Hello's album??&lt;br /&gt;So many mistakes nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Biting My Lips by Super Junior K.R.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6373893498734382886?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6373893498734382886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-221-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6373893498734382886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6373893498734382886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-221-mistakes.html' title='Entry 221 : Mistakes!'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2080860621777562487</id><published>2010-12-20T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:30:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 220 : New Fanfic</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;20th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating this blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with something....such as Tumblr and new work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fanfic, I'm still working at it and hopefully I can finish it, unlike my old fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Title : Bloods Of Lights and Darks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rating : PG – 13 (to be safe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Genre : Fantasy, weird kind of love?, fail!Angst, fail!Crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Summary : “You said, in order to make everything balance again, you let me forget. You put me in that Mental Institute. After 3 years, you took me back. And yet, you said that I shouldn’t be here, standing in front of you. You said that this is a mistake. But, you forgot something. In this world, where Lights and Darks are not just a phrase, I am a part of it, and you cannot change that fact”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Status : Prologue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Author’s note : Basically this is the outcome after reading too much stories involving myths. But don’t worry. This story will not have any of those. It is just a guide for me to continue writing. Anyway, please enjoy my piece of mind and most of all, welcome to the world where choices are no longer available! &lt;i&gt;Or is it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is my Tumblr. Please follow me, k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stay-as-i-am.tumblr.com/"&gt;The Truth Is Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Double by Boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stay-as-i-am.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2080860621777562487?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2080860621777562487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-230-new-fanfic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2080860621777562487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2080860621777562487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-230-new-fanfic.html' title='Entry 220 : New Fanfic'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-470731751746837541</id><published>2010-12-14T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:36:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 219 : A Warning to All My Followers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;14th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always mention this.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I being paranoid or stingy or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, I beg to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not copy any words that I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, please do credit me.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want, then do not make it so obvious that you're copying me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my post about the same thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-205.html"&gt;A Reminder To All My Followers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-said.html"&gt;When I said, "I don't care"...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-470731751746837541?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/470731751746837541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-219-warning-to-all-my-followers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/470731751746837541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/470731751746837541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-219-warning-to-all-my-followers.html' title='Entry 219 : A Warning to All My Followers'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5009794952437497212</id><published>2010-12-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:07:13.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 218 : Review of Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;13th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to give the readers a warning.&lt;br /&gt;This post will be fully about Super Junior. I MEANT it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at this album, I shook my head few times. Why? Well, because I can't believe that I actually did buy this straight from Korea. (the label here wrote, "KOMCA", stands for Korea Music Copyright Association). The price is much more higher than the same CD that you can find in Speedy. Uh-huh, at least I've got the big monster poster of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start the review now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bonamana&lt;br /&gt;- Bonamana, or Mii-na, means beauty, beautiful woman, and woman. When the song released early of this year, my first impression was, "Wow! African song??!". Never blame my ears because it is indeed sounds like African beats, plus with the Bangra sound. Later, when the MV released by SMEnt, I don't care about the expenses of the MV (yes, it might be cheap. put your blame on SM, but it's still considered as MV), as long as the guys look hot, any weird things doesn't matter anymore. Don't know why, but I found myself cannot look at Teukie-oppa at all! (perhaps I cannot stare at a guy whose unbottoned all the buttons of his coat and didn't wear any t-shirt in it at all) *embarrass*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the song itself has addictive sound, like Sorry Sorry, the 2009 hits single. You sure will dance to it when you heard this song. Namely 'SJ Funky', it proved that the differences showed in this song (African, Bangra, Hindustan, what else can you add up??) made Bonamana one of the hits single of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) No Other&lt;br /&gt;- Straightly after Bonamana's promotion ended, new single showed up. No Other gave the listener a different feeling than Bonamana. If Bonamana is fast track and make people dances, this song gives a warm and calm feeling. Basically the song is about the man cherishs every moment with the girl. It's a happy song. I still remember that when this song released, it was one day before I entered university. Many things happened on this day. I asked from my aunty for a broadband. I waited for the song to fully download. My sister accidentally closed the downloader. What a memory...*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;No Other's MV released when I was in university. So, when I finally watched it, somehow I felt so teary (or is it happy? or maybe jealous?) because the MV told few stories on how them all (the SuJu's members) confessed to the girl that they like. Personally I like Kyu's story. (I wonder if there's such guy who do what Kyuhyun's did in the MV to the girl he likes). This song is sweet when you looks the translation. It's has a catchy part also. The "Ohh~ Ohh~" part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shake It Up! [Remix Ver.]&lt;br /&gt;- This is a remix version of Shake It Up! in Bonamana Version A and B CDs. I like the beats of the song. Like the title, it makes you wanna dance, or at least move your body to the song. I like Sungmin's part. When I heard that part, I will move my hands and make a few movements. *grin*. Even though it is a remix, the original sound is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) All My Heart&lt;br /&gt;- This song is written by Teukie-oppa and Mochi...oppss...I mean, Henry. Personally I really-really-really this song. The rhythm, the lyric, the way they sing is, ARGH!! It's hot!! I mean, it's so sweet that I'm sure that I melted when I first heard it (melted and sweet are two different things. don't force your brain to think it's the same). It has a catchy part, "na nannana nannana nanna..". Seriously, Teukie-oppa and Henry did a very job with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Goodbye (A Short Journey)&lt;br /&gt;- When I first saw the title, I thought it's about the 5 years curses, or maybe about Teukie-oppa and Chullie entering the military next year. But, soon after I read the translation, I understand why'd Kangin sang the most part of this song. Because Hyukkie and Hae made this song specially for Kangin. The promises, the oath, everything that happened to them, to Kangin, is here, in this song. As always, Kangin's voice is smooth and mix well with the song. I misses  his voice since he didn't take part in any of SuJu's performances. I PROM15E TO BEL13VE. Yes, I will hold to that promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;- Or might been knows as, "Bad Girl". Oh! No, this is not a remake of Beast's song, "Bad Girl". But it is indeed a remake of Ray Lavender's song, "Reverse". How come Reverse suddenly turns up as Bad Girl?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go on with the song. This song is different. Maybe because it's originally an english song, it has a different vibes flows in it. The beats, oh yeah, especially the chorus part, you cannot ignored the urge to follow to sing it. First I was wondering why there is a lyric, "Twinkle Twinkle little star", but since the original song also got it, perhaps I need to ask the one who wrote the lyric. I love it when Kyu started the song. This is one song that I cannot memorized the song completely. It's too fast! I mean, the part after the first chorus. I like the part when they gonna enter the rap. It's reminds me to Numb by Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Coagulation&lt;br /&gt;- Okay. I know everyone is asking, "why-the-H the title is Coagulation?? Is the composer suddenly remember the Chemistry subject when writing this song??". Hey, don't worry. The lyric never mentioned coagulation word. It's a ballad song. You might be sleepy when you first hear it but I swear that this song is great. One of my favourite of the bunch. K.R.Y's voices matched each other and made the song superb! Wookie started the song, Yesung's high note, and Kyu deep voice. Oh dear....this song is my favourite. Don't care whether it's slow or not, this song is great. I recommend this song to you all. Oh yeah...this song is originally Kyu's solo song back in 2007. Unfortunately, this song never released and now K.R.Y is singing it. I wonder how will the song be if Kyu alone sings it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Sang by Yesung and Kyu. Hurm...honestly, I didn't hear this song as much as I hear other songs before. (6 songs above), and this song never made in to my handphone. The opening is kind of Malay song. Anyway, somehow there is a part managed to get into my brain because I always sing that part ONLY. It goes, "Neolbeun sesange....". If you like a ballad song, maybe you can hear this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) My Only Girl&lt;br /&gt;- Another song that I seldom listen to. When I listen to it again, (which is right now), the song is not quite bad. I can imagine that the song is a confession from a guy to the girl he likes. And, surprisingly, I heard Chullie's voice in this song! Is my ears being truthful to me?? "You're my only girl", "Coz I'm falling in love...". Yes, I knew. Don't have to say it to me. *laugh* (being crazy again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ) My All Is In You&lt;br /&gt;- A pop song. Not too slow and not too fast. Again, Kyu started the song. His voice is so smooth and sweet. I like this song. There is a line in the song, "I can't live without you, my all is in you". *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Yesung's high notes, Kyu's high notes. Wookie's high notes. *sigh*. What else can you ask from them? They knew how to use their charm, especially in their voices. The harmony part is great. I actually can feel the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Shake It Up!&lt;br /&gt;- the original version of number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) In My Dream&lt;br /&gt;- A slow song. I think this song is about the same as "She's Gone" from their second album. Kyu once cried during a concert when they sang this song. By the way, this is K.R.Y plus S and D again. When it 's K.R.Y.S.D, you cannot say anything bad about the song. They are the lead vocals in SuJu, so of course this song is great in their own aspects. The emotions they gave in it, the powerful voices. Haish! Listen to it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) One Fine Spring Day&lt;br /&gt;- Wookie's solo. He's the first one in SuJu to be able to release a solo single in their album. Hurm....I don't think I can give any comments on this song. I...quite &lt;i&gt;dislike&lt;/i&gt; Wookie's voice when it comes to solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Good Person&lt;br /&gt;- Another remake! Wait, I forgot the original singer. Argh! Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Here We Go!&lt;br /&gt;- This is definitely a happy song. I can totally imagine its MV. They all will play soccer while singing the song. Or maybe during their campfire. Or maybe during their picnic at the beach. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;This song is positive song. You will smile through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Overall, the album gives me enough satisfactions. Bonamana, No Other, Shake It Up, Coagulation, Boom Boom, All My Heart, My All Is In You, Goodbye....quite a number of songs to recommend. Listen to it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here my review on 2009 Sorry Sorry Version C album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-post-about-super-junior.html#more"&gt;Review on Sorry Sorry Version C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- All songs above. Hahahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5009794952437497212?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5009794952437497212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-218-review-of-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5009794952437497212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5009794952437497212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-218-review-of-songs.html' title='Entry 218 : Review of Songs'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3487658075320966394</id><published>2010-12-10T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:59:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 217 : I'm happy! But I'm also sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10th December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for the late update.&lt;br /&gt;Blame my sister and my lil bro for 'stealing' my leipy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from 5th December until today, I was away from home.&lt;br /&gt;I was at Menglembu, Perak on 5th until 6th.&lt;br /&gt;Then, on 6th until today, I was at various places.&lt;br /&gt;Ulu Klang, Ulu Langat, Damansara and Sg. Besi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...thanks to my sis for being our driver for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair when I arrived in KL.&lt;br /&gt;I finally cut my hair in a salon!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that bro!&lt;br /&gt;I really like my hairstyle right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I get my result for my first examination in university!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I get 3.14.&lt;br /&gt;For me, that's still quite low.&lt;br /&gt;I needs to work hard for the next sem.&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte, Adila!&lt;br /&gt;(at least this made me forget for awhile about what had happened at GDA last night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssttt...&lt;br /&gt;These are my collection of novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Saga = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;Percy Jackson and The Olympians = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;A Walk to Remember = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;The Last Song = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks For The Memories = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;If You Could See Me Now = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;To Kill A Mocking Bird = Checked!&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Fowl = Checked! (sadly I just got one book from this series. need to find another)&lt;br /&gt;The Kane Chronicles = Checked! ( for now there is just only a book that had been published)&lt;br /&gt;Heroes of Olympus = Checked! (again, the next book will be published soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TQJNLe2AJXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/1FFTOxup97M/s1600/DSCN2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TQJNLe2AJXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/1FFTOxup97M/s320/DSCN2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Hot Times by S.M. The Ballad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3487658075320966394?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3487658075320966394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-217-im-happy-but-im-also-sad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3487658075320966394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3487658075320966394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-217-im-happy-but-im-also-sad.html' title='Entry 217 : I&apos;m happy! But I&apos;m also sad.'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TQJNLe2AJXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/1FFTOxup97M/s72-c/DSCN2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-445034014063881066</id><published>2010-12-04T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:39:49.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 216 : Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4rd December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's already December!&lt;br /&gt;Time travels so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 29th November until 1st December, me with my my sister, my mom and my brother went to Langkawi for a trip. We were joined by my uncle's family (minus that particular guy named Ahmad Khairie as he is busy with his Jamborie~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already upload pictures on my FB. Do check it out! (sorry for limited number of pictures. since my cousin's camera is much more greater than my camera, so i decided to depend on her camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMEnt has already released S.M The Ballad Vol.1's album!&lt;br /&gt;And also their title track, "Miss You" MV, has also been released before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite like the song. I prefer "Hot Times" more than "Miss You".&lt;br /&gt;But I love the MV. I love the concept. And I love the meaning of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow can relate it to my life. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd this post titled, Miracle?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just feel like it.*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote this post, I was singing Miracle from Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;So that's the title! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to Perak to visit my aunty there.&lt;br /&gt;And to put my things there, so next time when I'm going there back for studying, I won't have to bring many things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we'll going to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So KL, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Miss You by S.M The Ballad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (My heart just doesn’t seem to reach you...Tears keep rolling down like crazy...I think I can’t do it.....I can’t forget you....Even if I just feel like dying.....I can’t let go of your love.....So I just living....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-445034014063881066?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/445034014063881066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-216-miracle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/445034014063881066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/445034014063881066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/12/entry-216-miracle.html' title='Entry 216 : Miracle'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-852528153768887480</id><published>2010-11-26T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:57:06.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 215 : Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;26th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've wanted to write this few times before but like always, I forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;One of my new friends gave me a nick, "Sunshine", for a reason that I think it is the same with someone that I knew. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nadiah, do this thing ring a bell in your head?&lt;br /&gt;You're once called me as your sunshine before.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to search for that post again but I failed.&lt;br /&gt;I thinks that the post was in your old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only managed to find the one in my blog, which is the reply for your post.&lt;br /&gt;And to that person who labeled me as her "Sunshine", (but now she called me her "Lavender"), please stop give me any nick names =_____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-crying-againand-this-time-im-sure.html#more"&gt;Reply To Nadiah's Post, "Sunshine"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Why Are You Being Like This? by T-ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-852528153768887480?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/852528153768887480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-215-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/852528153768887480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/852528153768887480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-215-sunshine.html' title='Entry 215 : Sunshine'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6377523209173290520</id><published>2010-11-25T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:06:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 214 : Lee Dongha</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously say, I really miss her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fariha!&lt;br /&gt;If only you are right beside me now, I will hug you tightly until you can't even breathe.&lt;br /&gt;*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you lah, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;These few days, you're always texting me, calling me, I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;Because no one can replaced you.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, because you're my best friend, and we're quite like twins, right?&lt;br /&gt;Not the face obviously, but our interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I kinda having a remembrance time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss our times together.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading your blog just now, and I stumbled across this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://koko-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/adila-suka-pink.html"&gt;Adila Suka Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I won't wear pink. Even if I wear it, please think that I might have been forcing to wear it or because I don't have other clothes to wear. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't ever take your place as pink princess.&lt;br /&gt;*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you all, the readers of my blog, still remember to one song titled, "This I Promise You", by N Sync?&lt;br /&gt;I just found that song again! I still remember that there was a time when I really in love with it!&lt;br /&gt;The lyric, the way they sang it, OHEMGEE!&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I just fall in love back with this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyric, and for the song, I know that you are capable to search it by yourself, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;This I Promise you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the visions around you,&lt;br /&gt;Bring tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all that surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Are secrets and lies&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your strength,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you hope,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your faith when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;The one you should call,&lt;br /&gt;Was standing here all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you forever,&lt;br /&gt;In lifetimes before&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you never...&lt;br /&gt;Will you hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;I give you my word&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart (give you my heart)&lt;br /&gt;This is a battle we've won&lt;br /&gt;And with this vow,&lt;br /&gt;Forever has now begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes (close your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Each loving day (each loving day)&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling won't go away (no..)&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you..&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I fall (over and over I fall)&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you call&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;I just wouldn't be living at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take (I will take you in my arms)&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong (right where you belong)&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Each loving day (each loving day)&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling won't go away (no..)&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I promise you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s :- I have a feeling that I will make my soon-to-be-boyfriend sing this song for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Bye Bye Bye by N Sync&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/864237378549311543-6377523209173290520?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6377523209173290520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-214-lee-dongha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6377523209173290520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6377523209173290520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-214-lee-dongha.html' title='Entry 214 : Lee Dongha'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5235103677032073697</id><published>2010-11-23T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:06:33.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 213 : Privacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;23th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I chose, "Privacy", as my entry-title.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why did I chose this?&lt;br /&gt;Because, well, clearly, I want people to know that I do have my own privacy time, and I don't want anyone, even though it's my own best friend, to disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to message me all 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I'm begging you, please, I want my own time.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have some privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I promised you that I will always be there for you if you have any problems, but, it doesn't mean that you need to message me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;My credit is not for you only.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you said that I should not change my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;You said in that 3 weeks, I'm different, and now, I'm different. &lt;br /&gt;But, hey, this is me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't spend my credit for someone that bothers me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Go and ask my friends. They know what I means.&lt;br /&gt;If you think this is rude, well then, you don't know me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be angry or mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;But, I couldn't say this through message.&lt;br /&gt;Because you will never understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5235103677032073697?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5235103677032073697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-213-privacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5235103677032073697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5235103677032073697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-213-privacy.html' title='Entry 213 : Privacy'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-579891792106142686</id><published>2010-11-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:19:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 212 : October and November</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;21st November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, everything passed by so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Like one day is equal to one year. Eh! No! Like one second equal to one hour.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is done now.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I need to make explainations...to explain bout my decision.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to choose the correct words.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday, I keep on sighing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;When I received a call, I need to acknowledge the tears.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I know you will read this post. After all you said you're always read my updates, right?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that I said that I will includes you in my next update?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, while writing this, I remember what had we talked last night. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;So many weird things.&lt;br /&gt;Even after we talked, you still cannot accept it, right?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;What a nice fate we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October and November.&lt;br /&gt;Within these two months, many things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;And some of those things, I never imagined it could happened to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm glad that it happened.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I knew how it feels to be in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;It sure had taught me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- The Call by Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-579891792106142686?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/579891792106142686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-212-october-and-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/579891792106142686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/579891792106142686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-212-october-and-november.html' title='Entry 212 : October and November'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2536912244459452653</id><published>2010-11-20T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:00:20.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 211 : A Premonition</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;20th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa~&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a premoniton, I am not a psychic, so don't worry. I am still as normal as a normal human being can be.&lt;br /&gt;But, I do try to imagine what will happen in future if I sincerely take one of the most hardest step in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;What is so great about love that people are willing to hurt themselves just because of love?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, through YM, I had a nice chat with someone that I knew. Lately, she helps me get through so many things. And, this time, she gave me a piece of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is not a logical thing to think. Love is weird, and yet it makes people feel complete. Love is not about choosing the right person to love, but it's about whose your heart choose to love. Heart is something that plays the main role in love. If your heart is beating fast when you found someone, no matter what gender that person is, then, it is love. No matter how you looks at it, it is still consider as love. Because your heart never betrays you. The one who betrays you is your brain. Your brain will take only the logical things, but your heart won't. Your heart is there for a reason. So, why not try following it?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you say you love someone, then thinks back. Does your heart say the same? Or is it just you who say that? Just because you're afraid to hurt someone who loves you, it doesn't mean that you have to hurt yourself either. In this case of love, hurting someone and being hurt are two normal things. Not every love stories end with happily ever after". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thinks carefully. You have two choices. First, you are not in love with that person, but still, you don't want to hurt anyone, so you accept that love. It's fine to do that but are you happy? Are you truly happy? No. You're not. Without your notices, you are hurting someone who loves you and of course, yourself too, by pretending to love back. Or, second, you are not in love, and you choose to end it. Well, this one is surely will hurt someone but it's the best. From letting that person thinks that you are in love, better let that person thinks that you do not love and will just be happy by being a friend. Because sometimes, being friend is much better than being a lover. Don't you thinks so?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she wrote to me, makes me thinks and thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps...this is what I need to do from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't lie anymore and pretend that I accept everything.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I will do anything...just to make everything right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2536912244459452653?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2536912244459452653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-211-premonition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2536912244459452653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2536912244459452653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-211-premonition.html' title='Entry 211 : A Premonition'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6268887542367600930</id><published>2010-11-19T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:27:47.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 210 : Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;19th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I chose to follow what my hearts tells me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I choose to listen what my brain up here thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a belief, and faith, that I've holding since I knew the differences between guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;This belief gets stronger each time, and it continues to be for more than 11 eleven years. (It begins since I was in primary school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I nearly fall because of my own blindness.&lt;br /&gt;(Hurm...maybe because of my hair also. It's getting longer. It makes me thinks like a girl, talks like a girl and acts like a girl. I need to cut it soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice conversation with someone today.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me an advice, and it struck me. &lt;br /&gt;Before this, someone had told me the same thing, but I cannot do it, as my heart won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;But now, like a heavy burden finally had been removed, I feels like I need to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart may not agree with me, but, for now, I want to listen to what my brain got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Smile Again by Super Junior's Ryeowook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6268887542367600930?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6268887542367600930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-210-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6268887542367600930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6268887542367600930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-210-forgotten.html' title='Entry 210 : Forgotten'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-7972088990306665708</id><published>2010-11-16T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:30:31.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 209 : Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;16th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found a story to read and I tell you, it is an awesome story.&lt;br /&gt;I really love the way it flows and every words that wrote in it.&lt;br /&gt;It taught me many things about life.&lt;br /&gt;And, I've got so many quotes and sayings from there!&lt;br /&gt;*laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These a few that I managed to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sometimes, some things like love and devotion do not really need clear words to be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;i&gt;Makes me think though, that maybe cleaning these glasses is like looking  at life. We think these glasses are already clean and shiny but we can  make it cleaner and shinier. Just like life. We think we’re already okay  doing what we do. But you know, with a small decision to do something  else or to stop doing something… everything could change. Life will be  lighter, a little ‘cleaner’ and a little ‘shinier’.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;i&gt;They can choose to live or choose to die. Choose to do something  worthwhile while they’re alive or choose to live in misery. People  always think they don’t have a choice when it comes to living and dying,  but what they cannot see is that they have always been in control.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be continue soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- A Short Journey (Goodbye) by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-7972088990306665708?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/7972088990306665708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-209-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7972088990306665708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7972088990306665708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-209-quotes.html' title='Entry 209 : Quotes'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8618091320692964221</id><published>2010-11-15T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:53:00.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 208 : New Beginning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;15th November 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh...what a holiday I took!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the different between the last update and this!&lt;br /&gt;5th October for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;What a niceeeeee gap~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since many people are waiting for my update, I will start blogging from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my baby lappy because now he's not sick anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I can update my blog everyday~ *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new about me?&lt;br /&gt;Hurm...starting from last 11th November until whatever-date-it-will-be, I will be in holiday mode~&lt;br /&gt;I will staying home for at least a month and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing is...hurm...&lt;br /&gt;Well,I don't know how to put this into words but...I am somehow someone's girlfriend right now?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this thing is so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Only few people knew about the real thing behind this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God...please open my heart and show me the right way to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Too Late by Co-Ed School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8618091320692964221?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8618091320692964221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-208-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8618091320692964221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8618091320692964221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/11/entry-208-new-beginning.html' title='Entry 208 : New Beginning!'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5851253922099367483</id><published>2010-10-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:37:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 207</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5th October 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories strike back like a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;Feels sad so suddenly and couldn't stop the emotion from rushing out and flow like a river.&lt;br /&gt;Crying again and again.&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels so heavy...like its gonna be crush over and break into little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's 12:17 am.&lt;br /&gt;And I still couldn't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Can I smile again?&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know whether I can or not.&lt;br /&gt;It is still hard to smile though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes a lot of courage just to smile&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes even to smile is an act of courage&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the same?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just so over reacted?&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with someone who cares about me...&lt;br /&gt;So stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;So clueless about life..&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Oct 2010, 12:22 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I wrote this inside my cellphone. And I saved it in my draft.&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5851253922099367483?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5851253922099367483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/10/entry-207.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5851253922099367483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5851253922099367483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/10/entry-207.html' title='Entry 207'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4064411297925979464</id><published>2010-09-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:15:24.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 206</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;16th September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened in these 2 weeks of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home on Friday the 3rd of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got food poisoning, and suffered from it for few days. Plus with fever, it didn't make my last days of fasting great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when Hari Raya, I need to control and choose suitable foods. If not, then DOOM!&lt;br /&gt;Keluar masuk toilet laa jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we went back to Alor Setar, just one day after we got home, one news broke the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom cried, I don't know what to do. She never cry before, at least, not in front of me. But when she cried, I nearly laugh. Because this is the 1st time for her to be like that. And I'm speechless that I'm laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news broke everyone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect it to be this soon. I swore, I just met him last 2 days, before we all went back to Alor Setar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've lost him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, when my grandmother died, I didn't let myself cry. This time, seeing my mom cried, I cannot help but to cry together. My sis also cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was unexpected news. No one expect this to happened. We hurriedly went to KL, and watched the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father helped to bathe my grandpa, and helped to bury him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, before this, I didn't like him that much. But, I guess, the family line that flows inside my veins made me realized how much I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I managed to celebrate Raya with him this year, before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4064411297925979464?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4064411297925979464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-206.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4064411297925979464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4064411297925979464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-206.html' title='Entry 206'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4463544212935544720</id><published>2010-09-06T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:42:22.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 205</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;6th September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A reminder to all my followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not copy what I wrote. (this one is specially for someone, hope you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen someone done it. And I didn't get any credit for it. It's not like I want that credit so much. I just want to be appreciated, because the words are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to read a section where I wrote about the rules, somewhere over here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, but please give me your credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4463544212935544720?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4463544212935544720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-205.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4463544212935544720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4463544212935544720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-205.html' title='Entry 205'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2988514285690175466</id><published>2010-09-06T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:25:07.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 204</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;6th September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still didn't get any idea how should I style my hair for this Raya.&lt;br /&gt;I already used many of it.&lt;br /&gt;So I want to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say, "Adila! Please don't cut your hair! Nanti nampak lagi boyish!", or, "Kak Dila! Janganlah potong! Nak tengok Kak Dila rambut panjang".&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I just want to repair it lorh. Just cut the hujung2 one.&lt;br /&gt;It started to curl already, and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have few collections of novels, like, Twilight Saga and Percy Jackson And The Olympians, A Walk To Remember, Scribbler of Dreams, so, I want to add more. Can anyone suggest to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm still waiting for my Percy Jackson and The Sea of Monsters. Where is it? She should return it back to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahhh...tomorrow I need to go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;This year I will celebrate Hari Raya there. *cry*&lt;br /&gt;I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Let You Go by TRAX (Heechul oppa *crying*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2988514285690175466?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2988514285690175466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-204.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2988514285690175466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2988514285690175466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-204.html' title='Entry 204'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5014159476216301718</id><published>2010-09-04T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:31:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 203</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4th September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3rd September 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months in UiTM, I got to back home for Raya's Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;*cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these 2 months, I envied those who could go home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom, my dad, my bro, my bed, and everything-lah!&lt;br /&gt;And, now, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into my room, the first thing that I saw is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGT19zxz6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/UFu14sF273I/s1600/04092010187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGT19zxz6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/UFu14sF273I/s320/04092010187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my 4th Album Bonamana Repackage!!&lt;br /&gt;Came straight from KOREA!! &lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mama!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I just got the album, but then I saw something else on my table, which is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGT9qkLTVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ncAPkyvh7hs/s1600/04092010191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGT9qkLTVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ncAPkyvh7hs/s320/04092010191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got the poster!&lt;br /&gt;*scream*&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Alright. Calm down, Adila.&lt;br /&gt;*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you all my collection of selendang's (is it shawl in english?) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGVRYly-dI/AAAAAAAAA5w/072e55p2ykM/s1600/04092010194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGVRYly-dI/AAAAAAAAA5w/072e55p2ykM/s320/04092010194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, there's only 10 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Need to add more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5014159476216301718?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5014159476216301718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-203.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5014159476216301718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5014159476216301718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-203.html' title='Entry 203'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TIGT19zxz6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/UFu14sF273I/s72-c/04092010187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-146607288484720464</id><published>2010-09-02T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:40:23.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 202</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2nd September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I write anything, first of all, I want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY I CAN GO BACK TO MY HOME TOMORROW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 months since I came here, and that's the last time I went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I always go to my aunty's house.&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, HOME SWEET HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31st August 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my roommates went to Ipoh Parade, and guess who's the driver?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You're right. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;All along the way to Ipoh and back to UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove a purple Kelisa, which was not bad, but I still prefer VIVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9E1KfduRI/AAAAAAAAA5I/8tFOK8Hwj2Q/s1600/DSCN1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9E1KfduRI/AAAAAAAAA5I/8tFOK8Hwj2Q/s320/DSCN1728.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened along the way.&lt;br /&gt;First, we got lost on the way to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's 3 Ipoh-eans in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when it's open fast time, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;We opened our fast in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9F43eA2uI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qvQXWAxTKKA/s1600/DSCN1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9F43eA2uI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qvQXWAxTKKA/s320/DSCN1739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9GMUfWyaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SUTcylb_CuU/s1600/DSCN1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9GMUfWyaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SUTcylb_CuU/s320/DSCN1741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one experience that can't ever be forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-146607288484720464?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/146607288484720464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-202.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/146607288484720464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/146607288484720464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/09/entry-202.html' title='Entry 202'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TH9E1KfduRI/AAAAAAAAA5I/8tFOK8Hwj2Q/s72-c/DSCN1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5022352121889266657</id><published>2010-08-24T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:37:19.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 201</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;24th August 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm, how to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got my task number 4 and 5, I never had a really good time to play the internet. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task number 5...*sigh*...I need to draw a plan of a bungalow, a real PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 12 drawings to be submitted by this 12th October, and now the lecturer asked us to submit drawing number 1 and 2 by today. Thank God I have finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because I want to finish my assignment, right now I'm in the library. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone. I am with my friend, Hannis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5022352121889266657?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5022352121889266657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-201.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5022352121889266657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5022352121889266657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-201.html' title='Entry 201'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8059367592060604022</id><published>2010-08-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:31:51.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 200</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;12th July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Such a long time to take to get these 200 entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I entered the university, my life has turned 180 degree. I have no time for chatting, updating blog or facebook, listening to songs and many more that I used to do before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many assignments waiting for me to finish it. Since I'm taking Building, I have many drawings to do. I don't even like drawings, but I have to, because if not, then how will I do my works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other subject like Intro to Mechanic Structure, got some basic physics and addmath in it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to move on. Just keep pushing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one guy in my class, and he always praise me, and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always say, "Dila, malam ni ko nampak cute la", "Dila, bila ko pakai spek, ko nampak lagi cute" and many-many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in class, he called me, so I turned to face him. Then, he was like...&lt;i&gt;shy-shy-cat-you-know&lt;/i&gt;. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to it. I don't know what he means but somehow, I'm afraid just to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8059367592060604022?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8059367592060604022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-200.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8059367592060604022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8059367592060604022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-200.html' title='Entry 200'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2806201706611139936</id><published>2010-07-29T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:32:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 199</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29th July 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHEMGEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in FSPU Comp. Lab !! Please forgive me Sir for breaking the rule! *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, in this moment, there is a presentation happening and now it's Paan's turn!! (he's so cute xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still waiting for Celi's and Sharif's turn. ( I already did my presentation yesterday. Done! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2806201706611139936?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2806201706611139936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-199.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2806201706611139936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2806201706611139936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-199.html' title='Entry 199'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5812348888934263487</id><published>2010-07-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:58:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 198</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;24th July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today is definitely not what I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got to introduce someone to 2 of my roommates (since one of them went home this weekend). I'm glad that they both quickly blend with him. I'm afraid that they might not like them or he might be shy around them. But, everything turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made jokes with them. They laughed at his jokes. *sigh*. But "ibu" was not there to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she will say something about I became a naughty daughter after this. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the story started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me, and said that he wanted to come down to Inderasakti's DM (Dewan Makan), so yeah, I quickly changed clothes and hurried down (I still took more than 10 minutes to prepare). *laugh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time he saw me without tudung. I was thinking about what would he think of me? I hope it isn't bad. I want him to accept me as who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we were joined by Hannis, my asst. class rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my roommates came down (actually we all already planned that they would come down to DM and used a reason, "sebenarnya kami berdua ni turun nak breakfast", as an excuse) and they introduced to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch time, I was ready to sit at another place when he called me and and asked me to sit in front of him. Well, it's not rude to object the request right? *laugh*. So I sat in front of him and soon my roommates came back to DM. They came towards me and sat down at those empty seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends and him immediately blend and I was really happy for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remember it back again, he is not my taste. DEFINITELY not. But he's funny and he knew how to make people happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who read this, please take note that he is NOT my boyfriend. Just a friend, okay? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for another update!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- No Other by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5812348888934263487?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5812348888934263487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-198.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5812348888934263487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5812348888934263487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-198.html' title='Entry 198'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2872545609631837291</id><published>2010-07-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:31:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 197</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;15th July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second week of studying here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened. Such as, there is a gossip flying around my classmates saying that I like one of the guys in my class, and vice versa. Like always, I just play-along with them but honestly say, I MAYBE not just play-along at all. *laugh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My university held a PC Fair, so me and my roommates get a headset for each of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TD7EbKvdVVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0hk-gKJOGcI/s1600/DSCN1195e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TD7EbKvdVVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0hk-gKJOGcI/s400/DSCN1195e.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine one is obviously the blue one! *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TD7G8L0nseI/AAAAAAAAA3o/HOw5AOuE1TE/s1600/DSCN1192e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TD7G8L0nseI/AAAAAAAAA3o/HOw5AOuE1TE/s400/DSCN1192e.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all for now! Need to settle my assignment! Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Love Light by CN Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2872545609631837291?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2872545609631837291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-197.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2872545609631837291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2872545609631837291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-197.html' title='Entry 197'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TD7EbKvdVVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0hk-gKJOGcI/s72-c/DSCN1195e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8246184488970572635</id><published>2010-07-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:14:17.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 196</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10th July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in UiTM, and having all those classes, I felt like the time is very slow to pass. But now, I feel like the day come to its end very quickly. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to see my mom. I'm jealous to see all my roommates seeing their parents every weeks. Even for one of my roommates who is her house is in Ulu Yam, Selangor, she's going home for two weeks in row already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the journey to Alor Setar from here (Perak) is taking almost 3 hours, but I don't want to spend just one day there. But still, I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came yesterday. She was in her way with my sis to KL, so, they stopped here for awhile to see me. It's not even 24 hours for me to see my mom before she continue her way to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will get my turn soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TDh_hZRMxlI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/FUCxW0MeCGI/s1600/heechul-104727783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TDh_hZRMxlI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/FUCxW0MeCGI/s320/heechul-104727783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 10th July and it is Heechul oppa's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as one of his fans, I wanna wish him a very sweet 27th birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teukie even wished him live in public during No Other's performance at Music Core today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will turn out to be great after this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music :- No Other at Music Core by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8246184488970572635?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8246184488970572635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-196.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8246184488970572635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8246184488970572635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-196.html' title='Entry 196'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TDh_hZRMxlI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/FUCxW0MeCGI/s72-c/heechul-104727783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2159709089567825122</id><published>2010-07-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:17:41.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 195</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5th July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day having classes in this UiTM!! *scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we all had this kind of orientation for the whole 7 days. Most OC sisters and brothers are so nice~ I started to miss them already. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a very friendly roommates. Since my room could consists four people, I got one from Taiping, one from Ulu Yam and another one from Batu Gajah. They all are so hyperactive~ I love them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, since I don't have much time to online or update blog or update whatever things that I need to update, lets hoping that I will have a long time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Matahariku by Agnes Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2159709089567825122?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2159709089567825122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-195.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2159709089567825122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2159709089567825122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/07/entry-195.html' title='Entry 195'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6821406061619976920</id><published>2010-06-23T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:06:25.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 194</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;23rd June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing involving my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just about my idol, Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In one interview, Hangeng has said, “&lt;i&gt;For these 10 years I am very grateful. Thank you SM  Entertainment for letting me become an artist with just a piece of  paper.&lt;/i&gt; ”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I laughed when I read this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;With just a piece of paper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; For God's sake, that piece of paper had made you popular all over the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; That piece of paper made your name been chanted in each performances.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That piece of paper made you trained under SME for 5 years.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; That piece of paper made you knew other members.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That piece of paper made you became one of 13 members of SuJu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That piece of paper made you became the leader of SuJu M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That piece of paper made you became one of the most popular couple, HanChul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I knew that stupid contract was the cause for all these things. But still..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that piece of paper...you left your SuJu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that piece of paper...you left your SuJu M. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that piece of paper...you left your family in Korea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that piece of paper...you left the memories for 10 years in Korea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that piece of paper...you left all your friends without telling them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that stupid piece of contract...you let everyone cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that stupid piece of contract...you let Leeteuk, who is your leader for 5 years in Suju, cried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of that stupid piece of contract...you let someone who took off your mask during Twins, defended you when people talked bad about you, promoted you when you're still considered as outsider, shared soju with you when you and him all alone, in other words, been with you in all circumstances, cried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that stupid piece of contract...you let Heechul cried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;How could I never hate you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In this case, I won't support anyone. But, if my bias is cry, then, I will blame the person who caused it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6821406061619976920?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6821406061619976920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-194.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6821406061619976920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6821406061619976920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-194.html' title='Entry 194'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8738786226649572365</id><published>2010-06-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:04:44.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 193</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;23rd June 2010 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my notice, I just got another 2 more days to enjoy. And, then, I will go to a place called, "UiTM", and study there for the next three years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to believe that I really need to leave this comfort home and go to some place which is so foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perak. Or, more accurately, Seri Iskandar. Although my aunty live there in Perak, but she's in Menglembu. Still quite far from my future-study-place. Right now, at this very right moment, I feel so sad, and keep on wondering what's going to happen in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly hoping that I will get a very nice roommates. *actually I'm hoping that Miss Nafizah and Miss Ashikin will be my roommates*. If not, at least, let my roommates be someone from my course and few points to her if she's K-pop lover! *it's even better if she is SuJu's fan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I wish I will survive this new life. God, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17th June, me, Miss Rafinee, Miss Nafizah and Miss Fatihah spent a day at City Plaza. This was my last hangout at town before we all leave for further studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCHyUM9ospI/AAAAAAAAA2g/F6ftl2SBseY/s1600/DSCN1121ee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCHyUM9ospI/AAAAAAAAA2g/F6ftl2SBseY/s400/DSCN1121ee.JPG" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I will miss this moment =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fariha, Miss Naqibah, Miss Fateen, Miss Nafizah, Miss Rafinee, Miss Farazila, and me went back to school for our very last small reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, Kak DK was the first to come. *she messaged me, asked me where am I?, and my replied was, &lt;i&gt;otw&lt;/i&gt;. then she kept on complaining that my &lt;i&gt;otw&lt;/i&gt; is baru nak pakai tudung, baru nak naik kereta. well, you know me right?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us wore black on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak DK wore her colour, pink. Miss Farazila wore black scarf and purple shirt. Miss Naqibah wore black scarf and stripe shirt. Miss Nafizah wore black scarf with purple shirt and black cardigan. Miss Fateen wore pink-to-purple shirt and pink mixed black scarf. Whereas, me and Miss Rafinee wore the same shirt and same shoes. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH0Ke5OoKI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6N1g2jf77P4/s1600/DSCN1123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH0Ke5OoKI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6N1g2jf77P4/s400/DSCN1123.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak DK, couple shirt erk? Herm....agak la. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH0oN-IVvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/CMh0dfgzNTQ/s1600/DSCN1125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH0oN-IVvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/CMh0dfgzNTQ/s400/DSCN1125.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak DK, nie kan, beli 1 set dpt 1 set kecik. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing for sure, this will be the best reunion before further study! Even though there were just seven of us, we all enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH1rR-punI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6bxmxccnDyQ/s1600/36659_131635790199679_100000597755293_235645_1757297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH1rR-punI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6bxmxccnDyQ/s400/36659_131635790199679_100000597755293_235645_1757297_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH2BOpKp9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/xIWoSk-Mmcc/s1600/DSC07457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCH2BOpKp9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/xIWoSk-Mmcc/s400/DSC07457.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my dearest friends, I'm sure that we will meet other soon. Maybe not in these few years, but, it will happen eventually. So, until that day, even with new friends tagging in the way, I sincerely hope that we won't forget each other as our memories are so precious to let it gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words for you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The memories are beautiful, never let you go. The memories are beautiful, I don't wanna ever say goodbye&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- One Love by Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Angela by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8738786226649572365?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8738786226649572365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-193.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8738786226649572365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8738786226649572365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-193.html' title='Entry 193'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TCHyUM9ospI/AAAAAAAAA2g/F6ftl2SBseY/s72-c/DSCN1121ee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1573248499318208195</id><published>2010-06-14T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:25:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 192</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;14th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now proudly announced that I'm a eunhae shipper xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBYzK9KhziI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VEHG7bEUHzk/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBYzK9KhziI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VEHG7bEUHzk/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So who's who?? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding. *laugh*. Right now, I'm totally boring and got nothing to do. So, just enjoy these pictures la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY0GxjZYBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vQI3j5zxtIs/s1600/24782_10150171628545257_10150134214120257_11486483_2190784_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY0GxjZYBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vQI3j5zxtIs/s400/24782_10150171628545257_10150134214120257_11486483_2190784_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture reminds me to someone, isn't it, Kak DK? *laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY1G_KgfdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/AAOUwjIyVKg/s1600/31864_10150219863865257_10150134214120257_12771441_380443_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY1G_KgfdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/AAOUwjIyVKg/s400/31864_10150219863865257_10150134214120257_12771441_380443_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY1p77L_zI/AAAAAAAAA14/bESP0Mkr5NA/s1600/27243_10150183672340257_10150134214120257_11824275_5219961_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY1p77L_zI/AAAAAAAAA14/bESP0Mkr5NA/s400/27243_10150183672340257_10150134214120257_11824275_5219961_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the EPIC-est picture of them all. *got 2 pictures actually*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY2NMTnWcI/AAAAAAAAA2A/TVNDy3_I3Wg/s1600/27243_10150183701100257_10150134214120257_11825022_5377740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY2NMTnWcI/AAAAAAAAA2A/TVNDy3_I3Wg/s400/27243_10150183701100257_10150134214120257_11825022_5377740_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY2hE_NjjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Rp_hdWRX7kY/s1600/30594_10150218539180257_10150134214120257_12723188_5010453_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBY2hE_NjjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Rp_hdWRX7kY/s320/30594_10150218539180257_10150134214120257_12723188_5010453_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please appreciate my pictures @____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Heaven by FT Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1573248499318208195?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1573248499318208195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-192.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1573248499318208195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1573248499318208195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-192.html' title='Entry 192'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBYzK9KhziI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VEHG7bEUHzk/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2310523979508725925</id><published>2010-06-13T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:05:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 191</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;13th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior win the triple crown today at Inkigayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my junior finally in love with Super Junior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a year persuading her with Korean songs, finally....oh yeah....I'm happy. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent nearly rm3 for my dongsaeng. Oh dear....most of my friends knew how stingy I am about cellphone's credit and suddenly I spent my credits over a junior. *laugh*. We both just messaging each other about our day-dreaming at Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both pretend like we were in Korea and in Super Junior's dorm. *it's just a dream, okay? ELFs will kill me if I really get into their dorm*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will I really go there? Perhaps, when I finally go to Korea, Super Junior is no more. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few days, I always call Miss Fariha, "kakak". *laugh*. Sorry dear but I think it suits you la. The way you behaved, you talked, it reminds me to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her, "Kak DK", or, "kakak". I hope she wouldn't mind it. *peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have anything else to write, just enjoy this pictures okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak DK, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBTHBUfFo8I/AAAAAAAAAyI/pULuHcQCBT4/s1600/31582_10150192435365257_10150134214120257_12040909_3657966_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBTHBUfFo8I/AAAAAAAAAyI/pULuHcQCBT4/s640/31582_10150192435365257_10150134214120257_12040909_3657966_n.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music :- Sebelum Cahaya by Letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2310523979508725925?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2310523979508725925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-191.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2310523979508725925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2310523979508725925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-191.html' title='Entry 191'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TBTHBUfFo8I/AAAAAAAAAyI/pULuHcQCBT4/s72-c/31582_10150192435365257_10150134214120257_12040909_3657966_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8736573843952560806</id><published>2010-06-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:23:41.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 190</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;12th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I saw my friend's blog, I feel quite jealous. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both are so in love. I'm happy for them. Really. It's just that I was wondering, when can I have my own boyfriend who will love me like him? Miss Fariha is very lucky I should say. Suddenly I felt so proud to be their matchmaker. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, nothing much happened today. So don't ask me to write more than I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother annoyed me again. I wish I can tie him up and put tape on his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all la. Don't hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Miracle by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8736573843952560806?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8736573843952560806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-190.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8736573843952560806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8736573843952560806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-190.html' title='Entry 190'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3866576637943868294</id><published>2010-06-10T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:05:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 189</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I've done today. Like always, I spent my day with playing my lovely lappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passes away like this everyday. I cannot help but to feel so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............*silent*.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring that I don't have many things to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Vanilla Twilight by Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3866576637943868294?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3866576637943868294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/emtry-189.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3866576637943868294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3866576637943868294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/emtry-189.html' title='Entry 189'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-186720697519763691</id><published>2010-06-10T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:26:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 188</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally changed the layout! *laugh* I even put my oppas pictures here. There's only 13 pictures for a moment, but, don't worry, I'll try to put all of them. *13+2=15-1* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no rating between them, *okay, I lied. Heechul is always the 1st and Kyuhyun is always the 2nd*, but after that I just randomly put them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED :- Kibummie's picture is finally added to the list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, since the first day of holiday, the only person that I always chatting and messaging is my junior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's all my friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to message them first, but, well....it's not my style. *blame my ego please*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few days, I'm totally into the song, Coagulation, by Super Junior. The title might sound so weird, *when I see the title, I immediately remember coagulation of latex in Chemistry*, but the song is so nice! I recommended it to you all to hear it. Though it is a ballad song, but, seriously, it's very nice! Here I give you the translation of the song. Please hear it! It's really worth your time! *plus, it portrait exactly what I've feel for this moment right now*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coagulation - Super Junior K.R.Y&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Ryeowook] When your cold words reach my  heart&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, without me knowing, wet dewdrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yesung]  Where they’re from and how they form over and over even I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;The  only thing I know is that I just really hurt&lt;br /&gt;My formerly burning  heart is slowly becoming cold&lt;br /&gt;[Kyuhyun] I don’t know what to say, or  how to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;[Ryeowook] How can I, How can I do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kyuhyun]Nanananana  nanananana on the window and on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;dew forms, tears form, a  small stream is made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ryeowook] Where they’re from and how they  form over and over even I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is that I  just really hurt&lt;br /&gt;My formerly burning heart is slowly becoming cold&lt;br /&gt;[Kyuhyun]  It seems even I don’t know what to say, or how to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;[Yesung]  How can I, How can I do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yesung] I’m afraid that if I close  my eyes they will flow even as I look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;[Kyuhyun] Of the  tears that have ultimately become worse, one drop was finally discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kyuhyun]  How ([Yesung] How) If I can’t see you again then how can I ([Ryeowook]  How can I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow morning when I unknowingly reach for the  telephone ([Yesung] telephone)&lt;br /&gt;What will I do then ([Ryeowook] Tell  me what to do)&lt;br /&gt;[Yesung] I want to smile and leave you with a good  image but when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;[Ryeowook] The tears ultimately fall  down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbw--B8sEt8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbw--B8sEt8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-186720697519763691?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/186720697519763691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-188.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/186720697519763691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/186720697519763691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-188.html' title='Entry 188'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-7304937911082093518</id><published>2010-06-06T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:59:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 187</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;6th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is so slow. Stupid internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear my favourite song on YouTube. Stupid Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow terjumpa one blog, and it hurts me so badly. Stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried again because of that blog. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that we both had made a promise, I thought...I seriously thought, she at least will be honest to me, no matter how will I react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if she tells me earlier, maybe I would be surprised, but not this hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she want to let me knowing it myself, well, she succeed in that. YAY! *tepuk tangan kuat2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell she's thinking right now. If she want to keep it as secret, she shouldn't link it to her profile. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...wait! I am just a stupid girl, isn't it? I wouldn't find anything out. I'm too busy with my own things to find something odd has happened. Oh yeah, I am that kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to you? Isn't last time is enough for us to bear? You want me to be angry at you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me you guys had broke up. Did he lied to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even said sorry to me in your blog. Is this the true reason behind it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fine. I knew about it already. Just go on with your life and keep more secrets from me. I'm just an outsider =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I restu hubungan you guys. You both made a great couple. I'm glad, finally, I really become a matchmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-7304937911082093518?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/7304937911082093518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-187.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7304937911082093518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7304937911082093518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-187.html' title='Entry 187'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6412734165016780828</id><published>2010-06-05T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:10:03.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 186</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgot about the Friends' Themes. *sigh*. So, now, I want to continue to post about those themes. I should post something about "Lucky Star", following the sequence that I already decided, but, I think, this theme should be posted earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the theme is, "Spirited".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about this girl, I knew some of us will think this girl is "annoying", "talkative", "hot-tempered", and many more la. *laugh*. Well, this is obviously for anyone who didn't knew her from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew her since I was 14 years-old. Although we both were from different classes, but, we clicked with each other right away. In form 3, she sat beside me. We like same Japanese group, NEWS. She likes Masuda, whereas I likes Yuya. We shared so many moments together. We even duet Kiss Kaerimichi no Love Song together! *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make her likes Super Junior. *that's one of my biggest achievement of the year!*. We fights for oppas that we like. We sang their songs together. But, there's one thing that she's doing better and better than me. She dances the songs. Then, I will scream and ask, "Weh! Camna ampa boleh hafal tarian lagu tu??". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outer appearances, I will definitely say that she is very hyper-active. She talks non-stop. She sings non-stop. She dances non-stop. *laugh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you ask me about the real her, I will definitely say that she is so fragile and easy to break if we didn't handle it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew about this. I've seen this side of her, which the cause for it is me. *that's seriously my mistake to begin with*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I did realized something, she maybe appeared to be so tough and hard, but, she is still just a girl. A fact to all readers : &lt;i&gt;Girls can cry because of random things&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....*silent*......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I cry because of silly things, will you get mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what I feel right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for being my friend. You're really one of a kind. You're unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nur Fariha binti Abdul Samad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TAoFzy_4yCI/AAAAAAAAAug/CY4-hLcHyhk/s1600/DSCN0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TAoFzy_4yCI/AAAAAAAAAug/CY4-hLcHyhk/s320/DSCN0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry because it's too short. But, you knew how much I love you, right? *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- Bonamana by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6412734165016780828?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6412734165016780828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-186.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6412734165016780828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6412734165016780828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-186.html' title='Entry 186'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TAoFzy_4yCI/AAAAAAAAAug/CY4-hLcHyhk/s72-c/DSCN0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1606200105430309506</id><published>2010-06-04T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:20:23.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 185</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4th June 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 3rd June of 2010, was my last day working in school's library. Within these 6 months working there, I learnt so many things about library that I didn't knew before. I could see how hard the teacher and the librarians working together just to make the library compatible with its status as, "PSS CEMERLANG".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things that I can list down here about what I learnt from the experience :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I learnt how to use the "Sistem Automasi". I didn't go to the library quite often before, so, when I got a chance to learn it, I was like, "Wah! sekolah kita canggih jugak erk!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I learnt how to use the photocopy machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I managed to overcome my fear, *oh yeah, my fear of talking to certain people*. I'm afraid to talk to this girl, but, lately, few days before my last day there, I managed to have a normal conversation with her. Even though I may have waste 2 years before, this one conversation is enough for me to &lt;i&gt;tebus balik&lt;/i&gt; the wasted years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I learnt that maybe, I'm not the one who will be missing her so much. She hugged me tightly, even her eyes were starting to teary. I'm glad that in these 3 years knowing her, I managed to be someone quite important in her life. *but what makes me feel more sad is that I don't give her my proper goodbye ='(*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Cikgu Zuridah is one of the best teacher ever. She understands the students, she didn't even mad at us whenever we don't do out jobs, she even said that, "Kesianlah saya nanti bila kamu dah takdak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these 6 months also, I managed to be Miss Nadiah's friend again. I managed to be Miss Farah's friend, even though I never talked to her last year. I became so many people's friend. Miss Anis Umairah, Miss Fatin Farhana, Miss Lee Mei Chin, Miss Ku Noor Aimi, Miss Suba Bhalini, Miss Aza, Miss Muel'miah, Miss Qayrawani, Miss Safira, Miss Annisa, Miss Awatif, Miss Joyce, Miss Vardshaari, Miss Kirtana, and many more names to list. I never forget them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these times also, I discovered that I have to wear a spectacle. When I did my medical check-up, which later I decided to go to the optometrist, it turned out that my right eye's power is 175 while my left eye is only 75. I guess I had to do something before it gets worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Farah, Miss Ku and me celebrated our last day yesterday. Miss Ku brought a cake. Miss Farah brought a tea. I brought cups. *laugh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was my last day, I'm still hoping that I can go and visit them all again before I really go for further study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music :- Love Ya by SS501&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1606200105430309506?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1606200105430309506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-185.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1606200105430309506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1606200105430309506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/06/entry-185.html' title='Entry 185'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-161037095861788543</id><published>2010-05-29T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:13:02.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 184</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;29th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post, I guess. I just want to write something about this particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew something weird is happening now. I knew it from what I see, and read. Sometimes, it is so obvious. But, I just ignore it. Well, who am I to judge her decision? If she don't want me to know, it's okay. Promise is just a promise. But, please, don't &lt;i&gt;jaja&lt;/i&gt; the story here and there. It just make my heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music :- None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-161037095861788543?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/161037095861788543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-184.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/161037095861788543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/161037095861788543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-184.html' title='Entry 184'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8766940896276391283</id><published>2010-05-27T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:51:52.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 183</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;27th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many weird things happened in these few days. When I said weird, I mean,&lt;i&gt; really-really weird&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I cannot remember which day, *maybe two days ago? Or three days ago?*, me and Miss Farah spent almost one whole day talking about &lt;i&gt;ghost stories&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing happened when my junior, Miss Anis, came to library during her free time, and started to tell us stories about ghosts. I am &lt;i&gt;scared&lt;/i&gt;, *oh yes, I admit it*, but, I love ghost stories. Even though when listening the story, it will make me &lt;i&gt;shivering&lt;/i&gt; all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Miss Ku came to school, and we spent our afternoon together. At that time, our position were like this. Miss Farah was in front of him, she could see the Bilik Senyap. Miss Ku was beside me and Miss Farah, which means in the middle and she could see the entrance/door. And, I was in front of Miss Farah and beside Miss Ku, and I could see the &lt;i&gt;A.Samad Said&lt;/i&gt; poster and teacher's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started all good. Three of us were laughing like &lt;i&gt;maniac&lt;/i&gt; and kept on laughing like what only. *yeah, we acted like we all are insane people. Perhaps we should go to the mental hospital soon*. Then, when Miss Farah was eating her burger, suddenly she &lt;i&gt;frowned&lt;/i&gt;. I noticed that, and I asked her about her reaction. Oh well, because me and Miss Ku were laughing while she had been frowning like she saw something &lt;i&gt;unusual&lt;/i&gt;. I thought of something, but I don't want to think that it was the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, when Miss Farah told us that she was &lt;i&gt;indeed&lt;/i&gt; saw something at the Bilik Senyap. Something &lt;i&gt;white&lt;/i&gt;. Oh dear...can you imagine what happened after that? Miss Ku immediately opened Ayat Kursi from her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got a little better after that. But, suddenly I felt something &lt;i&gt;ticklish&lt;/i&gt; at my back. I was hoping it was because of my shirt. *I don't want to think the other way round*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today, because I heard so many ghost stories, I became &lt;i&gt;scared&lt;/i&gt; so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral value here :- "Never listen to ghost stories if you're scared of one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music :- It Has To Be You by Yesung of Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8766940896276391283?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8766940896276391283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-183.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8766940896276391283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8766940896276391283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-183.html' title='Entry 183'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4189687273177614462</id><published>2010-05-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:59:15.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 182</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;24th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long it had been since my last post? It's not that I forgot to write, but....let's say I'm quite lazy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I owed many posts in Friends' Themes, but, for now, I don't think I can post it any time soon. So many things happened, and I need some times to clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that happened, &lt;i&gt;aren't&lt;/i&gt; about me at all. But, I did feel the sadness from it. Only for today, I &lt;i&gt;cried&lt;/i&gt; three times already. *I am sensitive to friendship's topic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's just &lt;i&gt;one sided&lt;/i&gt;-story, but, one thing is sure, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; left without telling anyone of them, &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, he may have endured so many obstacles during&lt;i&gt; his&lt;/i&gt; living with the others, but, at least, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; should tell them, or maybe discuss with them before filed the lawsuit. Or maybe, just...at least, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; should tell &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;best friend&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of the &lt;i&gt;audiences&lt;/i&gt;, I have not right to say anything about this, because I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the one who went through their life. But, as a person, I knew that I &lt;i&gt;basically&lt;/i&gt; can link it to my life. I had been in the same situation, one difference though, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; is still in contact with me, &lt;i&gt;unlike him, as what they said&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week only, two of my friends, Miss Nadiah and Miss Aainaa, went to their respective universities. It's hard to let them go. *sighed*. Maybe &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was right, I &lt;i&gt;shouldn't&lt;/i&gt; have a best friend at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until to this moment, I still couldn't forget it. *smiled sadly*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; told me about the small little secret, until I&lt;i&gt; heard&lt;/i&gt; it from someone else. She &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; told me about her one week holiday, but I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; it from someone else. She &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; tell me about her arrival, but one of my friends &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; me about it. She &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; even invited me to join her in our supposed to-be-a-small-gathering, but one friend&lt;i&gt; told&lt;/i&gt; me that she was even declined the invitation. She &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; knew about what's my next step in life while the others knew, however, I'm &lt;i&gt;glad&lt;/i&gt; that she asked me, even though it's &lt;i&gt;a little too late&lt;/i&gt; than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to her? Just a friend? &lt;i&gt;Just&lt;/i&gt; a friend who spent almost a year sitting next to her? &lt;i&gt;Maybe&lt;/i&gt; I'm not her best friend, but, at least, just &lt;i&gt;consider&lt;/i&gt; my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music : Marry You by Super Junior from ELF 2nd fanmeeting 230510&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4189687273177614462?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4189687273177614462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-182.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4189687273177614462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4189687273177614462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-182.html' title='Entry 182'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-990245459468810451</id><published>2010-05-19T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:47:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 181</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;19th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I came here without knowing anyone...But, you, a stranger, had given me smiles and laughs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I grew on liking you. You're one of a kind. I like the way you talked, it showed how much passion you have. I like the way you hugged me, it showed how much you care for me. I like the way you walked, it showed how much confident you have. But, what I like the most about you, is the way you smiled and laughed at my jokes. Because I knew, that you didn't laugh at me, but, because of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time passed away, and, I think, I really-really think, that I have fallen in love with you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm afraid. This shouldn't be happened. Not between us. You are my friend. I'm your friend. This is against the law of nature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before things get more worst, before things get more complicated, I decided, and I chose, to leave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;***** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke with a great sadness overwhelming me. I never feel something like this before. Not even once a dream could made me felt so alone for the whole day. My mom said, "Mimpi adalah mainan minda". So, maybe, there's no meaning of it at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Sorry Sorry Answer by Super Junior (thanks to Dongha Koko via voice call)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-990245459468810451?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/990245459468810451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-181.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/990245459468810451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/990245459468810451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-181.html' title='Entry 181'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3033327542264705020</id><published>2010-05-12T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:10:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 180</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;12th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the MV is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanted to see it on the spot when SM Ent uploaded it on their YT channel, but, I still realized that I'm still working and having something to &lt;i&gt;distract&lt;/i&gt; me from working isn't a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; thing at all. So, I put aside my feeling to ask Miss Farah to bring her broadband to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, to summarize it, for as long as I am in school, working in the library, I cannot stop myself from keep on watching the clock, &lt;i&gt;countdown-ing&lt;/i&gt; the time when will I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I managed to get Miss Farah into &lt;i&gt;liking&lt;/i&gt; Bonamana song. *laughed*. I never thought that she would like it. I just borrowed her broadband last Monday, and, that day, because she saw me danced to the beats, she wanted to hear the song also. She said that the song was nice and it sounds more like&lt;i&gt; Bollywood&lt;/i&gt; music. *LOL! I agree with you xD*. And, today, she said she grew on liking the song. She even asked me to &lt;i&gt;bluetooth&lt;/i&gt; the song plus with Sorry Sorry too. *grinned*. I managed to get another one into loving Korean Boyband, Super Junior! *wailed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after I went home, I put my &lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt; to the &lt;i&gt;maximum&lt;/i&gt;. I &lt;i&gt;slowly&lt;/i&gt; ate the lunch, and done my housework before I finally on my laptop and searched for the video. Well, actually I don't need to search for it because I already subscribed SMEnt channel on YT. *grinned evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt; I watched it, wait, scratch that, &lt;i&gt;while&lt;/i&gt; I was watching it, from the first step they made until to the last, I held my breath and kept on quiet. Only after my mom came to the room and asked me how was the MV, I &lt;i&gt;squealed&lt;/i&gt; loudly that my mom had to cover her ears. *sorry, Ma*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="160" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSOSxwEWFA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSOSxwEWFA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;cr :- SMEnt @ YT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe at all. Oh yes, my fan-girl-ing habit is taking all over my body. *took a deep breath*. Okay, now, after watching this, I seriously can't wait for this Friday. I want to see the whole choreograph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heechul-oppa is dancing the whole song! From the start until the end! I can't believe it! In Sorry Sorry album, he just appeared from nowhere in the middle of the songs and dancing only a bit of it. But, now, he is dancing the whole song! *literally dies from heart attack*. He is just so perfect in those shots where he is leaning against the wall! He even lead the dances in between the 2:46 until 2:52. I'm lovin' it! I love the moment that he didn't dance, *yes, I managed to capture a moment where everyone else dances like maniac and he's just standing like what only xD*, but still managed to be covered by Kyu-oppa who is standing in front of him. OMG~ He is also got many lines than before! More screentimes it means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyu-oppa is definitely a breath-taking here. Like what I said to my friend, "Weh, Kyu-oppa dah dinaikkan taraf as 1 of the lead dancers of SuJu". With his hairstyle, the way he dances, OMG~ I cannot say anything. He's the next my bias after Heechul-oppa. I totally in love with him between 0:55 until 1:02! And, the dance part, oh my...even until now I cannot absord the fact that he, the baby of SuJu, the magnae, already grown up and he is in the front line with the best dancers, Hyukkie-oppa, Fishy-oppa, Shindongie-oppa, Minnie-oppa and Teukie-oppa. I need to get more tissues because right now I am teary. *just lying, okay?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teukie-oppa is showing us all his abs. LOL. I didn't expect that he got those abs especially when he is just so skinny. Sometimes in the MV, he reminds me to Key of SHINee. Perhaps the way his hair styled made him looked like Key. What make it more funny, Wonnie-oppa who's got a better abs, *hello, you guys knew about it*, didn't even show off his assets this time, which to me is a bit weird. *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I somehow managed to grab some steps which so familiar to Bangra steps. *laughed hysterically*. I guess the choreographer does knew that this song is sooooooo Bollywood style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write more but I don't think anyone want to read it. *smiled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Bonamana by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3033327542264705020?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3033327542264705020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-180.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3033327542264705020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3033327542264705020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-180.html' title='Entry 180'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-7965578223786394336</id><published>2010-05-11T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:29:03.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 179</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;11th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I will stop awhile from doing the "Friends' Themes" because this week is definitely Bonamana's Week! *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, many of the readers may not know what is Bonamana, or, who is Bonamana. And, no, it's not, "Bona mana?", which translated as, "Where's Bona?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's BO-NA-MA-NA, Bonamana. Not banana, bonana, or even, bonanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually a title of a song. Whose song? Well, you knew well la. *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't know, just search it on Youtube. Then, you will know. *laughed hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, tomorrow is the day for MV! I thought it was supposed to be out this Thursday. I guess this is because the promotion is soooooo great and SME might have thought to quicken the date! *grinned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bonamana MV! Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Goodbye Bridge by Super Junior T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-7965578223786394336?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/7965578223786394336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/11th-may-2010-oh-yeah-i-will-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7965578223786394336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/7965578223786394336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/11th-may-2010-oh-yeah-i-will-stop.html' title='Entry 179'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5335266808774688802</id><published>2010-05-09T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:27:38.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 178</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;9th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, before I really forget about it, I want to wish something to my friend who owned "Unexpected" theme, Miss Sarah Najwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY SWEET 18th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you since in primary school and it continued to high school times. I hope that it will not stop there and we will always be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The memories are beautiful, I don’t wanna ever say good bye" - One Love by Super Junior (yes, you see it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing is about something that happened last 7th May, and it will happened again on 10th May, which is tomorrow, and later, on 13th and 14th May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something big is going to happen. And, what is it? Naa~ I don't want to tell. *laughed* Just wait for it to appear on my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : One Love by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5335266808774688802?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5335266808774688802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-178.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5335266808774688802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5335266808774688802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-178.html' title='Entry 178'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3868810054862185271</id><published>2010-05-06T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:08:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 177</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;6th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone feel the emotion inside of me right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can express it. (beside OMG and YAHHHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! It's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! Lets 7th May come faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see it so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calm down, Adila, calm down...fuhhhhhh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music : Nu ABO by f(x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3868810054862185271?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3868810054862185271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-177.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3868810054862185271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3868810054862185271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-177.html' title='Entry 177'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-38714418480096760</id><published>2010-05-05T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:02:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 176</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5th May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Third tribute to my friend! There are few themes left! Let we see what's left to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reflection - Miss Aainaa&lt;br /&gt;2) Reminder - Miss Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;3) Unexpected - ?&lt;br /&gt;4) Lucky Star - ?&lt;br /&gt;5) Spirited - ?&lt;br /&gt;6) Understanding - ?&lt;br /&gt;7) Split Personalities - ?&lt;br /&gt;8) Loveliness - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The themes will be added according to my mood. As for now, there is only 8 of them. One more thing, there's no rating between these girls. Each of them hold their own positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this time, the theme is, "Unexpected".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both got a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; history together. We knew each other &lt;i&gt;since&lt;/i&gt; in primary school. Even though we were not in the same class, but, we still knew each other. Only when in Standard 4, we finally managed to be in the same class and be a &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so&lt;i&gt; closed&lt;/i&gt; for a year, then, we &lt;i&gt;fell&lt;/i&gt; apart. I could barely remember what had happened, but, we just drifted apart. Then, in standard 6, we tried to be closed again. But, somehow, we &lt;i&gt;failed&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, there was a time when I gave her a &lt;i&gt;letter&lt;/i&gt;. Yes. A LETTER. But&lt;i&gt; not&lt;/i&gt; a love letter. In there, I wrote all my feelings about things that happened between us. And, lastly, I asked her, "Boleh tak satgi kita rehat sekali?". *laughed*. Why did I remember it? Because that was the only letter that I ever gave to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we both went to Form 1. We were still in the same class, even for the next five years. My place was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be next to her, but, you know la, I was &lt;i&gt;too kind-hearted&lt;/i&gt; girl, so, I gave my seat to one of my friend, Hafeza, and, I took her sit. So, that's how I grew &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; apart from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like that, until we reached 16 years-old, Form 4. After we all had a hard time with friends gone out from Convent, she and me finally back together. We both &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; back to be in one group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became a prefect later. And, as &lt;i&gt;Asst. Head Prefect&lt;/i&gt;, I had duties to go around the school and checked on prefects' attendances at their duty places. As I always walked by, I normally would stop at her&lt;i&gt; place&lt;/i&gt; and had a chat. That went on and on, and Tarani don't even knew about that. *sorry!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 started, and we both sat &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; to each other. Because she&lt;i&gt; closed&lt;/i&gt; to me (she sat beside me what?), so I trust her. I put my trust on her. I would tell &lt;i&gt;most &lt;/i&gt;of my secret to her. And, I even called her "&lt;i&gt;my personal counselor&lt;/i&gt;". *laughed*. Every time I had problems, I would tell her and ask for her opinions. She always give me her best advices. She and Aainaa are &lt;i&gt;not so different&lt;/i&gt; at all. *grinned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; in most subjects, but, she was &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; in Additional Mathematics. You can ask her anything about it, and she would gladly answer the question for you with a &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many sweet memories with her. I couldn't list it down here. But, I just want to let all the readers know. She's one of a kind. Even though she did hide few secrets from me, from us (yes, you knew who you are), well, we are humans, and we are allowed to keep secrets, and even it did hurt a bit when I found out about it, but, who cares? She's my friend, and forever will be. *giggled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sarah Najwa Binti Zamalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S-FrlcKRLRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jg10_ue8gp4/s1600/DSCN1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S-FrlcKRLRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jg10_ue8gp4/s320/DSCN1392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Miss Sarah who is now in UM, studying for her study in Japan soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's next ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-38714418480096760?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/38714418480096760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-176.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/38714418480096760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/38714418480096760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-176.html' title='Entry 176'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S-FrlcKRLRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jg10_ue8gp4/s72-c/DSCN1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4529937859582652085</id><published>2010-04-29T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:07:56.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 175</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;29th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;i&gt;tribute&lt;/i&gt; to one of my friends! Well, I promised to write a post for each of my friends who have given their great impacts, right? Each posts will have their &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; themes, and, I won't mention her name until the end of the post. It's nice to see people guessing who own these themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, the theme is, "Reminder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no reason why did I chose that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this little girl &lt;i&gt;since&lt;/i&gt; I was in Form 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we got few students who were not from Convent Primary School, so, I cannot recognize them yet. Early of that year, I was chosen as a class monitor for 1 Amal. I was supposedly to remember them all, but, if I'm not mistaken, until June, I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; cannot remember them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I was &lt;i&gt;mistaken&lt;/i&gt; this little girl with another one who is just around her size. I mean, "cutie pie", okay? *laughed*. I always called her by that other girl's name. Soon, because we both were in the same uniform units, and, we went to the same competition, I managed to learn her name eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not &lt;i&gt;as close as a best friend&lt;/i&gt; at first, but, we &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; share many things in common. I think that's why people always say, "Kat mana ampa ada, kat situ la jugak kami ada". From favourite songs, to favourite artist, and that "person" also. *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how about you, but, remember it back sure make me &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt;. Before this thing happened, no one ever thought that we both could be in fight until almost a year and half &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; talk to each other. Even me myself never imagined it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit my mistake. And, I tried to get your forgiveness. After waiting and waiting, at last I got it. Thanks lah my bro! *giggled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write it longer, because we both knew what had happened. So, lets just forget that thing and move to the other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, year 2010, I worked at the library with you. Though we did have certain days that we're &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; so working together (you know what I mean), but, I still tried to catch up with you. After all, you knew most thing about our library, right? *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without our realization, 4 months had passed, and, you chose to retire from your work. It's quite hard to accept your decision, but, I knew that I had to, because who am I to stop you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what will happen in the future and in the past, I knew that I am &lt;b&gt;glad&lt;/b&gt; to know you. You are such a wonderful friend. You &lt;i&gt;teached&lt;/i&gt; me so many things that I couldn't even list it down. Even though we both are two very &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; person, we might not have a very good relationship, and, we might not be the  best friend that people always thought we could be, but, deep inside, I knew that whenever I'm with you, that was the best time ever. And I hope that you feel the same too! *grinned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wasted one whole year (wow! that's a record!), and, luckily, we managed to cover it back. I'm happy that we managed to get together back again once more before we both really had to separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and you know, that you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God and hope the best for everything that we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Noor Nadiah Binti Zainol Abidin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9mRP09MgkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fhHeuAcDZ-8/s1600/DSCN3367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9mRP09MgkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fhHeuAcDZ-8/s320/DSCN3367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me : Oh no! Where's my food?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadiah : Burp~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me : Nad?? You?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadiah : (smiled like evil child in scary movies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : If We Ever Meet Again by Timbaland feat Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4529937859582652085?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4529937859582652085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-175.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4529937859582652085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4529937859582652085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-175.html' title='Entry 175'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9mRP09MgkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fhHeuAcDZ-8/s72-c/DSCN3367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8795237641392736178</id><published>2010-04-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:58:11.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 174</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;28th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was boring, I edited this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9f4bzHs3nI/AAAAAAAAAt0/mMleoOJbETk/s1600/edited4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9f4bzHs3nI/AAAAAAAAAt0/mMleoOJbETk/s320/edited4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Old pictures. But I love to see the randomness of these 3 girls. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8795237641392736178?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8795237641392736178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-174.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8795237641392736178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8795237641392736178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-174.html' title='Entry 174'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9f4bzHs3nI/AAAAAAAAAt0/mMleoOJbETk/s72-c/edited4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6850056092876105971</id><published>2010-04-27T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:56:53.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 173</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;27th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. I promise myself. I won't touch that subject again. No matter what happened. Let facts be just facts. Let reality just be reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now, I will write few posts about my friends who has given a great impact in my life. There will be several themes for each post. Let we guess which themes belong to whom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, I want to write something about someone that I really care. I'm sorry to all my other friends, but, she's the only one who really understand me, accept me for what I am, and willing enough to hear my thoughts about how the world is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, let the theme be, "Reflection".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about writing this before. Usually, I wrote about how &lt;i&gt;cruel&lt;/i&gt; the world is to me, how people &lt;i&gt;treated&lt;/i&gt; me in their own &lt;i&gt;disgusting&lt;/i&gt; ways (it's an idioms, okay), how &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt; a single flower could be, how a &lt;i&gt;jokes&lt;/i&gt; could made the entire world laughs, and, how could something called "BLOG" change the way I &lt;i&gt;looked&lt;/i&gt; the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday, 27th April, nothing special on this day as far as I could remember. So, let me make it &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;. For me, and for one person who I will mention later in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I love blog, because it made people knew about my feeling. After I wrote about my feeling, it felt like a burden had been moved from my shoulder. Same with if I talked to someone about it. Yes, some posts might hurt someone's feeling, but, I don't want to keep it anymore. If I didn't write it here, I will tell someone about it, so, either ways is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single word represent how much similar I am to this particular person. No, I didn't mean that we're physically look alike, or, the way we're thinking is the same. Reflection here means, the presence that she brought to my scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that everyone else didn't bring any impact to my life, in fact, they&lt;i&gt; DID&lt;/i&gt;. I very much &lt;i&gt;appreciate&lt;/i&gt; them, as much as I could. If I was given a &lt;i&gt;chance&lt;/i&gt; to say it, I will say it until no one wants to hear it anymore. But, as I wrote before, this girl is &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;. She understands me. Not like &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; other people understands me, but, &lt;i&gt;really-really&lt;/i&gt; understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew her since her first day Convent High School. She's a newcomer. I guess whose reading this has already knew who is it, right? *laughed* Yeah. She's the same person as you thought. We&lt;i&gt; aren't&lt;/i&gt; clicked right away, because I barely knew her. But, when we started life as Form 3's students, we &lt;i&gt;took&lt;/i&gt; that chance to be close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is not only a pain, but also a&lt;i&gt; joy&lt;/i&gt;. We both&lt;i&gt; survived&lt;/i&gt; the life of 2007, and, when 2008 started, we claimed seats next to each other. We shared &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; much time together, isn't it? *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, when I think about what should I write in my next post, I was &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; about you. Because you always giving me themes for it. And, in many themes that you already provided to me, I managed to write a long story about it. It showed how much we're &lt;i&gt;alike&lt;/i&gt;. Like I said, "kita kan sejiwa". *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that I want to write, is about how well you &lt;i&gt;listened&lt;/i&gt; to me when I told you my problems. You're willing to hear me mumbling about how's that, how's this, and, still, you're &lt;i&gt;smiling&lt;/i&gt; at me after that. You would say, "Lepas nie mesti okay punya. Don't worry la Adila. Kami still ada", which brought more tears to me. Because no matter how bad I am, how cruel I am, you're still saying that to me. How could I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People says, we shouldn't have a &lt;i&gt;best friend&lt;/i&gt;, because of one easy reason. Today, we called someone, "Hey, she's my best friend!", tomorrow, she stabbed behind our backs. Some people are afraid to have a best friend because of that. But, as long as I knew you, I know, from deep inside my heart, you &lt;i&gt;deserves&lt;/i&gt; that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may only knew each other for only 3 years and half, but, I sincerely thinks that it's enough for me to declare you as my &lt;i&gt;best friend&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know what were you thinking of me. What I know is, I really glad that I knew you. I'm glad that in my life as a high school student, I managed to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too went &lt;i&gt;overboard&lt;/i&gt; about this topic? No, I don't think so. I just want to show my &lt;i&gt;gratitude&lt;/i&gt; over her helps throughout these years. We&lt;i&gt; shared&lt;/i&gt; too many similar things together, so am I not allowed to say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me &lt;b&gt;laughs&lt;/b&gt;. You gave me &lt;b&gt;strength&lt;/b&gt;. You gave me &lt;b&gt;friendship&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our bond won't be gone as we're going to study at separate places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I almost forget one thing, never throw that piece of &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; that we brought together, okay? Because I won't throw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aainaa Azimah binti Yaacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9bGTJ9XbaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/PZHTU24ZHGk/s1600/DSCN0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9bGTJ9XbaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/PZHTU24ZHGk/s320/DSCN0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Bo Beep Bo Beep by T-ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6850056092876105971?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9bGTJ9XbaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/PZHTU24ZHGk/s72-c/DSCN0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2605347256043361528</id><published>2010-04-27T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:26:00.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 172</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;27th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short notice before I go for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you forgive me for every words that I said and wrote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2605347256043361528?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2605347256043361528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-172.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2605347256043361528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2605347256043361528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-172.html' title='Entry 172'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5898893488289439724</id><published>2010-04-26T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:28:43.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 171</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;26th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's theme is, "Deja Vu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason for choosing that word as a theme, but, don't you think it sounded right at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please read "A Glimpse of Myself" again before you read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aainaa came to school today. I felt happy because there's someone for me to talk to. Not that I cannot talk to Miss Nadiah or Miss Farah or Miss Tarani, but, I think, I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; think, that only Miss Aainaa could understand me, because she knew almost everything that happened to me. She is the one who I turned to whenever I feel like want to cry or feel like want to tell someone about my problems. She is there, &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be there, and I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One conflict had occurred, and I don't know if anybody else realized this. But for those who came to that small reunion on Saturday 24th April, you&lt;i&gt; knew&lt;/i&gt; what I &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me come clean about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What had happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; angry, and now &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; angry. One of my friends said to me, "Ni first time kami tengok ampa mengamuk macam tu. Selalunya ampa ni jenis yang simpan dalam hati. Nampak sangat ampa betol2 marah kat dia". Yes, I'm angry, but not at them. Only &lt;i&gt;one person&lt;/i&gt; responsible for it. And, that's &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why did I'm angry at her? What had she done to me?&lt;br /&gt;- Many things! I'm so angry about many things&lt;i&gt; involving&lt;/i&gt; her! She said she &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; want people to know, but she herself was &lt;i&gt;giving herself away&lt;/i&gt; to people. Let me tell you what had she done that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, they both and me was &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt;, but, as soon as Miss Shehnaz came, they started to &lt;i&gt;glare&lt;/i&gt; at me. She even sent me messages &lt;i&gt;to warn&lt;/i&gt; me not to tell Miss Shehnaz. Not just her, even that &lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt; also sent me warning messages. Then, whenever I said some words that might be could give their secret away, they &lt;i&gt;hit&lt;/i&gt; my foot. It was just a matter of time before I finally exploded. Why? &lt;b&gt;Because it's so annoying and irritating&lt;/b&gt;. But, I managed to control my anger. That was public place. I don't want to embarrass my friends. So, I just kept it &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt;. I just kept on smiling like there was nothing hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote, &lt;b&gt;it was just a matter of time&lt;/b&gt; before I exploded. Want to know when I exploded? When Miss Shehnaz gone to join other friends, that particular girl said to me, "Adila, jom teman kami pi toilet", with her &lt;i&gt;Hey-listen-here-I-wanna-give-you-a-warning&lt;/i&gt; face. I told people so many times, don't ever make me angry. You don't want to see me angry. But, she &lt;i&gt;asked&lt;/i&gt; for it. Then, can you guess what happened? I said to her, "Tak nak". Calm and firm. She then grabbed my hand and said again, "Jomlah". I &lt;i&gt;shoved&lt;/i&gt; her hand. She continue to grab my hand and I kept on shoving her hand off until I accidentally hit the behind table. And, that's when I realized that people were watching. When I said "people", I mean, my friends and other people in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that guy sent me his &lt;i&gt;so-good-and-kind-hearted&lt;/i&gt; message, "Sorry.. Jgn ar camni.. U girls sort this out. K. I'll take ur bro 4 a walk. Boleh?". Yes, I still keep this message. Why? So, I can use it for this post. He was &lt;i&gt;so kind&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;understanding&lt;/i&gt;, don't you think so? He wrote this and brought my brother away. So shweeettttt~ (please la, I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; this kind of guy who &lt;i&gt;ran&lt;/i&gt; away when his &lt;i&gt;so-called girlfriend&lt;/i&gt; was in fight with her &lt;i&gt;so-called best friend&lt;/i&gt;). I knew that he just wanted to give us &lt;i&gt;space&lt;/i&gt; so we could talk, but, hey, don't he saw my face that time? I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;i&gt;so-called&lt;/i&gt; my best friend. She kept on trying to talk to me, with her pleaded voice words. But, I just &lt;i&gt;ignored&lt;/i&gt; her. That's me. When I ignored someone, that means I was angry at that person. Maybe she finally realized that I was indeed very angry. Not just pretending to be angry like I always do, but, &lt;i&gt;really-really&lt;/i&gt; angry. I ignored her again and again. But, I made a wrong move. I stood up and followed my friends into the MCD. That's when she grabbed my arms and tighten her grip. You know how strong she is, right? When she did that, I knew, I couldn't let her go. But, I still tried to shove her off. I don't want to see her. I don't want to hear her voice. In fact, at that time, there was only one thing inside my mind, "I want to go home". I was &lt;i&gt;fed-up&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her, "Ampa nak kami senyap. Fine! Kami senyap! Apa lagi yang ampa nak?!". She continue to pull me away from my group. I pushed her away, "Ampa nak kami senyap, tapi ampa sendiri yang tunjuk kat semua yang ampa dua orang couple!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged me (gila!), and that was when we were in front of Speedy. People were watching us. And, I was almost screamed at her, "Weh! Ampa gila ke apa! Ni semua tengok la! Tak malu ka?!". She was &lt;i&gt;teary&lt;/i&gt;, I was &lt;i&gt;teary&lt;/i&gt;. She said to me, "Weh, aku sorry. Hang janganlah ignore aku" and blah blah blah. She even mentioned that I was her &lt;i&gt;best-friend&lt;/i&gt;. When I heard that, I was like, "Oh, best friend. Baru sekarang hang kata aku ni best friend hang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I wrote in "A Glimpse Of Myself", I still had my patience, so, I just &lt;i&gt;agree&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;forgive&lt;/i&gt; her, for a moment ONLY. After that, she was like had been &lt;i&gt;glued&lt;/i&gt; to me. She &lt;i&gt;followed&lt;/i&gt; me whenever I went. When I turned to my sides, I would see her. And, I &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; like that. I thought when I said, "Bagi kami time untuk betul-betul okay", she would understand the meaning of it. But, I guess she don't even understand it. I was hoping that she would kept &lt;i&gt;the distance&lt;/i&gt; between me and her but she didn't. I guess when she saw I was smiling and laughing with her, she thought I was&lt;i&gt; already&lt;/i&gt; forgive her, which is a big, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on giving her &lt;i&gt;a hint&lt;/i&gt; that I was still angry, but she didn't realized it. When my father messaged me and said he was already at MCD, I took that chance and off for awhile. I finally got to &lt;i&gt;breathe&lt;/i&gt;. It's hard to breathe when someone was struggling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end, I wasn't&lt;i&gt; fully&lt;/i&gt; forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Am I jealous at her? So, that's the true reason why did I was angry at her? Because I like that guy too?&lt;br /&gt;- This one is &lt;b&gt;100% false&lt;/b&gt;. Why should I be&lt;i&gt; jealous&lt;/i&gt;? Because she has a boyfriend, wrong,&lt;i&gt; had&lt;/i&gt; a boyfriend. Do I like that guy? This one is &lt;b&gt;definitely untrue at all&lt;/b&gt;. I hate him. Satisfied? I was angry &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; at her, and that's because of her attitude. I was keeping it all the time, because &lt;i&gt;she is my friend&lt;/i&gt;. But, that day, seriously, she went TOO overboard. Before this, whenever I was angry because of her acts, she will say, "Tau lah aku ni sapa. Duk kat kelas.....blah blah blah". Even if I don't want to ignore her, even if I don't want to forgive, ultimately I will, because of what she said. Most people will agree to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What are my feeling right now after that day?&lt;br /&gt;- Still angry, irritating, and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What make me feel like this even after that day?&lt;br /&gt;- Blame her and her facebook. Her status, even though she didn't mention it, I secretly feel like it were &lt;i&gt;dedicated&lt;/i&gt; to me. Again, history are &lt;i&gt;repeated&lt;/i&gt;. That's why I chose "Deja Vu" as a theme for this post. When I'm in fight with someone, I didn't actually showed my true emotions, just only in front of certain people whom I trusted well. But, that made people think that I'm the one who's at &lt;i&gt;guilty&lt;/i&gt;. Before this, I was accused for the same reason. Now, things are repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Am I more angry than that day?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes! I'm more angry than that day! Look, I posted a comment at her wall, said, "Hey, lets just forget this thing, okay?", and&amp;nbsp; she replied, "Oh...what happened?". That's so&lt;i&gt; right&lt;/i&gt;. I thought she would do IM and say sorry or what, but, instead, the thing she wrote in IM, "Weh, jom main bowling". So....&lt;i&gt;insensitive&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is when today that guy suddenly messaged me to tell that they both already broke-up. What do you want me to react? You want me to say, "YAY!!"? I'm not that evil. &lt;i&gt;Not yet&lt;/i&gt;. According to his message, they broke-up on Saturday night. And, I was informed today. Where did my &lt;i&gt;best-friend&lt;/i&gt; gone during that Sunday? And, why did&lt;i&gt; he&lt;/i&gt; was&lt;i&gt; the one&lt;/i&gt; who told me? and, I never ask for you guys to break up or whatever. Never blame me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Am I regret on my decision to stay angry at her?&lt;br /&gt;- What? Regret? No! I'm tired of being the one who always saying sorry. I'm tired of being the one who gave up. This time, let me be myself, who is big-headed and stick to her decision until the end. I'm not that strong, but, I'm not that weak &lt;i&gt;either&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What else do I want to say?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry la my dear &lt;i&gt;best friend&lt;/i&gt;, but, this time, just wait until the temperature goes down. But, it sure will take a LOT of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Loner by Outsider, Magic by Secret, Let's Not and Dead at Heart by Super Junior, No One by F.Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5898893488289439724?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5898893488289439724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-171.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5898893488289439724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5898893488289439724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-171.html' title='Entry 171'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-4487208352799114366</id><published>2010-04-25T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:48:22.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 170 (again, only pictures, without a story, help me please?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a record here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDpUtfa9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/r8v6DANst18/s1600/edited2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDpUtfa9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/r8v6DANst18/s320/edited2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDsah178I/AAAAAAAAAsY/vuZis51XBY4/s1600/edited3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDsah178I/AAAAAAAAAsY/vuZis51XBY4/s320/edited3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDvcoBteI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7WxDLuQyuSs/s1600/edited4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDvcoBteI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7WxDLuQyuSs/s320/edited4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDny_XYrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hdp6MwMmm6U/s1600/edited1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDny_XYrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hdp6MwMmm6U/s320/edited1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd picture I specially dedicated it to Miss Aainaa. Thanks for the lovely lunch! And, I'm gonna &lt;i&gt;miss &lt;/i&gt;Miss Sarah a lot after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-4487208352799114366?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/4487208352799114366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-170-again-only-pictures-without.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4487208352799114366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/4487208352799114366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-170-again-only-pictures-without.html' title='Entry 170 (again, only pictures, without a story, help me please?)'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9RDpUtfa9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/r8v6DANst18/s72-c/edited2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6363239646742266580</id><published>2010-04-25T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:26:30.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 169</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while reading one LiveJournal. So, I tried it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 k-pop groups/artists you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;2. SNSD&lt;br /&gt;3. SHINee&lt;br /&gt;4. FT Island&lt;br /&gt;5. CN Blue&lt;br /&gt;6. Epik High&lt;br /&gt;7. Kara&lt;br /&gt;8. TVXQ&lt;br /&gt;9. Outsider&lt;br /&gt;10. Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What was the first song you ever heard by 6?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song titled, One. Oh God..I really love that song, plus with its MV. They were like Angel Of Deaths, with all black clothes. But my mom didn't like it. Every time she hear this song, "Adila, tukar ar lagu len. Lagu ni tak best. pasang la lagu Fan ka...".*laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song of 8?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many songs la. You can say that almost every song of theirs is my favourites! But, if I really have to choose, maybe I prefer Jung Ban Hap. Eh, wait. I think Rising Sun is better. Eh, no no no...maybe One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea. I really meant it. Come here, and live my life. *laughed* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your favorite lyric of 5?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only love, "I'm a Loner", by them. So maybe I will choose this line, "Check it one two three, you only keep looking at the clock". Because I used it to countdown the SPM Result day. Hehe. *apa kaitan??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you seen 4 live?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. Never. But I would love too~ Hongki!! *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song by 7?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm..let me think. I've heard Honey, Wanna, Lupin, Pretty Girl, Umbrella. But I think I prefer Honey. *I love Nicole. She's so cute~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is there any song by 3 that makes you sad?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Let me refresh back my mind. Most of their songs are fast and pop. Wait. I remember now. JOJO! *even though my name is not Jojo, can I pretend that the song is for me??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song by 9?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two of them. Loner and Acquaintance. Can be accepted or not? *I love the instrumental versions!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When did you first get into 2?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee! I love that song! Me and my friends always dance the song! *Thanks to Heesica for making me love this song!! -watch Intimate Note for more information*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did you get into 3?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, it happened around 2008, when I watched Channel V. There was a segment for Asian Musics and their music videos were playing back-to-back, Love Like Oxygen and A.Mi.Go. I started to like Taemin (considered him as the magnae), and that's how I drowned to love them. *And now I love all of them! Especially Key!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song by 4?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! A hard question! Hurm..I love many of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;Love Sick - their 1st song. I love everything about this song. I'm addicted to it xD&lt;br /&gt;After Love - sounds similar to Love Sick. But, I love the MV and the violin part.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Woman - blame the band for being so hot!&lt;br /&gt;I Hope - different kind of song compared to what they had done. Love the chorus and rapping part.&lt;br /&gt;Lie - I really-really love this song! Cannot say anything anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Raining - can I just copy and paste what I wrote for Lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you seen 9 live?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is a good memory concerning 10?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Good memory? hurm..I never seen them in other shows except for Music Bank and Star Golden Bell Challenge. So, maybe no good memory at all....? *seeing Hyunseng in BEAST make me missed his days as YG Trainee who failed to be one of Big Bang members*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is there a song by 8 that makes you sad?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I list it down?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be There.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Years Love Song.&lt;br /&gt;Love In the Ice.&lt;br /&gt;Why Did I Fall In Love With You?&lt;br /&gt;Timeless.&lt;br /&gt;Loving You.&lt;br /&gt;My Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;*I was their fan-girl before Super Junior came into my life. Now, the feeling has already quarter gone* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did you become a fan of 10?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Music Bank few months ago when they first debut. I recognized AJ, as he was first debuted as solo artists before turned into grouping. They didn't get my attention yet at the moment, but, there was one performance where I saw Yoseob played around when it's time for his part, and that's what get me into liking them.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song of 1?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh* Shoudn't  ask this question. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins (Knockout).&lt;br /&gt;Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Believe.&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;Endless Moment.&lt;br /&gt;U - SuJu ver.&lt;br /&gt;U - SuJu M ver.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Don't Don.&lt;br /&gt;Marry You.&lt;br /&gt;Disco Drive Rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;Mirror.&lt;br /&gt;A Man In Love - Original and Remix ver.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Remix.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Answer.&lt;br /&gt;It's You.&lt;br /&gt;Love Disease.&lt;br /&gt;Why I Like You?&lt;br /&gt;What If?&lt;br /&gt;Shining Star.&lt;br /&gt;Heartquake.&lt;br /&gt;Let's Not...&lt;br /&gt;Angela.&lt;br /&gt;Reset.&lt;br /&gt;Monster.&lt;br /&gt;Dead At Heart.&lt;br /&gt;Puff The Magic Dragon - Kyuhyun's Solo.&lt;br /&gt;Chobyeol - Heechul's solo.&lt;br /&gt;7 Years of Love - Kyuhyun's solo.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking? Cooking! - SuJu H&lt;br /&gt;Me - SuJu M&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl (both ver) - SuJu M&lt;br /&gt;Blue Tomorrow (both ver) - SuJu M&lt;br /&gt;At Least I Still Have You - SuJu M&lt;br /&gt;S.E.O.U.L - together with SNSD a.k.a Girls' Generation&lt;br /&gt;Rokkugo - SuJu T&lt;br /&gt;Don't Go Away/No One Like Me - SuJu T&lt;br /&gt;First Express - SuJu T&lt;br /&gt;*any songs that I missed??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : One by Epik High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6363239646742266580?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6363239646742266580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-169.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6363239646742266580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6363239646742266580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-169.html' title='Entry 169'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-257668832675117490</id><published>2010-04-25T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:08:50.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 168</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Miss Aainaa about what should I write in my next post, and she suggested me to write something about movies and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walk To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this story to death. From the first time I read the novel, until I watched the movie, I seriously in love with the story. Some people gave their negative comments about it (Miss Nadiah, don't ever say that again~ Hahaha), but, for me, it is one of the best stories ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to paste its plot but when I read it at wiki, the plot itself is the story. So, I think I shouldn't paste it here. But, here are the pictures I found while googled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9Pwmw6Z0kI/AAAAAAAAArY/Tm7FGt_RoPw/s1600/a_walk_to_remember_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9Pwmw6Z0kI/AAAAAAAAArY/Tm7FGt_RoPw/s320/a_walk_to_remember_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poster for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PvuMNVVQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Y2jNes1erSY/s1600/315bd7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PvuMNVVQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Y2jNes1erSY/s320/315bd7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They made a good couple-on-screen. Plus, I love this picture~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PwyNOXK7I/AAAAAAAAArw/An-ulxkEonw/s1600/A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615168_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PwyNOXK7I/AAAAAAAAArw/An-ulxkEonw/s320/A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615168_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9Pwq9yCOMI/AAAAAAAAAro/CN1zEijlJKc/s1600/WR_Mandy_Moore_108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9Pwq9yCOMI/AAAAAAAAAro/CN1zEijlJKc/s320/WR_Mandy_Moore_108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this scene while wondering around google, again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PwohOgj7I/AAAAAAAAArg/zLI7HVTWnPY/s1600/a_walk_to_remember1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PwohOgj7I/AAAAAAAAArg/zLI7HVTWnPY/s320/a_walk_to_remember1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Novel version, same version with the one I got yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PzDvVu_dI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Qmk0-p_yIqo/s1600/DSCN0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PzDvVu_dI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Qmk0-p_yIqo/s320/DSCN0946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PzXW9rFuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U4ExHemZW44/s1600/DSCN0947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9PzXW9rFuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U4ExHemZW44/s320/DSCN0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent almost 4 years trying to find this book, and finally I found it at Popular, Pacific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suggest you all to watch or read! Especially to those who love LOVE STORY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Candy by H.O.T&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/864237378549311543-257668832675117490?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/257668832675117490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-168.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/257668832675117490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/257668832675117490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-168.html' title='Entry 168'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9Pwmw6Z0kI/AAAAAAAAArY/Tm7FGt_RoPw/s72-c/a_walk_to_remember_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-235708815524533407</id><published>2010-04-24T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:47:33.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><title type='text'>Entry 167</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;24th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, I don't know what to write, so I asked my friends, Miss Aainaa and Miss Shehnaz. They suggested that I should write about, "Heartbroken", or, "Heart-breaker", or, "Heart-struck". But, I prefer, "Lonely". Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I chose one theme for this post, which is, "Heartbroken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Please read "A Glimpse Of Myself" first before you read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was definitely one of my bad day. My first thought when I stepped into the Pacific, "Betul ka apa yang aku buat ni??". I wasn't in a good mood, you see, only yesterday I found out about it, and, today, I would meet them. Isn't it too fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry, and mad. I don't know why did I felt like this. It was the same as I knew about Miss Sarah before, only this time, it worst. Me myself don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was okay. I could control it. But, as many of my friends started to come, I started to get irritated. Not because of them, but because of two person in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss F kept on glaring at me, afraid that I will tell other people. Every words that I said, she thought that I meant it for her. It's so annoying, you know. Like I cannot speak at all. So what if people knew? You knew how it felt when Sarah didn't told us, right? Now, you want other people to feel like that also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it reached one point. Just that one point. I cannot take it anymore. I ignored everything that she said. Even when she grabbed my hand, I shoved it off. She pleaded at me, I ignored it. She came near me, I ran away. I don't why but it does hurt, a lot. I cannot even see her face. It will just make me more angrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss F, I am very-very sorry. I knew that I shouldn't act like that. It was so childish. At that time, you cannot imagine it, how angry I am. So angry that I wanna cry. Don't ask me for the reasons because I don't know why. Thanks God that I saw your eyes, you were teary. If not, maybe I would ignore you all day long. But, don't ask me for understanding or forgiveness, my mood-swing session isn't finish yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smile for her, laugh for her, so she won't feel too awkward with me being mad at her. I don't want to be labelled as JEALOUS, because some people may say that, but I am NOT jealous. Why should I be jealous? Because my friend finally got a boyfriend and I am still single? People may think like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you're not me. Unless you lived my life, don't judge me because you don't know, never know and never will know any little details about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sighed) I don't know la. Maybe I should let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him. At a junction. He was in front of me. Only yesterday I wrote about him, and today, I met him? How lucky I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky, because I finally met him after few years. I am unlucky, because I just realized that he was in front of me after the light turned green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't changed at all. Still the same as I remember. But, I managed to notice something quite different from far. His hair. Has changed. Into red. Yes. RED. Thank God that he is pale. If not, sure it will look sooooo ugly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Rokkugo by Super Junior T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-235708815524533407?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/235708815524533407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-167.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/235708815524533407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/235708815524533407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-167.html' title='Entry 167'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6602636318639756823</id><published>2010-04-23T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:28:21.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 166</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;23th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading back my last post, I think that I should be more open about my relationship with guys. Even though people keep on guessing whether I have or had a boyfriend or not, the reality is, I've &lt;i&gt;never ever&lt;/i&gt; in relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! No way! You're lying...", some people may say this. They thought that every teenager must have been, at least once, in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;. I have &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; crushes, but, I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story about my second crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him when I was only 10 years old. I could vaguely remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first day in that class. I was afraid, and shy. Thank God that the Ustaz was so nice to me. His name is Ustaz Azhar, same with my lil brother's name, with an addition of A between the Z and H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that there was another student beside me. The place was still new, so, there were only two students for afternoon classes, which was, me and him. Then, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; came. At first, I just looked at him once, then I turned back to my book. Because I was studying in all-girls school, and I was never out of my home before, I was a bit &lt;i&gt;shy&lt;/i&gt; to see a boy in front of me. I think, at that time, my face went &lt;i&gt;all red&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Azhar introduced us both, but, we never really talked to each other. In fact, we &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; talked at all. We just came to the class sharp 2 p.m and went home at 4 p.m, after finishing what we should do. I never &lt;i&gt;memorized&lt;/i&gt; his name, as I thought that I would not have to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, his friend registered at the same class. Before his friend came, he wore all moody-quiet type of face but as soon as his friend came, he became so loud. Of course, when a guy meet his friend, he will forget about his surrounding. I took an opportunity to take a &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; at him. That time, I found out that &lt;i&gt;his hair was brown&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;his skin was pale&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;he was tall and lanky&lt;/i&gt;. Only at that time that I really took a good look at him. No more peeping through the eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he finally got a friend, he started his plan to tease me. When I say, tease me, it doesn't mean in a good way. &lt;b&gt;He and his friend put my shoes on a tree. They hid my bag inside the toilet. He checked my bag. He doodled my books. He intentionally made a noise when it's time for me to read.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things made me hate him, seriously hate him. So, I read all his informations written in a register book and tried to use it to reply back everything that he had done to me. Maybe that is when I learned to speak back. &lt;i&gt;Mulut-tak-dak-insurans&lt;/i&gt;. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Mr A came in, and I grew on liking him. Mr A had to go for MRSM. And, that crush just went off like that. As days goes by, many students soon registered at that places. I found my new friends. I didn't feel lonely at all. Two years had gone. Many things had happened during that moment. But, I never ever &lt;i&gt;considered&lt;/i&gt; that as my &lt;i&gt;precious&lt;/i&gt; memory at all. The next thing I knew, he was 13, a year older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attendance was not full anymore. He said he was busy with his new life as high school student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to &lt;i&gt;miss&lt;/i&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when all other students didn't come at all. Only me and him were present. The ustazahs were busy doing something. So, I took a time to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even asked me to look at his eyes. I was wondering why. Then, when I looked at his eyes, I figured out something, his eyes were &lt;i&gt;changing colour&lt;/i&gt;. First, his eyes were brown, then, light brown, then, yellowish-brown, then brown again. It amazed me. Maybe I was too fascinating and my jaw dropped, because he was laughing at me after that. And, that was time I finally realized, that I really have a &lt;i&gt;great crush&lt;/i&gt; on this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in that year, I don't know why, maybe it was a coincidence, that we both wore clothes of the &lt;i&gt;same&lt;/i&gt; colour. I wore black baju kurung with some yellow flower, and he was wearing a black baju melayu with some yellow embroidery. The ustazahs there all teased us about the same clothes. I don't know about him, but I'm sure that my cheek were flushing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person who &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; about my crush over him was Ustaz Azhar. He asked me, "Adila, kamu suka kat dia ka?". I don't know how to react so I just nodded. I asked him, "Macam mana ustaz tau?". Ustaz just smiled to me, "Nampak sangat kat muka kamu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised. I don't know that it showed on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed. I was 13 years old. He &lt;i&gt;rarely&lt;/i&gt; been seen anymore. On my last day there, he came to the class. He even gave me a bouquet of &lt;i&gt;bunga raya&lt;/i&gt;. It was really weird. Where did he found all those flower, I don't know. There were a lot of different colour of hibiscus. It was funny that I laughed at him. He suddenly get mad, "Apa gelak-gelak? Tau tak betapa payahnya aku curik bunga-bunga ni kat rumah aunty sana tu! Hargailah sikit!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just a hibiscus, but, that was the only flower that he ever gave me. I really appreciate it. I said to him, "Thanks weh. Walaupun hanya bunga raya". Then, he ran off. I felt weird again. Only then I realized that there was a small card between the flowers. It wrote, "Thank you pasal suka kat aku =D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I never seen him at all. I moved to other place. The only time that I ever met him, when I was 15 years old. But, he didn't recognize me. It's okay, as long as I remember him. That's all that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story about my crush! I always call him, Mr M. Do you recognize him now? Oh ya, I found pictures of hibiscus to show to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FwmkUvWZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/So-aAdgpJRY/s1600/hibiscus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FwmkUvWZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/So-aAdgpJRY/s200/hibiscus.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FwnW588SI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sMVEU6WgGpg/s1600/hibiscus2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FwnW588SI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sMVEU6WgGpg/s200/hibiscus2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FxFX0Q8fI/AAAAAAAAAq4/NZDNXi0E_uU/s1600/hibiscus3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FxFX0Q8fI/AAAAAAAAAq4/NZDNXi0E_uU/s200/hibiscus3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FxGscjZZI/AAAAAAAAArA/0_FlkElaP9E/s1600/large_hibiscus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FxGscjZZI/AAAAAAAAArA/0_FlkElaP9E/s200/large_hibiscus.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FxHqBq6RI/AAAAAAAAArI/oppAL0PtlJ8/s1600/z141186411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FxHqBq6RI/AAAAAAAAArI/oppAL0PtlJ8/s200/z141186411.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know where did he got all these kinds of hibiscus. Anyway, that was the &lt;i&gt;sweetest&lt;/i&gt; thing that a guy ever gave to me. I miss those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Love Love Love &amp;amp; One by Epik High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6602636318639756823?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6602636318639756823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-165_23.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6602636318639756823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6602636318639756823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-165_23.html' title='Entry 166'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S9FwmkUvWZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/So-aAdgpJRY/s72-c/hibiscus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6648713739403760194</id><published>2010-04-23T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:35:06.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 165 : Match Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;23rd April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised yesterday to Miss Aainaa and Miss Shehnaz, this entry will be about me being a "Match Maker" to few of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I never has this intention to be one, but, when I looked back, I really think that I've been a &lt;i&gt;match maker&lt;/i&gt; for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts almost few years back, when I was still in &lt;i&gt;primary&lt;/i&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this boy from my Al-Quran class. Lets call him, Mr A. He was &lt;i&gt;two years older&lt;/i&gt; than me. You can say that he was my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; crush. I like him because he was funny. When I was being an outcast, because I was the only girl there, he was the 1st person to talk to me. He made few jokes and I felt at ease when he did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, a girl came, Miss S. She was at his age. Because both of us were the only girls there, so we became very close. I introduced Mr A to her, well, because he was the only one who I trusted, &lt;i&gt;compare&lt;/i&gt; to the others. Few months later, maybe weeks, I don't quite remember it, they both came to class together. Being a &lt;i&gt;kanak-kanak ribena&lt;/i&gt;, I didn't see it coming, but, she did tell me that &lt;i&gt;she likes him&lt;/i&gt;, and he did tell me, &lt;i&gt;he likes her too&lt;/i&gt;. I don't understand it at that time, but, when I finally entered 14 years-old, when I saw them again, I finally understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened when I was 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this guy from my sister's friends. She the one who gave him my number. And, few of my friend also knew him. He was Mr W. He was definitely not my crush, but, I spent most of my days with him being my friend. We always chatting with each other, and, sometimes, he will topup for me and gave me presents. &lt;i&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/i&gt;. My sister said that he likes me, but, there was one problem, I didn't &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; him like that. I preferred him to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first meeting, which means, official meeting without my big sister, I dragged my friend, Miss N along. Because I afraid that I would be so&lt;i&gt; awkward&lt;/i&gt;. And, I did. &lt;i&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year later, I didn't in contact with him for a while because we both were busy with so many activities. I never realized this, maybe because I was too occupied with things that I did, but, Miss N was&lt;i&gt; in contact&lt;/i&gt; with him all this while. I knew this because I checked her handphone's inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed a very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 years old, another similar thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him when he came to my school for chess competition. I didn't like him when I first met him. He was &lt;i&gt;shy&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;too quiet&lt;/i&gt; when being around people. He only talked to his schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I found out his name, Mr F. I was sitting on the stage in the hall, so, I got a better view of him. He wasn't so &lt;i&gt;cute &lt;/i&gt;or&lt;i&gt; handsome&lt;/i&gt;, (evil me xD), but, his personality made me categorized him as my another crush. We didn't have many conversation except few things about the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he came back to my school for chess practices. That time, Miss Tarani already knew that I like this guy. She saw me reading all his informations. So, she, together with Cikgu Rusnah, planned to &lt;i&gt;pekena&lt;/i&gt; me. They always &lt;i&gt;teased&lt;/i&gt; me whenever Mr F was around me. Cikgu Rusnah was even tried to &lt;i&gt;capture&lt;/i&gt; his picture for me! But, of course, she failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found out that Mr F got my senior's, who was entered the same competition, phone's number. He asked for Miss Tarani's number, which later, gave my number to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story goes on until it reached certain moments when Mr F was &lt;i&gt;rarely&lt;/i&gt; messaging me anymore. I heard from Miss Tarani that he always contact her. I admit that I was&lt;i&gt; jealous&lt;/i&gt;. Well, he was my crush but Miss Tarani got all his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, that feeling was a bit gone (still not fully gone until now). And, I think I will be happy if one day Miss Tarani and Mr F is really together. &lt;i&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one happened few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I failed my first JPJ test, I saw this guy. He failed too, just like me. We both stood &lt;i&gt;in front&lt;/i&gt; of each other when we first met. I was talking to my mother while he was talking to someone too. Then, it happened just like that. He talked to me, asked me where did I failed. We exchanged few things together about the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fariha, who was busy dancing Gee by Girls' Generation because she passed the test, saw us together. She said to me that she thought that this guy, Mr H, was Mr W. The reason was, she saw us was &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; comfortable with each other. I said that because we &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; failed the test. I introduced him to Miss F, who was later gave her facebook's name to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was the first one who knew him, but Miss Fariha was the one who get his number and facebook's name. No, I'm not jealous as he is just my friend, but, it's funny to see &lt;i&gt;how things turned out to be&lt;/i&gt;. I think most of us can see how well they both get along. Just see their facebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if they announced that they both are together, I will not be surprised! &lt;i&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my stories up there, do you think that I'm really a "Match Maker"? If you think so, leave me your opinion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music : Acquaintance (Instrumental) by Outsider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6648713739403760194?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6648713739403760194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-165.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6648713739403760194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6648713739403760194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-165.html' title='Entry 165 : Match Maker'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-740597329892019811</id><published>2010-04-22T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:21:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 164 (only pictures, without a story)</title><content type='html'>Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang.&lt;br /&gt;22 April 2010.&lt;br /&gt;7 Jamadilawal 1431.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I still get the feeling of rejection, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had promised to both of them, Miss D and Miss B, but, unfortunately, me myself don't even know if I can realize it or it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this week, there will be a Prize Giving Day, so many teachers didn't enter the class, and the library were crowded by the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. Too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is short. I know. Sorry, but I don't have mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Save Energy Save Earth by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-350051790505824964?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/350051790505824964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-163.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/350051790505824964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/350051790505824964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-163.html' title='Entry 163'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3988002379289156908</id><published>2010-04-18T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:52:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 162</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;18th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my vacation's story, the next morning, when I went to the cafe for breakfast, I was kind of imagined that the food will be sort of like Royal Hotel's or Paradise Sandy Beach Hotel's food, but, *thumbs down*, the food didn't make me felt like wanna go back in &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so...&lt;i&gt;ordinary&lt;/i&gt;. Even my mom can cook better than them. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon my parents brought us to Queensbay Mall (where else?). I was thinking to buy some cardigan or maybe jacket. But, oh dear, why didn't put some discount on those that I like? I'm not that &lt;i&gt;filthy&lt;/i&gt; rich. Even the one in Jusco is almost RM60, and that's expensive for me. I need to save my money. So, in the end, I didn't get my clothes, but I did got my magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, in the evening, because I was too tired, I slept nearly 3 hours and missed the beach walking with my father and my lil bro. But, I covered it up with took a short tour around the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that the only interesting thing there is, "Drug Store". As I walked off from that store, I was thinking, why "Drug Store"? Why not, "Pharmacy"? But, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was the day we all checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was quite &lt;strike&gt;amusing&lt;/strike&gt; happy with myself. I can't believe that I actually managed to get someone angry. Well, you can say that my favourite junior and me planned the whole thing. The only reason is because that someone made her angry. So, she asked me to join her &lt;strike&gt;evil&lt;/strike&gt; bad plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay with me. Not that I'm &lt;i&gt;evil&lt;/i&gt; or what, but this is the only time that I get to be&lt;i&gt; free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : No One by F.Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3988002379289156908?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3988002379289156908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-162.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3988002379289156908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3988002379289156908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-162.html' title='Entry 162'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-108288238775591065</id><published>2010-04-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:41:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 161</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;16th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I'm in Penang right now! Arrived here, in this Flamingo By The Beach Hotel on 15th April around 5pm. My 1st impression about the hotel lobby was, "Oh, they used natural wind here", which means, they didn't use air-con, but instead, because the hotel is situated near the beach, so, they used the sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when my family used the lift, my 2nd impression, "The lift is so hot. Why did they didn't use air-con here?". But, at least, here, they used scanner for the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for more stories, just wait for the next post. For now, just enjoy my webcam pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-RKOR3kI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aD8JceVB3kw/s1600/Snapshot_20100415_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-RKOR3kI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aD8JceVB3kw/s320/Snapshot_20100415_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-fMhlK_I/AAAAAAAAAog/oJFNh1UCEd4/s1600/Snapshot_20100416_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-fMhlK_I/AAAAAAAAAog/oJFNh1UCEd4/s320/Snapshot_20100416_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-qCdLNOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gxhqRqHI9lk/s1600/Snapshot_20100416_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-qCdLNOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gxhqRqHI9lk/s320/Snapshot_20100416_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-y5ql0TI/AAAAAAAAAow/kF8FzDZvv2U/s1600/Snapshot_20100416_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-y5ql0TI/AAAAAAAAAow/kF8FzDZvv2U/s320/Snapshot_20100416_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who's vain?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-108288238775591065?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/108288238775591065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-161.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/108288238775591065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/108288238775591065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-161.html' title='Entry 161'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S8g-RKOR3kI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aD8JceVB3kw/s72-c/Snapshot_20100415_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8578061850545390395</id><published>2010-04-13T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:43:57.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 160</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;13th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I went for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I met Miss Farah there, busy finishing her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, Miss Nadiah came after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, we failed to notice that there was a story lingered around students' lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning passed without any fail. We tried to finish our works and informed our friends that tomorrow will be no game as requested by HM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After had a breakfast, I went back to the library. Miss Farah and Miss Nadiah were already there (they went back first while I was having a talk with someone). Miss Farah told me a news, which was told by her friend. My first reaction was, "Dengan sapa pulak?". Yes, I've known about that. A student once told me and Miss Nadiah before. So, when I heard about it happened again, it didn't quite surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when I was reading a paper, few form 5 students came to the library and asked my permission to read the paper for awhile. I asked them what story that they were searching for because they obviously were trying to find some kind of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them said to me, "Kak Dila dok kat sekolah pun tak tau apa yang jadi ka?". I was confused. Then, something clicked inside my mind. "Maksud ampa, yang kat 'bawah' tu?". She just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her friend said, "Takdak pun. Maybe esok baru ada kot". She replied, "Maybe la kot. Siap masuk berita lagi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, what I knew was three of us walked up and down tried to search someone who knew the story. I tried to talk to her but when I saw her face, I thought twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our informer said that her face was shown in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly say, I don't know what to say or what to do. I messaged Miss T. Of course, she will definitely back-up her. But, she did confirmed one thing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. I didn't feel anything. Angry, mad, or disappointed, nothing of them registered into my mind. All I know is I wanted to know the truth. No matter how is she outside, she's still one of my favourite teacher ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I knew the truth that I want, suddenly I felt so sad. At some point, I felt like wanted to cry, which I don't know why. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to hear her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the damage had been made. I don't think anyone could forget that thing after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Candy by H.O.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8578061850545390395?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8578061850545390395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-160.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8578061850545390395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8578061850545390395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-160.html' title='Entry 160'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3987317237870427175</id><published>2010-04-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:28:36.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 159</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;11th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear...My eyes were stung because of someone's post. I didn't actually want to provoke or say something bad about her, but, the way she wrote it (&lt;i&gt;unfortunately&lt;/i&gt;), &lt;i&gt;like a guy who just broke up with his girlfriend&lt;/i&gt;. And, we are not like that. We are both girls, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you admire me, and I am really thankful for that. Never had I imagined to be admired at all. But please la dear! Don't write like that! I read it before once, and that time you didn't put my name. This time, you wrote my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I didn't blame you for putting my name there. It's just that....well....a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) Never mind la then. I don't really care if you admire other people. But I will admit, I feel quite &lt;i&gt;angry&lt;/i&gt; because you once said that I'll the first and the last senior that you'll admire. Humans' hearts does change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Aainaa (my belove friend!) came to school! She came because of the invitation from the school. She needed to give motivation talks to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so afraid that she might be &lt;i&gt;too formal&lt;/i&gt; or might be used so many &lt;i&gt;bahasa pasar&lt;/i&gt;. In the end, when she started to talk, all &lt;i&gt;Kedah words&lt;/i&gt; came out.&lt;i&gt; Ghumah. Belajaq. Maghah.&lt;/i&gt; But, there is one thing that I quite impressed. All students just kept silent when she talked. They were so focused at her speech, which is so, "WOW!". No one ever made the students to be like that. Aainaa, I sayang u so much la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we both spent the whole morning with wandering around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my afternoon with my dearest sister! She came to library, and without any warning, she smacked my head. Thank to God that she was the one who did that. If it was someone else, I don't know what will I do to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent with talking and gossiping. She told me many things that I don't know about her. And, she told me about her &lt;i&gt;little ant&lt;/i&gt; who will be transfer to another school because of someone else. That news surprised me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she helped me with capturing pictures. Thanks sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Run by Epik High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3987317237870427175?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3987317237870427175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-159.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3987317237870427175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3987317237870427175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-159.html' title='Entry 159'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6986926568684848298</id><published>2010-04-09T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:14:48.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><title type='text'>Entry 158</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;9th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the contrary to the below post, this post will only consists about the happiness (or maybe sadness?) that I felt today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days in row, I spent nearly 3 hours in front of my laptop, just for watching videos in YouTube. All because of my mum was sitting beside me. Actually I was updating my story but when my mum suddenly came into my room, I quickly switched the site and went to YouTube. I don't want her to know what was I'm doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already &lt;i&gt;contaminated&lt;/i&gt; my mum's head with fan-services. How cool is that? Hahahahahaha. I don't know what did she thought when she saw all the &lt;i&gt;fan-services&lt;/i&gt; but honestly, I don't want to know. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw a news about Hangeng, I cannot help but to feel quite...angry...? Yeah. Angry. Because he looked so happy. He looked like everything is going so smooth for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, who am I to judge him? I am nobody. Just a fan of Super Junior 15 minus 1. &lt;i&gt;Minus Hangeng&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remember something. Something funny. To all Super Junior fans, Choi Siwon's fans, Lee Sungmin's fans, and the other fans, please click this link:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44950783@N08/4315502450/sizes/o/"&gt;LOL at Sungmin. XD at Siwon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously funny. Hahahahaha xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Listening to Kim Heechul's Youngstreet at YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6986926568684848298?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6986926568684848298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-157_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6986926568684848298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6986926568684848298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-157_09.html' title='Entry 158'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3021414771752410700</id><published>2010-04-09T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:32:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 157</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;9th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read her status, I immediately knew what was her feeling. Because I was in her shoes before. I knew very well about those feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling when no one understands you. The feeling when people always misjudging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to &lt;i&gt;dwell&lt;/i&gt; in past again. I'm not trying to get some &lt;i&gt;sympathy&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not trying to make others look &lt;i&gt;so bad&lt;/i&gt;. I'm&lt;i&gt; just&lt;/i&gt; want people to understand me more. Just because I'm smiling, just because I'm laughing, just because I looked like I didn't care, just because I looked like it's don't hurt me, it doesn't mean that everything is fine for me. Because&lt;i&gt; it's not&lt;/i&gt;. In fact, it did hurt me a lot, here, &lt;i&gt;in my heart&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does it takes me to smile like the past is nothing?&lt;br /&gt;How much does it takes to laugh like an idiot over something that definitely would make me cry? &lt;br /&gt;How much does it takes...just to ignore the inner voice in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I really need someone here with me. So that I can cling at her, lean on her shoulder, hug her, and tell her, how much I missed the old days, when I could secretly cried at her and told her my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live in the old days, but, whatever things I do now, somehow it remind me back to the times where many mistakes had been made. I may hurt others (&lt;i&gt;which, in my case, I really did hurt someone&lt;/i&gt;), but, I learnt my mistakes. This is what we called, "Karma". &lt;i&gt;What goes around, comes around. When you hurt other people, you'll get it back, two times the pain that you caused&lt;/i&gt;. My patience is being tested. Being around someone from your past, which you obviously want to forget. Being defeated. Being the last one to know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) I'm glad that I survived in all circumstances. The wall that have been built between me and her is too thick. Even if we were smiling at each other, it was an awkward smile. Even if we were talking to each other, it was still an awkward conversation. Most of the times, it was just a &lt;i&gt;silence and quiet&lt;/i&gt; conversation. I hope that it's not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend always told me that whenever that I'm around, she will be less talkative. When I'm not there, she will be like herself again. I don't know why. I have few reasons in my head but I hope it's&lt;i&gt; not&lt;/i&gt; what I'm thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was the one who's still craving the wall of the past. Not her. She's already moved on. &lt;i&gt;Or, so she said&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Believe by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3021414771752410700?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3021414771752410700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-157.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3021414771752410700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3021414771752410700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-157.html' title='Entry 157'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8010363242801257007</id><published>2010-04-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:53:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 156</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;7th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore Chess Club shirt today. I kinda miss the feeling of being &lt;i&gt;student&lt;/i&gt; again. (sighed) . Not much today. Me and Miss Nadia done paper-cutting session again. For KK time, there was a competition been held. Teacher named it, "Reading Olympus", which made me remember back to Percy Jackson The Series. For this 1st round, I'm the one who made questions. Even though my level is supposed to be&lt;i&gt; easy&lt;/i&gt;, all students who participated said that the questions were hard! Well, I said back, "If you guys cannot answer these 1st round questions, then, how will you guys answer the 2nd round ones?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my laptop to school today. A reminder for myself,&lt;i&gt; "Do not bring laptop with other books"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it too late! Jeeez....my oppa already cut his hair on 2nd April. Today is 7th April. I was late by 5 days. Why? Why? Why? Why???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Zuridah told me, "Game next week kena bagi meletup! Pengetua nak semua student main. So, kena pastikan game cukup". I added in, "Sweets kena cukup. Soalan kena cukup. Gerai kena cukup. Dengan erti kata lain, kena pastikan semua cukup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all friends that are supposed to help will do their best for this game! Show them what we, Ex-Students, can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Mirage by Pesawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8010363242801257007?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8010363242801257007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no156.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8010363242801257007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8010363242801257007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no156.html' title='Entry 156'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6846852798919297625</id><published>2010-04-04T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:50:52.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 155</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4th April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to wish a very Happy Sweet 24th Birthday to Lee Hyukjae a.k.a Eunhyuk-oppa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm.....until now I can't believe that Siwon is younger than Eunhyuk and he actually at the same age with Wookie and Bummie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write a story about my sleepover at Cikgu Normala's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, the Form 5 Muslim girls got their qiamullail that being held in school. Herm....their qiamullail was a bit weird. It's like, Qiamullail + Extra Classes. They got classes to attend in this qiamullail. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Miss Nadiah got our special permissions from our belove, Cikgu Normala. So, we got there around 8 p.m. We went to hall straight after we arrived. Ehemmmm.....Miss Nadiah's father sent us both there. Cikgu Normala invited us to sleep at her house, which, suprisingly, near to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Miss Nadiah spent the night with teaching Addmath to Awatif, Cikgu Normala's daughter, and her friend, Nik. Actually, Miss Nadiah done all the works. I just helped Cikgu Normala marked the exam's papers. I know better about my Addmath's skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, that night (or should I write, morning?), we both slept in Awatif's room, which painted in pink, and most of her things are pink in colour (I still didn't like pink). Before we all went to sleep, we held our own Forum Remaja (like Miss Nadiah said). We know many things that we even don't realize it before. I'm quite surprised with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next morning, Cikgu Normala sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about the qiamullail day. If you want to know more, please leave me your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Time To Love ver. 3 - Supernova &amp;amp; T-ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6846852798919297625?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6846852798919297625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no155.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6846852798919297625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6846852798919297625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no155.html' title='Entry 155'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-2998141271360140840</id><published>2010-04-03T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:51:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 154 : (edited version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;3rd April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there were 5 of us : Fariha, Shehnaz, Izzati, me and &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt;, Hanif, went to CP, for the Karnival Pengajian Mara. I arrived there first, at 10.25 a.m. Then, I waited for Fariha, who was &lt;i&gt;luckily&lt;/i&gt; arrived less than 5 minutes later. Then, Shehnaz, Hanif and Izaati were the last one to join us. She joined us when we all were at food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened, and, I don't think that I want to write all of it here, but, one thing for sure that I will write, Fariha got new nickname from us three : me, Shehnaz and Izzati, which is HaNiFariha! Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even made a &lt;i&gt;so-called-scandal&lt;/i&gt; between me and Mr Y (you know who), and, Shehnaz with Fitri (just a worker at McD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering ended with me and Fariha went home &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, I quarreled with my brother, my sister and my mom. Well, I'm tired and suddenly everything happened. My brother said he wanted to sleep in my room, on my bed, with my favourite pillows. I didn't have to say anything, because as soon as he saw me, he ran to the my parents' room and took his own pillows. I guess he did knew me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night wasn't the best night at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Akademi Fantasia's concert yesterday. And, when I saw Daus, one of the contestants, in his new haircut, he remind me of someone : Hangeng, or, better known as, Hankyung (&lt;i&gt;for me, there is no more Hankyung, since he's out of SuJu&lt;/i&gt;). The way Daus sat, his facial expressions, remind me so much of Hangeng. Now, whenever I see Daus on tv, I will definitely see him as Hangeng, no more Daus xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Separuh Jiwaku Pergi - Anang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-2998141271360140840?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/2998141271360140840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no154-short-version.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2998141271360140840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/2998141271360140840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no154-short-version.html' title='Entry 154 : (edited version)'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-9042294059823500010</id><published>2010-04-01T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:51:17.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 153</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1st April 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many had well been informed that today is April's Fool Day, but, I don't think that we, Muslim, are supposed to celebrate it. And, I'm sure most of us knew the reason, right? One of my friend had fooled me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend : Weh, aku failed la jpj tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Takkan kot....Ko dapat yang makcik ka?&lt;br /&gt;My friend : Ha'ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : So, lepas nie kena repeat ar?&lt;br /&gt;My friend : (laughed)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Apa?&lt;br /&gt;My friend : April's Fool! Hahahaha...aku pass la.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many knew that today is my 2nd JPJ test. I was indeed very nervous. I really hope that I won't fail again. My mum said that if I failed, that's it. No more driving. So, I had to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, although my number is 89, but I was the 1st person to do the test for "jalan raya". At first, things were quite bad for me. Engine had stopped abruptly. I nearly ran into the "tembok". But, after that, things were quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That JPJ pak cik was so talkative. He asked me to use 1 lane, &lt;i&gt;Thank God&lt;/i&gt;. Then, in that whole journey, he didn't stop talking at all. He said things about that, about this. He even made a&lt;i&gt; joke&lt;/i&gt; to me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik JPJ : Kamu kena practice balik dengan uncle yang ajar kamu tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Haa? Janganlah, cik. Pleaseeeee....!&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik JPJ : Nak buat macam mana? Kamu drive teruk sangat.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cik, takkan kot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived &lt;i&gt;safely&lt;/i&gt; at Ilmu Baru,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik JPJ : Kamu dah sedia nak repeat balik?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Tak.&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik JPJ : Kamu kena repeat tau tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cik, tolonglah. Saya bukan buat salah banyak pun. Salah guna gear and brek ja.&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik JPJ : Hahahaha...nasib baik kamu tau. Ni, saya bagi kamu pass. Lepas ni jangan bawak macam tadi dah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cik, you are the best lah! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that me and Dongha knew from our last test was succeed in the test also. But, my other friends, I don't know about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Only One by Yellow Card and Step By Step by Battle (blame Miss Nadiah for this song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-9042294059823500010?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/9042294059823500010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no154.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/9042294059823500010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/9042294059823500010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/04/entry-no154.html' title='Entry 153'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6699362087584078700</id><published>2010-03-31T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:22:21.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 152</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;31st March 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you looked into someone's eyes, what will you see?&lt;br /&gt;When you saw someone's smile. what will you got from that?&lt;br /&gt;I saw a happiness. And, I'm jealous with that. Reality did hit me once again at that moment. My little dream that shall not be come true. How I wish that I could turn back the time when I was in form 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my friends today back. She thought I was angry at her. That's why she didn't talk to me these few days. But, at least now, everything is clear. She's getting back to friend mode, not the stranger mode anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see her, I don't understand why but there's some pain in my heart. Am I still feeling guilty over her? Sometimes I try to talk to her, but, it's just gone to cold chatting. I hate when this thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got some headache. And, tomorrow is my 2nd JPJ test. How cool is that? I really hope that my headache didn't cost me any trouble. Wish me luck for the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Baby - Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6699362087584078700?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6699362087584078700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-no153.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6699362087584078700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6699362087584078700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-no153.html' title='Entry 152'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6487022812406666024</id><published>2010-03-28T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:51:42.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 151</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;28th March 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bit slow to me. I went to school as always. I thought Miss Nadiah didn't come today. She's late. But, one thing had happened. My handphone fell down and crashed into 2. I was like, "O...M...G...". I was starting to mourn when Miss Nadiah suddenly came in at 8.45 a.m. Cikgu Zuridah also told me and Miss Nadiah that today the situation was a bit moody and quiet. I didn't deny that. Even I was feeling sleepy during the moment. By the way, to my surprise, I wore all pink today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my driving practice today. My mom was so excited to get me drove the car and my sis was like, "Whatever. Let's finish this off faster". And so I drove her precious "Cik Puteh". &lt;i&gt;She named it&lt;/i&gt;. Because it is an auto car (I had to admit that I didn't have any experience driving an auto car), I nearly killed us all. &lt;i&gt;My mom said that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay at first but as the time goes by, with all the screams, "Tekan brek!", "Bagi signal, Adila", "Jangan belok kiri sangat!", "Elok2 sikit! Ni kereta akak! Jangan bagi calar!", my driving were getting worst. Blame those who were so concerned about my driving. At last, at one stop, my mom finally said, "Dah la Adila. Bagi akak bawak pulak". Thanks, Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived home, my big sis went to have some lunch with her friend. And, I stuck with my mom saying, "Akak dulu cekap ja bawak kereta", "Adila kena selalu bawak ni". So, I was thinking, "Isn't that the reason why I drove that car? To get me better in driving?". But, I just kept on silent. Except there was one moment when I said, "Ok2. Teruskanlah puji akak tu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that I was a bit down after that driving. Who wasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Run Devil Run - Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6487022812406666024?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6487022812406666024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-no152.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6487022812406666024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6487022812406666024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-no152.html' title='Entry 151'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-662732953010264220</id><published>2010-03-26T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:51:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 150 : Shining Star (edited version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;26th March 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembering something back. When I listening to Shining Star 3jib's version, I kinda having my own flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shining star&lt;br /&gt;Like a little diamond&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me with the sweet smile that’s like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll always be together&lt;br /&gt;’Til the end of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, you're like a star. A very shining star. Instead of just being a star between thousands of stars, you have&amp;nbsp; shine my life in a way that no one did. You had left a footprint in my heart. I had promised myself not to erase it off. So that I knew that you will always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Rap] Oh day by day&lt;br /&gt;Stay by my side, always&lt;br /&gt;Stay in my heart, dazzling&lt;br /&gt;Shining my love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always hoping&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll be smiling at that place&lt;br /&gt;Even when you’re suffering&lt;br /&gt;Because of misunderstandings and reasonless hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;We're so different and yet, we kinda fit each other. I always hoping that we can stay forever, by each other. But, who can denies the fates? Future is different for us. But, no matter how hard it is, I hope that you'll stay strong, and will continue to smile, as you always did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at a further place&lt;br /&gt;It’s the start now&lt;br /&gt;When you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’m lacking&lt;br /&gt;I’ll protect you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember, that you used to say to me that you always there for me, every time I need shoulder to cry on, or whenever I need to talk to someone, you will always be the one to hear me out? After this, there's no more of that. I shall find the other person as you will not be there for me. But, never forget that promise. Because, who knows? Maybe fates will collide us together again. And, at that time, I want to be there for you. Just like you always be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love flies to the deepest part of the heart from the start and makes  me warm&lt;br /&gt;The never-changing trembling&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shining star&lt;br /&gt;Like a little diamond&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me with the sweet smile that’s like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll always be together&lt;br /&gt;’Til the end of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time when I did felt alone and lonely, I will try to remember all our memories back. Somehow, they managed to make me smile and laugh again. In that way, I will forget that maybe, after these few months, we will not meet each other again. Let's just hope that no one of us will change after few years passes. The bond between us will continue to grow, like we always say before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Rap] Shining star&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;You’re like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes give me rest when you’re tired&lt;br /&gt;Shed light on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Promise to believe you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be on your side&lt;br /&gt;I’ll embrace your small shoulders with a love larger than anyone else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a star, brighter than the sun, that's what I think of you. Because, even when you're tired of me, even when you're annoyed by me, even when you're irritated by me, you're still saying that you're always with me. You keep on with me. No words can describe how appreciate I am. But, there are two words that I sincerely wanna say, "Thank you", and, "Thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-----&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of flashback. This is not as good as I expected it to be. But, whatever. Now, I'm running towards the future.&lt;br /&gt;One last word, "Thank You, Friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-662732953010264220?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/662732953010264220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/shining-star.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/662732953010264220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/662732953010264220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/shining-star.html' title='Entry 150 : Shining Star (edited version)'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-8514127893431612937</id><published>2010-03-25T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:52:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 149</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th March 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;i&gt;dearest&lt;/i&gt; big sister already got her car. Named, VIVA ELITE. White in colour. Black tinted. I wish I can scratch her car a bit. To mark my presence there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her car. KCR 6275. If you happen to meet this car on the road, please do me a favor. Scratch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tcv5OprNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VwbCg0XZh3A/s1600/25032010060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tcv5OprNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VwbCg0XZh3A/s320/25032010060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tdE8ebuAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/IbK-PH1pGiI/s1600/25032010057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tdE8ebuAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/IbK-PH1pGiI/s320/25032010057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tdXSddGKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/3MR4I2W33m0/s1600/25032010051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tdXSddGKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/3MR4I2W33m0/s320/25032010051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tdkfHoZ_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bF09Vv6ClUw/s1600/25032010061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tdkfHoZ_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bF09Vv6ClUw/s320/25032010061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against the car or the owner. I just wanna be a rebellion kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-8514127893431612937?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/8514127893431612937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-no150.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8514127893431612937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/8514127893431612937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-no150.html' title='Entry 149'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6tcv5OprNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VwbCg0XZh3A/s72-c/25032010060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-113488662153364231</id><published>2010-03-25T16:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:52:21.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 148</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th March 2010&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the way I post my entries. Which means, the way I write it and the title also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the different between journal and diary? Because I want to start writing it. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more into history nowadays. Perhaps I should take courses which involved history in it. Or, maybe, Greek Mythology? (blame Percy Jackson and The Olympians Series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that Logan Lerman (the one who played Percy Jackson in movie) was the one who played in, The Number 23, the main character's son. I watched that movie few times. And, every time I watch it, I was like, "Why'd he kissed that girl?? He looked too young for that.". Hurm....Well, he's hot, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis got her own car already. I wish I can pass my driving test this 1st April. So, I can paste my big "P" at her car. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-113488662153364231?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/113488662153364231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/news-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/113488662153364231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/113488662153364231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/news-of-day.html' title='Entry 148'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-290834487678768814</id><published>2010-03-23T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:45:23.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 2'/><title type='text'>Ding! Dong!</title><content type='html'>Few pictures for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, the blue glowsticks that were glowing through the night of 20th March 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h5-Dyle3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/9oULzvgbMeA/s1600-h/20100321supershow1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h5-Dyle3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/9oULzvgbMeA/s640/20100321supershow1.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cr : - AllKpop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, the birthday bash on 21st March 2010!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h6lldwdGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/aOc8D2kmY3o/s1600-h/DSCN0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h6lldwdGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/aOc8D2kmY3o/s320/DSCN0402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h67osDfKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/U9epB9YBTb0/s1600-h/DSCN0405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h67osDfKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/U9epB9YBTb0/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h7dq_DIYI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g_VSp1SA2aw/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h7dq_DIYI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g_VSp1SA2aw/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h7uqo3jQI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OMHqMskE6eM/s1600-h/DSCN0410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h7uqo3jQI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OMHqMskE6eM/s320/DSCN0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h8AG4aKsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4W9ngWPhY1I/s1600-h/DSCN0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h8AG4aKsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4W9ngWPhY1I/s320/DSCN0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h8PBhqhcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9HSdfI0JA2Y/s1600-h/DSCN0417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h8PBhqhcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9HSdfI0JA2Y/s320/DSCN0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, another cake which got my name on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h8s3evifI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dXqloKGsXKA/s1600-h/DSCN0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h8s3evifI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dXqloKGsXKA/s320/DSCN0390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s :- I don't have any mood to write today. Just enjoy the pictures! By the way, I talked to Teacher Sopiah today! Goshhh...I really-really-really miss her a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-290834487678768814?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/290834487678768814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/ding-dong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/290834487678768814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/290834487678768814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/ding-dong.html' title='Ding! Dong!'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6h5-Dyle3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/9oULzvgbMeA/s72-c/20100321supershow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1519708486293684586</id><published>2010-03-22T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:25:14.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acer aspire 4740G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='express music 5730'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue'/><title type='text'>Red Gone Blue</title><content type='html'>Most of my things, lately, had turned from red (which is my favourite colour) to blue.&lt;br /&gt;Without me noticing it, of course.&lt;br /&gt;1st, my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I changed it.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;And, this one is blue and white in colour.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how but I really got my own laptop this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad : Adila nak laptop ka?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ha?&lt;br /&gt;My mum : (dengan baik hatinya) Dia kata dia nak!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ha? (masih blur)&lt;br /&gt;My dad : Hurm...nanti petang kita p Jalan Pegawai ka...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ha?&lt;br /&gt;My mum : Yang lambat jawab pesal?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Pa kata nak beli laptop? Untuk saya?&lt;br /&gt;My mum : Habis tu?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Better beli kat kedai Addz. Confirm akak suka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6cowH0te2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/DXaaWTw_avE/s1600-h/spd_20091115211332_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6cowH0te2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/DXaaWTw_avE/s320/spd_20091115211332_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6covEs_UlI/AAAAAAAAAlo/L2lW9rcXCW4/s1600-h/nokia-5730-xpressmusic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6covEs_UlI/AAAAAAAAAlo/L2lW9rcXCW4/s320/nokia-5730-xpressmusic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both are blue in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what did my mum said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Baru perasan yang dua2 benda nie biru!&lt;br /&gt;My mum : Baguslah! Adila kan ELF! (Super Junior's fansclub's name)(Their official colour is blue)&lt;br /&gt;Me : ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1519708486293684586?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1519708486293684586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-gone-blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1519708486293684586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1519708486293684586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-gone-blue.html' title='Red Gone Blue'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S6cowH0te2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/DXaaWTw_avE/s72-c/spd_20091115211332_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5061303988360178085</id><published>2010-03-21T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:21:39.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cikgu zuridah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 2'/><title type='text'>Blue. Cakes. (Remind me of Percy Jackson)</title><content type='html'>The concert had ended successfully yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I heard that there were not so many Malaysian people who came down but hey, they did the concert in Malaysia, what? So, who cares about the other things?&lt;br /&gt;The stadium was full with blue lighting.&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote &lt;i&gt;full&lt;/i&gt;, it doesn't mean, CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;It was like, the blue lighting had been arranged nicely in one arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have pictures to show that.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna search for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, me, Nadiah and Farah celebrated Cikgu Zuridah's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah and Farah put the cake is a box and lite up the candle.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that the box didn't burn out!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hate blueberry but the cake turned out to be so yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nadiah =D.&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures soon will be uploaded)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5061303988360178085?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5061303988360178085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-cakes-remind-me-of-percy-jackson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5061303988360178085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5061303988360178085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-cakes-remind-me-of-percy-jackson.html' title='Blue. Cakes. (Remind me of Percy Jackson)'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1216307833916562175</id><published>2010-03-20T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:46:55.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KLIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 2'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>After the bad news that I had on Thursday, today I've got one good news!!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=864237378549311543"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuJu oppas had already arrived in Malaysia, safe and sound!&lt;br /&gt;Jeeeezzz.....&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I found it funny to hear all girls screamed, "Yesung!", "Ryeowook-ssi", "Donghae-oppa!", and, suddeny, there was, "Sawadikkap~" (I get this from a video in YouTube).&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha....so weird.&lt;br /&gt;But, I figured it out that maybe there are some people from Thailand, Indonesia, Brunei and many more that will join the Super Show 2 in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember talked to Sarah yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countries involved in tour of Super Junior Super Show 2 are South Korea, Thailand, China, such as Hong Kong, Beijing, Taiwan, Shanghai, Nanjing, Taipei, and their last stop is in Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, somewhere, in the map, they put Malaysia for their concert tour also.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking (beside grateful that they wanted to do the concert here), if we're looking at the world map, Malaysia was way down from the Korea.&lt;br /&gt;China, Philippines and Thailand are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Malaysia is Islamic country.&lt;br /&gt;So, it made me think for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What am I mumbling about??? Goshhhhh....my super fan-girling disease are attacking again!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Run Devil Run - SNSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1216307833916562175?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1216307833916562175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1216307833916562175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1216307833916562175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-malaysia.html' title='Welcome to Malaysia!'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5865783716559511808</id><published>2010-03-18T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:46:00.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Hopes</title><content type='html'>It's such a long weeeek!&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Some are good, and some are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad ones, were something that I didn't expect it to happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me so much.&lt;br /&gt;But, I did learn from the past (really? erm...maybe =.=).&lt;br /&gt;And I had decided. &lt;br /&gt;No more sulking in the room.&lt;br /&gt;No more pouting at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Just accept the truths, the facts, and remember not to make the same mistakes all over again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(Though it hard to do it sometimes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good ones (too little, but seriously, I'm happy with it), succeed in making me smiled to the ears.&lt;br /&gt;Though many hopes and dreams hadn't been achieved, I managed to laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Because I realized, that I had done my best and just because it didn't turn out like I wanna it to be, it doesn't mean it was so bad that I had to waste my time thinking about it.(I'm still trying to convince myself bout it)&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am happy with it, that's all that matter the most.&lt;br /&gt;(Yea....easy to say but hard to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Run Devil Run - Keisha &amp;amp; Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5865783716559511808?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5865783716559511808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-and-hopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5865783716559511808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5865783716559511808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-and-hopes.html' title='Dreams and Hopes'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-3741077721793164286</id><published>2010-03-11T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:14:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Result (edited ver.)</title><content type='html'>As I imagined it to be, this is &lt;i&gt;the pain of regrets&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers always say to me, "Kalau dah berusaha, tak kisah laa result camna pun, terimalah seadanya".&lt;br /&gt;But, because I knew that I didn't do my best during SPM, I was well aware of that, and, that's the reason why did I broke down this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite hard for me to face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It's hurt every time I see my result. &lt;br /&gt;It took more than 10 people just to made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah, Aiai, Sarah, NiniGreenPancake, Fariha, Nadia, Fatihah, Fatin, Aina, Ivy, Hani, Aainaa H, Hidayah, Ning2, teachers....and many more to list down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mum, my cousin, my friends, my juniors, THANKS FOR STAYING WITH ME ^^v !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Aainaa, my belove friend, congrats dear!&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;Belanja laa makan nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sarah, my partner of 'crime', congrats too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Miss Nadia, at least she remember you what?&lt;br /&gt;She don't remember your name, that's why she called you, Pinky!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should purple more often after this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to all my friends that were succeed in their SPM, congrats everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Still sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : In My Head - Brian Joo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-3741077721793164286?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/3741077721793164286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-result-tbc.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3741077721793164286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/3741077721793164286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-result-tbc.html' title='SPM Result (edited ver.)'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-6185220555734818049</id><published>2010-03-10T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:12:29.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='result'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>The moment soon will be here.&lt;br /&gt;Just another few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;Did I fully prepared to face it?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Do I able to bear &lt;i&gt;the pain of regrets&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be &lt;i&gt;the smile of success&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I just hoping that I am strong enough to laugh and enjoy the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Not a good mood obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : Blue Tomorrow (Korean Ver.) - Super Junior M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-6185220555734818049?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/6185220555734818049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6185220555734818049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/6185220555734818049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1041997913328825909</id><published>2010-03-07T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:02:51.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss the radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sukira'/><title type='text'>My mum and Me</title><content type='html'>I just remember something that my mum and me talked about few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Ada apa2 news ka?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Herm...nope. Takdak news pasal SuJu pun. (tengah google picture Kyuhyun)&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Kalau ada news pasal Ryeowook gitau ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ye2. Roger~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nak tengok tak picture baru Kyuhyun? Dia potong rambut dah! Smart seh~&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Boleh2.&lt;br /&gt;(tengok picture)&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Picture Ryeowook baru takdak ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ma, tengok video Eunhyuk dengan Leeteuk ni!&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Video Ryeowook jadi DJ kat Kiss The Radio takdak ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when my mum likes Super Junior? Wait2. SINCE WHEN SHE STARTED TO LIKE RYEOWOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Dila, AF start 13hb, SuJu mai 20hb. Entah2 nanti SuJu masuk dalam akademi. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wat??? No!! Saya buat kecoh dalam blog, facebook, semua nanti!&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Habislah channel @15....semua cerita pasal SuJu.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huhuh....Ma....janganlah hancurkan semangat saya...&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Tapi, depa bukan reti cakap Inggeris pun. Kena ada translator laa nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Me : MA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice conversation between a mother with her daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1041997913328825909?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1041997913328825909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mum-and-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1041997913328825909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1041997913328825909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mum-and-me.html' title='My mum and Me'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1079962294003545067</id><published>2010-03-06T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:09:32.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cho kyuhyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><title type='text'>Cross Country 2010</title><content type='html'>Today my school had its Cross Country 2010.&lt;br /&gt;This year the route had been added 0.4 km, compared to the usual, 4 km, only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Ex-Convent students, came to help.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nad, Aiai, DongHa, Tara, Jee Hsien, Roern, Janice, Tkah, Farah, and Sheh (did I lost anyone?) were the intruders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few moments of the day :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMMV7JtiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/itTF0nDo3Y0/s1600-h/DSCN0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMMV7JtiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/itTF0nDo3Y0/s320/DSCN0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMaB6iZPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/2No9rI7_W4g/s1600-h/DSCN0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMaB6iZPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/2No9rI7_W4g/s320/DSCN0236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMrfRAqqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BpM78f2n-Ms/s1600-h/DSCN0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMrfRAqqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BpM78f2n-Ms/s320/DSCN0214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5INCJbV29I/AAAAAAAAAko/tn7ieaUWzw4/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5INCJbV29I/AAAAAAAAAko/tn7ieaUWzw4/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More pictures, I mean, the edited ones, just go to my facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If want the unedited ones, please request it here or leave comments in my facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Add. photos of the day. Specially for NiniGreenPancake :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IOhLqKAdI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VczwONvNNhQ/s1600-h/icepluscoffeewp4897103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IOhLqKAdI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VczwONvNNhQ/s320/icepluscoffeewp4897103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IOwpM7_1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/67xIH1_6T-0/s1600-h/icepluscoffeewp4897105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IOwpM7_1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/67xIH1_6T-0/s320/icepluscoffeewp4897105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IO9Y758GI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2fGi0qsEzJ4/s1600-h/icepluscoffeewp489774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IO9Y758GI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2fGi0qsEzJ4/s320/icepluscoffeewp489774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bonus picture :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyuhyun's hand is on Seohyun's waist????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IPtqM0-gI/AAAAAAAAAlg/nOA_lCJ6kKI/s1600-h/img0078dq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IPtqM0-gI/AAAAAAAAAlg/nOA_lCJ6kKI/s640/img0078dq.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cr :- Iceplusscoffee.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1079962294003545067?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1079962294003545067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-country-2010.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1079962294003545067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1079962294003545067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-country-2010.html' title='Cross Country 2010'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S5IMMV7JtiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/itTF0nDo3Y0/s72-c/DSCN0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-612928541446118064</id><published>2010-03-04T17:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:09:52.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f(x)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sulli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siwon'/><title type='text'>Visitors. Letter. Hyukkie. And.....Wedding?</title><content type='html'>Today we got another visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday we got visitors from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;And, for today, they were from Kuala Nerang and Pahang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nadiah had to be an usher for the students.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God they all were younger than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got something today.&lt;br /&gt;Hermmm....&lt;br /&gt;Let say, I never thought that I will ever received something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I just do what I should do from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;It may cause a heartbreak, but, it's better than to live forward with lies.&lt;br /&gt;I had learnt that lesson before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless and suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;That's the main reason for what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add. Info. :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hyukkie is finally recovered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After diagnosed and confirmed with H1N1 virus, Super Junior Eunhyuk had to stop all his activities including his DJ-ing in Sukira. We've been informed that members Kyuhyun, Ryeowook and Sungmin have to replace him temporarily.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But scratch that&lt;/strike&gt;. Good news, Super Junior's dancing machine almost&amp;nbsp; recovered and will start to continue all his activities including Dj-ing in Sukira. He will be also present in Super Show Shanghai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cr :- DKpopNews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got something for all Siwon's fans. Plus to f(x) Sulli's fans!&lt;br /&gt;Their wedding photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S492QwyupnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AhAlXTwJdAo/s1600-h/15610b0e4b8df56d611719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S492QwyupnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AhAlXTwJdAo/s640/15610b0e4b8df56d611719.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S492fKnPedI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wCui2aLOQXY/s1600-h/20610b0e4b8df56c5bcbfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S492fKnPedI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wCui2aLOQXY/s640/20610b0e4b8df56c5bcbfd.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cr :- DKpopNews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : By Chance - Baby V.O.X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-612928541446118064?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/612928541446118064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/visitors-letter-hyukkie-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/612928541446118064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/612928541446118064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/visitors-letter-hyukkie-wedding.html' title='Visitors. Letter. Hyukkie. And.....Wedding?'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/S492QwyupnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AhAlXTwJdAo/s72-c/15610b0e4b8df56d611719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-1798739617279264396</id><published>2010-03-03T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:57:37.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel It?</title><content type='html'>Jeezzz....&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;What had I done again?&lt;br /&gt;The sudden change of mood.&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney's song, Opps! I Did It Again!, will suits me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current Music : Can You Feel My World - Wang Lee Hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-1798739617279264396?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/1798739617279264396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-feel-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1798739617279264396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/1798739617279264396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can You Feel It?'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864237378549311543.post-5043291172059790253</id><published>2010-03-02T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:36:15.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty-As-Charge</title><content type='html'>Who ever thought that someday I will do it?&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with the 1st one still continue until at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;It's very much different from the other two that I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Am I do it this right?&lt;br /&gt;Am I being selfish by doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a wrong decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friends for their opinions, their views.&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them blame me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yg ampa g ambk depa tue wat pa?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself also don't know the real reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard for me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will not make someone cry, but obviously it will make me a favor, which is, I shall have more anti fans than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty, though this is just "adik angkat and kakak angkat" things. &lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who started it, and I will end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my gifts from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd girl said that she let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current mood : Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Current music : 3 Malam Tanpa Bintang - Fiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/864237378549311543-5043291172059790253?l=the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/feeds/5043291172059790253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/guilty-as-charge.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5043291172059790253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/864237378549311543/posts/default/5043291172059790253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-life-of-ady.blogspot.com/2010/03/guilty-as-charge.html' title='Guilty-As-Charge'/><author><name>Ady.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14691520236468557979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CLdd9arJ9s/TUkCF9Ch3nI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XDS2gTRdPro/s220/Image008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
