<?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-933694763543661081</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:41:35.335+08:00</updated><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='not so random'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>my world is topsy-turvy</title><subtitle type='html'>life is a chance, grab it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3375524770378306866</id><published>2012-02-05T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:39:13.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>of being 23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam and Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As fast as lightning or in twinkling of an eye I am now *not officially 23! Honestly, I am not as happy counting numbers as the increasing numbers do. 23 should be only a couple of numbers but not for me. 23 means a lot of thing. Things that have occurred to me. Things that have made me, as myself. Most importantly a person who worth a living. As much I really want reveal secrets in my heart, as much that I have collected patience of being 23. After all, happy holiday again to everyone, now I am waiting for my exam result to be out and only that I'll update things with you guys. And this is 2012. Insya-Allah, I am going to make this year as my year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3375524770378306866?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3375524770378306866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3375524770378306866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3375524770378306866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3375524770378306866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-being-23.html' title='of being 23.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3280530466290259062</id><published>2012-01-30T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:05:19.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>the reason why i withdrew myself from the crowd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam and hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi guys. How are you feeling today? Hope everything is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I am in the middle of sweet holidays at my home sweet home. I didn't update about how well I have done my final examination right? Well, so far, alhamdulillah. I have done a very great job as I could. Now, the only thing that is left is to pray and tawakkal after all the efforts I have done. In this moment, I really wanted to thank several friends of mine who willingly to be with me during my study week. That have helped me a lot to understand certain complications about several particular subjects. Thanks a lot to &lt;b&gt;Kim, Kak Dayah, Dekbo, Kak Ekin, Dayah, Ana, and Jibah &lt;/b&gt;and several others. Thanks double triple to Kim coz you really helped me a lot. They indeed have enlightened me in several things that perhaps might lead me to some wrong answers if they were not there to help me. Thanks and love you. Only Allah can repay all the deeds you have poured towards me. Not forgotten to &lt;b&gt;Dian&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Jalilah&lt;/b&gt; for the notes and assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, overall, everything is fine. Hmm now let's move on to the real topic that I want to talk about. The reason why I withdrew myself from the crowd. Well, this issue is not a big one, but literally I find that some people are feeling uneasy about it. *Or maybe just a feeling? Nevermind. Whether it is an issue or not, I just want to express my part. I didn't expect anyone to read this, it's enough that I have released things that I really wanted to share. People who are close to me knew how I acted. So blunt, direct and maybe an emotional person. Huhu, I guess. Thing that everyone should notice about me is, I don't like people to instruct me to do things. I don't like to follow things that I don't like. In simple way to say is, I love to do things on my own. If you are my friends, it doesn't amount to "what you do, is what I need to do". Got it? It's what you want to do, is what you should do. Not me. I like to be independent. I don't like to stick around with the same old same old persons to be amounted of who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, don't get me wrong with the sentence guys. I hate people who misunderstood people's intention. Some might have said that, well that's her, she's always like that. I am sorry for that. But at least, AT LEAST, I didn't say bad things about you. *OFF TOPIC. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About 4,or 3 years ago I have activated my twitter account. But about 1 month ago, I have deactivated it and make another account. The reason? Well, I am not a public figure so that is not even an issue to deactivate twitter account? Why so fussy about it? Honestly speaking, I don't like people to see my annoying tweets because I am a person who tweets my feelings a lot. Some people try to interpret the hidden meanings behind the tweets and always got it wrong. I don't like to make people to be in some sort in the dark (am I the person she's talking about?, have I done wrong?) or even worse, some might fight the words back, which sounds so unprofessional. I am saying this because I wanted to make it easy to everyone, and for sure, for myself too. I want the world to be with me. I don't want to hate people. I want to be happy and to be loved by others. That is why, this is the best result. I tweet what I want, and only follow people whom I feel save to see my tweets. Sorry if any of you are not in my friends' list, it is because I need some privacy. Really appreciate if others can respect that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, I might cause that things that several don't like, well, hundreds might don't like yours too. I don't want to be a hater but, yeah, when I have deactiveated the account, other rumor starts to spread then. One thing I have learned in this world is that, we can't satisfy all needs. That's why, of what I think is the best, I do. I don't care anymore, all the buls*** thing that they want to say. Because in the end, they end up with nothing. Yeah, seriously, I have seen things, bad things some people put forward against me. I stand up on my own, with no one beside me, yeah ALONE... But you know what? I feel strong... because no matter how many crowd were against me, they can't never beat of a person who have faith in God. I doubt it.. doubt it.. really doubt it, years ago. But now, I have seen it, there's no reason for me to turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some say that shame on her, blah blah blah. But trust me guys, all that I do, is for the best thing for me and for all. I am not a person who likes to enjoy other peoples' sadness, even the persons are the ones that have done wrong to me. I am not such person. Seriously. But, I believe in me, there is no use to persuade you to agree with me. Like seriously. Anyway, I just want to tell you that, I am not afraid of anything. I am ready for anything. I can survive. Because I chose to. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys, always be positive and never let you dreams fade away before you try to grab it. Just try, at least TRY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;안녕!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;이싸리...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3280530466290259062?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3280530466290259062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3280530466290259062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3280530466290259062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3280530466290259062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2012/01/reason-why-i-withdrew-myself-from-crowd.html' title='the reason why i withdrew myself from the crowd.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2743745404114022891</id><published>2012-01-15T04:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:44:03.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>great friends of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As salam and hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahhhh, loga loga loga kan, loga sobab dah abis paper yang paling I takot sekali iaitu Civil Procedure dan juga Securities Law. Maklumlah, otak tak cepat pick up sangat dengan subjek menghafal procedure ni. Untunglah to those yang senang menghafal. Orang macam saya ni kena baca 5,6 kali baru lah paham. Gitu lah kaedahnya. And basically, I don't know of what accent I am using right now to express my expression. Eh ye ke English saya ni? I don't know lah lately, Bahasa dah berterabur, English tunggang langgang. Of what country I am living in huh? Koreannnn pun interframe bleh?? 안녕아심이카!  난 정말 대박! 난 먹어 싶었어. Maksudnya, "Hello, saya seorang yang hebat. Saya lapar/ Saya nak makan". Which is off-topic and xde kaitan langsung sebenarnya. ke ke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenarnya takde lah perkara cam penting pun nak tulis. Cuba ye lah bila dah bosan tu, memang ni lah kerjanya. Hihi, nasib lah ada blog kan, ada lah jugak tempat bercerita. Cam adalah jugak tempat untuk mengadu kan. Alahai sedih nya lah ayat. Nampak macam pathetic gila lah pulak. Hihi. Okay, sebenarnya ada nak tulis something which is pasal nya kawan-kawan. Ye lah, hidup ni kalau xde kawan bosan lah kan? Kawan tu penting lah untuk hidup seseorang sebab family jauh, kawan-kawan je yang ada untuk hilangkan rasa sunyi dalam hati ni. Bukanlah ape, kadang-kadang kita seakan-akan tak hargai nilai persahabatan tu, sebenarnya persahabatan tu besar nilainya dan tak boleh di jual beli pun. Hanya keikhlasan sahaja lah yang mampu mengawal betapa kukuh dan utuhnya sesebuah persahabatan tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bercakap pasal friendship ni, of course lah kan semua orang ada kawan ye x? Mana x nya, dari sekolah tadika sampai lah masuk Universiti dah besar panjang ni, juga berbagai-bagai ragam manusia. Macam-macam ragam dan perangai boleh jumpa. Itu namanya the art of life. Kalau semua orang perangai sama je, bosan plak ye x? hehe, Nak membangkitkan kenangan lama lah kan, when I was in high school, ramai kawan-kawan yang cecantik, and pepandai, mak aiiiih, memang terbaiklah kan. Bukanlah kata sekrang ni kawan-kawan xcantik or xpandai, cumanya ye lah kawan lama yang xjumpa, intonansi nye jadi len skett. hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adalah several friends of mine ni, teringat lah zaman dolu dolu. Selalu makan sesama, prep (kelas malam) sesama. Tak study xpe, yang penting nampak muka kat blok akademik. Gossip sesama, skodeng sesama. Makan sahur sesama, semua lah sesama. Kata duk asrama, makan pun benda yang sama lah kan. Sumber vitamin ke apa2 semuanya sama. Tp sekarang, lain -lain jadiknya.Ada yang jadik doktor, engineer, accountant, and lawyer (mcam saya lah) hihi. Tak dinafikan lah, sama sekolah dulu, ada respect lah seorang kawan ni. Dah lah cantik, pandai, well-mannered, sopan santun, agama pun ada. Semua lah lelaki cam suka dia, huhu, cam jeles pun ada *bukan jeleslah, cam adore lah.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mungkin bagi orang lain it sounds cam cliche ke whatsoever kan, tp for me, it's one of the best memories lah coz it has been carved on my mind and thus makes me be of who I am right now. To achieve of what the girls (several of them yg I adore) have achieved. Really wanted to be like them, to be respected, to be great, to stand up tall, and to be a real SOMEBODY. Phew, I am not exaggerating this, but yeah, they are really hardworking and wow the efforts they have made, undeniable superb. Somehow, I think of my self, why I can't be like them huh? I always told myself that I can't achieve up to their standard. They are too high-class to be compared with me, while I was such a small person, low-confident, lousy, loser and anything else in between. I was meant to be a loser kot? kot lahh. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I am almost 23 years old. Matured enough to think back of what I have seen and gone through. Sumpah betapa kecilnya minda when I set up such boundaries for myself not to achieve goals which are lots and lots of them. Such a pity girl I used to be aitte? Hmmmmm. Well, somehow I always make myself to think back that, if only I was this kind of me, I mean of who I am right now, the history might have changed kot? Kot lahhh hehe. Tgklah ayat semua nye cam tak konfident, grammar tunggang terbalik. Haish, ni namanya tension study!! Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, biarlah semua tu, kenangan, Usah dikenang, tak datang nye semula apa yang dikenang. Cumanya, I have just contacted several best friends of mine, ubat rindu, tu yang menggamit cerita lalu. Betul lah, bukan senang nak cari best friends kan? Susah, nak-nak, cari kawan yang dapat terima kita baik dan buruk. Untunglah I was awarded with not so many best friends, but worth having for lah. Hihi, happy sebab ada kawan yang sanggup susah senang bersama, kongsi masalah bersama. Dari kecil-kecil dulu, sampai sekarang, kekal lagi hubungan, untunglah ada best friends kan, duduk jauh xpe, boleh telefon, sms, skype ade, facebook ade. Okay merapu lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of great friends of mine that I adore, of course lah I love my best friends so much. Of lots of friends I have, I do adore the spirit that they have showed. It burns my spirit. It ignites the light to do better and be the bestest. Hmmmm though sometimes rasa goyah jugak, xpe, akan ku gagahkan diri untuk melangkahhhhhh, bak kata seorang politician terkenal negara, "LAWAN tetap LAWAN". Hehe, all the best to all, and pray for my last paper, PROFESSIONAL PRACTICE. Live well, all ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2743745404114022891?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2743745404114022891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2743745404114022891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2743745404114022891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2743745404114022891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2012/01/great-friends-of-mine.html' title='great friends of mine.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4757519576505378008</id><published>2012-01-14T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T03:55:25.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>i'll be back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Motif lah sangat topic entry saya pada kali ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually tgh dgr lagu i'll be back by 2pm hihi. OK, saje nak update that I have finished 5 law papers. Penat alreadyyyyyy, got 1 left which is professional practise. InsyaAllah will do my best for this paper alsoo, wish me luck friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4757519576505378008?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4757519576505378008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4757519576505378008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4757519576505378008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4757519576505378008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-be-back.html' title='i&apos;ll be back.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2590510524034690909</id><published>2011-12-29T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T03:54:25.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>kadang-kadang.</title><content type='html'>Bukanlah niat saya nak bagi tahu kat semua yang apa yang saya rasa,&lt;div&gt;Bukan juga niat saya nak menarik perhatian siapa-siapa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidak ada niat langsung untuk menagih simpati dari mata-mata yang ada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidak terlintas di fikiran untuk menjadi bualan orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumanya, kadang-kadang, ada satu perasaan yang tidak ditakdirkan untuk di pendam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab, kadang-kadang, ada satu rasa yang perlu diungkapkan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kerana ada intuisi yang tak mampu dihadamkan oleh diri-sendiri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab kadang-kadang, hati mungkin tak cukup kukuh seumpama tugu bila dihempas ombak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tahu dan pasti, saya tak mampu puaskan hati semua orang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau benar, itu pastinya terjadi hanya kadang-kadang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau saya mengukir senyuman, tak semuanya bersifat kadang-kadang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab, kadang-kadang saya rasa sayu bila saya senyum, jadi jangan percaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadang-kadang itu bersifat sementara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab memang secara lahiriah, kadang-kadang itu bukan satu perkara +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin exception to general rule? Mungkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab kadang-kadang hanya terdapat di dalam kamus pengecualian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa saya membebel perkara yang saya pun tak faham,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin sebab perasaan ini hanya datang kadang-kadang, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila? dimana? kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu saya pun tak tahu, sebab ianya hanya terjadi "kadang-kadang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin, entry macam ni hanya "kadang-kadang" je kot? =_="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2590510524034690909?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2590510524034690909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2590510524034690909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2590510524034690909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2590510524034690909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/12/kadang-kadang.html' title='kadang-kadang.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3217919736002156168</id><published>2011-12-27T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:36:32.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>정말 보고 싶었어!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;안녕하세요!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;난 이자티 니다. ㅎㅎㅎ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;조는, 말레이시아 사람. 난 한극오 정말 정말 좋아해요!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;지금, 난 엄마 보고 싶었어... ;'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;사랑해요 엄마, 앞파, 언니, 오빠...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;그럼, 잘자요~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3217919736002156168?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3217919736002156168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3217919736002156168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3217919736002156168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3217919736002156168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_27.html' title='정말 보고 싶었어!'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2134605649692754336</id><published>2011-12-26T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T04:32:31.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>너 때문에...</title><content type='html'>..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2134605649692754336?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2134605649692754336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2134605649692754336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2134605649692754336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2134605649692754336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='너 때문에...'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7344258917417219802</id><published>2011-12-24T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:13:08.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>of enduring this alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly speaking, I am in the middle of miserable state of mind. I can't think properly right now. I don't know what is exactly in my mind and what is exactly the problem in my heart. Everything seems uneasy, everything I do I feel something is wrong somewhere. People who looked at me, told me I look pale, why is that way? I don't know, in fact I am searching the answer. Preparing for final is the most integral part of all. Well, like I told everyone before, I am not genius, thus I need to study hard, oh no SMART! I can't waste so much time anymore. That is why I need to be very serious sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But when I do be serious, people are afraid of greeting myself, like a devil. My face will perfectly looks damn serious. When I am not serious, I will laugh my *** off. And that will make people feeling annoying of seeing me that happy. Truth is I am not GOD, can't satisfy the desire of everyone. Same goes to others, nobody's perfect. Yeah that's what we have been told since we were born. Of being this kind of miserable makes me to see my mom, dad and tokwan so bad. They are the true cure, no other. While others keep on throwing words, they are of giving advices, and that is what i want now. I don't know, I am feeling some sort of incomplete. I am lacking of something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of this sickness, of so much times I hate, of so much crowd, of so much things, I have endured and enduring, I just want one thing from God, and that is, strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7344258917417219802?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7344258917417219802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7344258917417219802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7344258917417219802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7344258917417219802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-enduring-this-alone.html' title='of enduring this alone.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2380920158177490898</id><published>2011-12-23T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:35:08.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam and hello to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa khabar semua? Harap-harap baik baik sahaja. It has been a while I didn't even care about my blog. I even forgot the fact that I have a blog! Haha. Well, honestly speaking, I really wanted to have a really good space for me to pour all my thoughts. At the moment, I am searching the perfect words and way to say the things that have been hidden in my heart. The funny thing right now is I am playing the song sang Jamal Abdillah called "Di sudut kamar hatiku". Memang kene lah sangat dengan my post entry kan? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of Jamal Abdillah, how many of you have never heard of his name? JAMAL ABDILLAH? I bet all Malaysians should have known his name kot. Suara satu dalam sejuta. Guess what? He came to UUM and sand about 4 songs! That was really a WOW. Truth is I am not a fan of Jamal Abdillah. But my dad is! My I was a kid, like 6 or 7, everyday I will listen to his song coz my dad loves him so much. Indirectly he made me to memorize all the songs sang by Jamal. I don't know whether it was a good thing or not, but the point is I can even recall every melody Jamal sings. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC2YHwQXivI/TvODyGBvs7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/LtpkzCHfDe0/s400/383935_2791461996124_1545622246_32769372_868265123_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689035650933699506" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is JAMAL ABDILLAH, to those who don't know! *What, kau xtau? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After he performed the four songs, he appeared in front main entrance of DMAS, for fan-signing event, *I guess, hihi. And I went! I queued up like two times! Ok, the first one is to get his signature, and after that, yeah like Oh my God, I forgot to take picture with him! Then there it goes, my face for second time, and got to snap a picture with him. When he signed his signature, I told him to write my dad's name. "Zakaria", he was like "Zakaria?", and I told him, "yes, Zakaria, it was my dad's name, he likes you so much!", and he smiles and writes it on! How happy I am and I know my dad will like it too! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha, I know to some people it may sounds cliche or maybe LAME? But I don't care, I like his voice, I don't think that we can find a person who has a great vocal like him. But yeah, just the voice. He is a total singer. Now, I know why my dad loves him so much and why girls are head over heels towards him! But no, I am not in love with him yeahhh, haha. I am in love with somebody else.. *shhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay now, please get back to something which is more interesting... perhaps? What do you think of something interesting, coz sadly I don't find any, and if it does, I barely can't remember. Oh how pathetic I am aitte? I really need some refreshment, like I mentioned before, vacation? But with whom should I go? I want to go to somewhere, quiet, peace, lovely, full of serenity and the place where I can smell eternal happiness. The question is where? Where? In my dream! Haha ok I am feeling very sleepy. Need to settle up few assignments before start focusing to my final exam! Wish me luck!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow6NEoQFiYI/TvODbEb0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/YKiwW0tKggs/s400/tumblr_ltkljq7Jfo1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689035255369188210" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2380920158177490898?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2380920158177490898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2380920158177490898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2380920158177490898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2380920158177490898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/12/salam-and-hello-to-all-apa-khabar-semua.html' title=''/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC2YHwQXivI/TvODyGBvs7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/LtpkzCHfDe0/s72-c/383935_2791461996124_1545622246_32769372_868265123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4744898947326017441</id><published>2011-12-05T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:35:41.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh great right! Seriously, I am missing my blog like I am missing myself, and hello to all. Nothing more to say, it just I really wanna have a very nice vacation. Hmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ZxdZaDqbE/TuugDOuTwvI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EuzDKCveUhc/s1600/tumblr_lv2jl221O61qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ZxdZaDqbE/TuugDOuTwvI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EuzDKCveUhc/s400/tumblr_lv2jl221O61qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686814931837764338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4744898947326017441?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4744898947326017441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4744898947326017441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4744898947326017441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4744898947326017441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ZxdZaDqbE/TuugDOuTwvI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EuzDKCveUhc/s72-c/tumblr_lv2jl221O61qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8850528333437523972</id><published>2011-10-27T02:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:06:00.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>a perfect birthday ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-763pRU15Zzo/Tql4E0W4e6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/2QBE6XnzAj4/s1600/DSC03144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-763pRU15Zzo/Tql4E0W4e6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/2QBE6XnzAj4/s400/DSC03144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668193630191909794" /&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: justify;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello all. Hey guyssss!  Guess how thrilled I am right now. Today is my birthdayy and I fall in love with the song by Justin Bieber - Mistletoe heheh. That's the very song that I am in love at the very moment. Talking about songs, it's very hard to find a song that suits you the most aite? Calculating of the songs that I used to listen and listening, it almost uncounted. Infinity. Well, that's not the issue somehow, thing is a melody of a song could make you somehow swing following every rhythm of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's the most beautiful time of the year, lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer, I should be playing in the winter snow, but I'ma be under the mistletoe"&lt;/i&gt; - Justin Bieber 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about birthday, honestly speaking, I am not expecting anything from it. Birthday is just a simple day with the same thing happened in every single day of my life. However, sometimes things always come to me without any anticipation. Haven't you heard of surprises come when you expected it? When I wait, it won't come. When I don't? Guess what, happiness chased me even when I am running. Still and always, everyday I live my life with the beating of my surviving dreams living in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the very journey of mine, I never even give a glance to the word of "give up". Because for me, the only thing that making me survive is Allah. Sometimes, in order for us to achieve what we really wanted, we need to sacrifice things. When you do finally get what you want, the problem is there’s always someone who’s trying to take it away.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that things aren’t exactly what we think they are. Maybe it’s better sometimes to just get what you need. Sometimes I do seem lonely and broken hearted in every single eyes who have a look at me, seriously it's the right of everybody. But trust me, if that's the bestest way of living this life, believe it or not, I am the most happiest person in the world. To all, be grateful of who are and what you have, that's the real meaning of satisfaction. A key to eternal happiness =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After-all guys, I am officially 22 years old. Happy Birthday Izzati, hoping for the best for myself. My dreams... I will always make it mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8850528333437523972?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8850528333437523972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8850528333437523972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8850528333437523972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8850528333437523972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-birthday.html' title='a perfect birthday ;)'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-763pRU15Zzo/Tql4E0W4e6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/2QBE6XnzAj4/s72-c/DSC03144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8296280172747264484</id><published>2011-09-30T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:04:10.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>it just nothing.</title><content type='html'>I'm an apple with such flawless red skin with unknown inside until you peeled it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8296280172747264484?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8296280172747264484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8296280172747264484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8296280172747264484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8296280172747264484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-just-nothing.html' title='it just nothing.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8288278408125807078</id><published>2011-09-14T13:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:37:06.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>mission accomplished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several months ago I've tweeted something at my twitter account. Wishing of a mission to be accomplished. At that time I was that kind of a person who were very very determined about something that I really wanted. The used to be me was very insecure, would really I can get what I really wanted? Can I achieve that? Will every single effort I made won't be wasteless?  But now, not anymore. So, guess what? Mission accomplished. What mission? I think I shouldn't mention it here right now. Don't know why I'm being this kind of secretive, but I'll tell you soon yeah? Haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now yeah, my mission is accomplished. I am not going to elaborate more on about my mission. Things to ponder are a lot actually. The more I refuse to write the more things are going to be floating stress-fully in my mind. The more I let it be silent, the more it wanted to come out. The life that I am riding right now is the kind of everybody's life. But the way I treated my life undoubtedly is of not the same as others. I have my own way of determining mine. I would like to share something that really touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, not long time ago, I helped several friends of mine, when they were really in need. Due to time constraint they were like literally can't solve the problem by them selves. I, with full of sincerity, of not expecting for them to repay back all the efforts that I have made to help them, have made a decision to give my very best to make sure that they will get what they truly wanted. I didn't care what it would cost, because for me, I have my own principle, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"whenever people are seeking for help, help them, for Allah will repay you double or triple than that".&lt;/span&gt; Well, that's what I have in myself. That's not the case somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me the happiest person in the world is that, that people (several of them), thanking to me when they met me. Hearing that they were very thankful for having my help during the moment. I may were left unappreciated long time ago, but I didn't even mumble because I know every single thing that happened is not from the person him/herself. But from God. That's why when they were asking for my help, I helped. It's all for the sake of my responsibilities to God. When we think through the eyes of responsibilities, when your heart is clean and faithfully to Allah, I assured that every thing that we do, will not be ended up with regrets &amp;amp; vengeance. The kind of person that I used to be, I were maybe left with words "thanks" unsaid, but I know they will come to me back for sure, and if they weren't, they will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I came out with this sentimental element is not because of the intention to show how good person I am. It's because how the reward of patience came to me unexpectedly. How people appreciat you, how they will carry your name when you are gone, how they are going to remember you as your deeds towards them. I have never regretted of my helps to them. Although I might not be given the same treatment like I did. Thing for sure I am glad. I have heard of the sayings&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to be a person in remembrance of others only in two types, BAD one or GOOD one, be a good one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only to your family or best friends, but other people. People will know my name, but the kind of memory I left to them is all depends on what I did towards them. With the awareness that I possessed, the desire to be a good one will always on top and always be my priority. But one thing for sure, I am not the kind of person who chase the name or popularity. I let it be that way. If we are good, people will automatically see you as a talented, good, superb and nice person. Or if we are otherwise, people will see as what you are portraying. By being a hypocrite or trying to be centre of attention are not the way to shine yourself. Be YOU! People will acknowledge. For me, sincerity is the key. I know not all people like me, but who cares, not everybody likes you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thankss for reading. Food for thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;mcr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8288278408125807078?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8288278408125807078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8288278408125807078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8288278408125807078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8288278408125807078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7430540679157231516</id><published>2011-09-07T06:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:26:20.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>yup, that was me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi friends, or whoever, that  reads. Thanks. Thing to be brought up here today is something that has been in my mind like forever. The more I feel like skipping, the more it has been left un-skipped. Well, for certain friends that are close to me, they knew. If in others's eyes I looked rude, self-sentence, outspoken, heartless, careless, and so on that reduce the  quality of manners of a person, but for this my best  friend of mine, she/he(?) sees me nothing on that. Yeah, all those things are me, but if you know me well, you see what's the inside first. I'm not persuading you to adore me, it's nothing like that, well, just a matter of fact from my eyes. This sentence made me miss one of my best friends, it's hard to find a friend like  you. You know who you are. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that's not the case guys! Again I mumbled nonsense. I was bored yesterday, due to that fact, I scrolled back all those immature entries of mine. I was like WHOA~?! How old were you? Haha, it sounded like I was 17 or 16? Thing is, I write my entries late at night, like a nocturnal creature. Most of my entries were written at my lovely university. The place that taught me to be an independent one. Whenever I am feeling  alone, I write. When I feel sad, I write. Sometimes, my mood swings, well you can tell by looking at the tone of my words. Somehow, through my conscience, I literally wanted to say that those things were stupid, ridiculous, and nonsense. But rationally thinking, those things were me, those stupid things used to be my words, that  ridiculous immature kid was me and permanently can't be erased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was that person, who fell down upon this pretty world. I was that person who failed. I was that person who hates. I was the one who were ignorant. I used to be a selfish &amp;amp; self-absorbed whore. I was that girl with an ugly mask who tells lies. I was the one left the most important one in my life for a useless one. Yuppp, that was me. No one else but me. Everything is easy, what goes around comes around. I hate, thus people hate me back. I noticed that, thus no point of getting angry to them. Terima sahajalah~ Regretting the pasts are nonsense, you are not getting anything. Mend it, correct it and make it right. Here I am, a strong woman. That's what Allah has planned to be happened to me and I concurred that warm-heartedly. Be that way k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Living in this world, mistakes and trouble are our friends. We can't run from it, because they will always keep chasing. Hihi, well all these words are my words. No such thing to tell others that the burdens are killing me. I am enjoying it, for every single of the test will be granted by Allah soon. Have faith in Allah and yourself. Ok guys, no one can make you happy except yourself. You are the only one that determine your happiness. Right? Positive and  be productive =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annyoung~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7430540679157231516?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7430540679157231516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7430540679157231516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7430540679157231516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7430540679157231516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/09/yup-that-was-me.html' title='yup, that was me.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3240055438162526060</id><published>2011-09-05T00:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:11:14.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>Hey, it's my raya! Like really? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2wYdHdEOg0/TmO8b7PRAzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/zqm6FbTcbOs/s400/DSC01904.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648565545596945202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-0uY609IPk/TmO6kJAThdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bjIJDHMUQrU/s1600/DSC00301resize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Assalamualaikum and greetings to all.&lt;/span&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: justify;"&gt;Wahhh, it has been a longgggg long long time I haven't updated my blog. I miss you really! Hahah, speechless. Wait gimme a sec to handle this nervousness. *Deep breathe.. inhale exhale*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha, funny. Okayla dearies, I know some of my friends are waiting for my entry. Ye lah, to know our friends' updates kan. Me too, me want to know you guys' things too. The reason why I have landed safely in here is to share my moments during raya time. Alhamdulillah, after a month of fasting, here we are, at the month of Syawal, a month of forgiving between us human beings. I am very proud of myself of being able to fulfil the month of Ramadhan and also to perform solat sunat Aidilfitri at the very morning of Syawal. Syukur &amp;amp; syukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people might not have known of my Tok Wan's knee surgery. Well, on 9th of August 2011, my grandmother went for knee surgery for she has faced with osteoarthritis. It is a form of mechanical abnormalities involving degradation of joints . So basically the symptoms are joints pain, tenderness and stiffness. The people who are facing with this kind of disease will basically can't walk properly because he/she will eventually end up with facing it with pain around the parts of the complication. So my grandmother can't walk properly for she will feel pain around the knee area. Having investigated that, so my mom decided to bring her to Sime Darby Medical Centre at Subang Jaya, to meet this one talented and great orthopaedic surgeon, Dr. Tai Cheh Chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was graduated for his degree at University of Cambridge, UK and went for several other prgrams until he has reached the title of surgeon. He has the speciality of orthopedic surgery including arthroscopy, hip surgery, knee surgery and many more. I did meet him and talked about the surgery that he had done for nearly 4 hours at the surgery theatre. At first I was so nervous,worrying about the condition of my grandmother, will she be okay? I was so depressed, and I did cry for several days after the surgery had completed. Seeing my grandmother lying on the bed for several days without doing anything making me feeling bad and sad. But alhamdulillah, the month of Ramadhan, with full of bless from Allah, I did pray for her safety and praying for her to get well soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, almost several weeks passed, Tok Wan's getting better, she can walk by herself, but still she needs to under go the physiotherapy session to strengthen back her muscles so that she can walk without her stick. Maybe some of you don't know that Tok Wan is very close to me for I will consume the holidays during my childhood at her home. She taught me reading Al-Quran so on. I love her very much. That's why everything about her mind me so much. To all,pray for my Tok Wan health condition kkk! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okayyy, here it goes the month of Ramadhan with beautiful challenges to all of my family members, now we can carve smile widely because we are so happy to be with our big familiess! This RAYA is the most happiest moment for me for I know that I have attained the of maturity of being a human being. Having 2 kids around, Faiq &amp;amp; Fahim made me feel almost perfect as a person. They were so funny and entertained us a lot. With of not so pretty journey that I have faced, well, you too, sometimes, the preciousness of great moment can't even be vaporised for it will carved in our minds like forever. We ain't machine or computer, orrrr Ipad? Iphone? Haha that-so-called smart phones. Nahh, we ain't that. We are human beings, creatures with more like them, better, greater, powerful than machines. The memories we have consumed, won't diminish until it has supposed to be ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yah! I've heard several friends of mine successfully performed their akad nikah, Congratulations! May happiness be with all of you. Btw, yesterdayy, I went for my friends' open houses. My old mates, long time no see. Kinda miss them so much. Best greetings from me to all of you around the world. Whoever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until thenn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3240055438162526060?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3240055438162526060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3240055438162526060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3240055438162526060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3240055438162526060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-its-my-raya-like-really.html' title='Hey, it&apos;s my raya! Like really? =)'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2wYdHdEOg0/TmO8b7PRAzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/zqm6FbTcbOs/s72-c/DSC01904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1357508340734278002</id><published>2011-08-06T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:47:11.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no words.</title><content type='html'>Salam and Hi to all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inilah akibatnya bila sudah lama tak menulis. Dah wordless to describe the greatness of living. Well, Selamat Menyambut Rmadhan Al-Mubarak to all. i'll update a new one later. =))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1357508340734278002?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1357508340734278002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1357508340734278002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1357508340734278002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1357508340734278002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-words.html' title='no words.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6962060783799270778</id><published>2011-07-07T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:06:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bahasa kita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm.. semalam ada terbaca pasal penggunaan bahasa inggeris mengatasi bahasa melayu. Penulis akhbar tu tulis, masyarakat malaysia  yang tidak pandai bertutur bahasa inggeris akan dipandang remeh oleh yang lain. Betul jugak kan? Kalau tengok kat Korea, masyarakat mereka tak malu langsung tak pandai berbahasa inggeris, malah memartabat bahasa mereka sendiri. Bukanlah jadi satu kesalahan untuk tidak pandai bertutur di dalam bahasa inggeris sebenarnya, cuma apabila kita menguasainya, ia merupakan satu kelebihan di mana kita boleh berinteraksi dengan masyarakat antarabangsa. Cumanya, bila ada golongan yang memperlekehkan mereka yang kurang fasih, itu merupakan perkara yang menyedihkan. Maksudnya pemikiran kita masih dijajah oleh British.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, saya pun sama juga. Saya lebih menggemarkan untuk menulis di dalam bahasa inggeris kerana sudah terbiasa. Cuma bila terbaca tentang artikel ni, rasa macam terasa lah sikit. Bagus artikel ni, memberi kesedaran kepada bangsa melayu sendiri. Kenapa nak sanjung bahasa asing? Bahasa kebangsaan kan ada betul?? Cuma tak salah kita berbahasa inggeris, ia merupakan satu kelebihan... Peringatan untuk diri sendiri..  Hm... Bahasa Malaysia bahasa kita =))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annyoung *korean plak??? =_="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6962060783799270778?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6962060783799270778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6962060783799270778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6962060783799270778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6962060783799270778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/07/bahasa-kita.html' title='bahasa kita.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5334004324644923002</id><published>2011-06-21T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T02:04:11.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>result.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahh, it has been a a while. Lots of things changed seriously. Thing I remembered the most is that, a person that I used to be a year ago. Can't imagine, time flies so fast, I even couldn't chase or grab it back. Okay back to the main topic now. What I'm going to talk about is regarding my final examination result. Guess what, it matched with my expectation! First of all, Alhamdulillah syukur. Allah heard my doa. I have prayed for a long time, and he answered me already. I could never ever demanding for something BIG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's quite random since people are thanking to God for their excellent results. Well, congratulations for all the fighters who managed to achieve their goals. For me, I've always said to my self, "For whatever reason, do your best, regardless how less-confident you are for that mission". Because of that, I never ever tired of fighting, although sometimes I sigh a little. You know what made me strong? Because I let my positive aura conquered my soul. For reasons that may crash me down, I'll scratch it with whispers "I am a fighter, and words never ever bring me down." So, it went well? I did my very best and grateful. Chukkahae Izzati-sssi, I hope that you can reach the top one day!! Fighting!!!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5334004324644923002?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5334004324644923002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5334004324644923002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5334004324644923002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5334004324644923002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/06/result.html' title='result.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2222685837016824327</id><published>2011-06-03T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:47:56.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>i guess i am more human now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello dearieees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time is it? Holidayssss are making me boring. Hm, I guess I will let this boredom exceeds its limit. Only then I'll do something. I've watched the whole season one of Dream High. Got it from a friend of mine. Since, there were 4 2pm's members in that drama, it makes me feel triggered to finish it all. One thing that I have acquired from that drama is, the art of living. Some of the quotations that I could remember is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Someone who can't applaud for his friend's success, someone who can't sincerely be happy for his friend's happiness, his heart is already in HELL"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, honestly speaking Korean Drama isn't my cup of tea for the time being, but I kept on watching them somehow. For the said words, I do believe in that. Occurred in my life, I used to be the person who are living in hell for some period of time. But not anymore, you know why? Because I don't easily get disturbed of other's happiness and success. I do feel happy because it's all have written, that's an award for the hardworkingness. I've stumbled upon of certain people who always feelin uneasy of other's happiness and whatnot. I feel sorryy for them for not being being able to escape from hell. My sincere advice is, please just be happy of your friends' happiness and success. Don't talk too much of the negative things of others unless it does affect you routine lives. I am not perfect either but in order to achieve happiness, it's that thing that we need to instil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, I could care less of what people have achieved, for I do believe that, it is something that he/she had deserved to acquire. Why bother so much? Right, just let the person of success be. I'd rather not to interfere of other's people business is not because I didn't care it all, it's because I'd like it that way to congratulate them in silent. I might not express it but I do feel happy and kept on congratulating in my heart. People who have appeared in my heart, would be that kind of person whom some part of them that I'd really wanted to possess. Some people said to me that I am an egoist. And yes, 100% true and I am not mad of the fact. That's why I hardly praise people, once I have praised, the person is really something since I am not good enough at praising and I am feeling awkward while doing it. Funny? Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Islam, Allah has mentioned that: &lt;i&gt;"To those who are feeling grateful for all of the rezekis that He has granted, He will add it some more".&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? It has the same meaning if we could see it from different dimensions. What happened to those who are acting otherwise, definitely Allah will grab back and reduce the rezekis to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm.. Oprah Winfrey once said that &lt;i&gt;"Be thankful for what yoou have, you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow I still think that lots of people would have agreed with the statement but only quarter did it in their routine lives? Well, only you have the answer! Khamsamida for readingggg =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-norizzati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2222685837016824327?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2222685837016824327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2222685837016824327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2222685837016824327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2222685837016824327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-guess-i-am-more-human-now.html' title='i guess i am more human now.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7571022804247432262</id><published>2011-05-01T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:02:16.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>i am me, i am not somebody else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounds weird. Lol! I can't spend lots of my time in here at this time being. Lots of thing to be done. Anyhow, I need to write something right? My fingers just don't work like they are used to be before. Hm.. I'm wondering why. Don't know how to say to anyone. People might not understand. Thus, I chose only God to have known the things I am facing and gone through. This isn't a sad story ya, this is something which is hard to be told. I am just being okay and splendid. Thing is, happier than I have expected me to be. Now I am going to do my very best for finals. Who says that I am being ignorance to my studies? I used to do that but just for a while. Neways thanks yeah for viewing. Catch me up soon okay? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7571022804247432262?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7571022804247432262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7571022804247432262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7571022804247432262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7571022804247432262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-me-i-am-not-somebody-else.html' title='i am me, i am not somebody else.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3147521274408909473</id><published>2011-04-19T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:57:42.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love ♥</title><content type='html'>Maybe this isn't good news for some people who secretly love me *haha joking LOL*. But it really is. But I am not gonna tell you. =) Happy falling in love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;izzati.&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/933694763543661081-3147521274408909473?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3147521274408909473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3147521274408909473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3147521274408909473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3147521274408909473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-in-love.html' title='i&apos;m in love ♥'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-831775971670727934</id><published>2011-04-19T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:09:18.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>statement kurang senang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Btw, I could be the kindest person in the world if you treated me well, however, on the contrary, I could be the most demonic person at the same time if you dumped me well. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love me, coz I'll love you back. Hate me, coz I could care less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Night. With love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Izzati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-831775971670727934?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/831775971670727934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=831775971670727934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/831775971670727934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/831775971670727934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/04/statement-kurang-senang.html' title='statement kurang senang.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2158994231440270411</id><published>2011-03-30T01:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:14:11.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>ALSA Conference : A recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTlHfLwAbio/TZJCXul64AI/AAAAAAAAArk/eDxJ-FmCR1s/s1600/P1010472.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTlHfLwAbio/TZJCXul64AI/AAAAAAAAArk/eDxJ-FmCR1s/s400/P1010472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589603062931709954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTlHfLwAbio/TZJCXul64AI/AAAAAAAAArk/eDxJ-FmCR1s/s1600/P1010472.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and hi alls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay no moody or mushy stuffs anymore. Let's neutralize things. So here's the thing. On 12th of March, UKM had organized the Leaders Summit: Asian Law Students' Association (ALSA) Conference. The topic the of the day was "Contemporary Issues faced by Law Students as a community". Basically this conference gathered all law schools throughout Malaysia. There were 10 law schools on that particular day and UUM is one the universities involved in this prestigious event. I am so proud to be one of the delegates representing my university in voicing out our opinion with regards of the said issue as above. My decision to join the conference was indeed a right choice for it has changed not only my perspective with regards of academic future and career but also a new vision of life as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The event started with the official speech by our Chief Justice Malaysia, Yang Amat Arif Tun Dato' Seri Zaki Tun Azmi. He's a soft-spoken one. I adore the way he brings himself. I have paid my full attention during his speech which he once said that "in order to be on top, there's no short-cuts". This sentence summed up the whole complications with regards of our life. Here's the thing, as  a law student, myself, I know it is very hard to maintain the level of consistencies and concentration during our studies. He sounds like he's very friendly plus he also has a very good sense of humour. He is of the opinion that number of lawyers are planning to be reduced, perhaps from 10 to 2 persons only. This is because "A lawyer is a respectable profession". However, what we can see nowadays, most of new lawyers are lack of lawyering skills and lack of discipline. This is not good since it will eventually caused bad reputation on the part of the whole societies of legal practitioner. In order to become a good lawyer, one must remember to maintain his level of honesty to make sure that he will always in the right path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, there he goes our next speaker by Mr. Fahri Azzat, one of the authors from LoyarBurok website. He has given his talk with regards on the topic of "Going Beyond the Boundaries of Law School." I like the way he expressed his view on several aspects of life. One thing to remember the most is that "The more you do, the more you get". He urges to all of the students to pursue what we like the most. For him, he enjoys writing, thus he practiced it into his life. And guess what, he ends up as a very talented writer and his writings are masterpiece, seriously. To answer the question perfectly, how do we go beyond law school? Basically, he says that, you must do something other than law. Yup, I seconded to that point. For me, I don't want to be bound or stick around with law books for the rest of my life. Thus, the only way to distract myself form being stressful looking at bundle of cases and articles, I'll drag myself to do something that I have put my passion of. That is writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVI2Ol04OQI/TZJC2GoQJwI/AAAAAAAAArs/PKQ1VApJ6HA/s400/P1010479.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589603584780019458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, people, I have encountered several acquaintances of mine which they themselves found to be unhappy with bundle of cases so on and so forth. My opinion is that, please find something that would have made you happy instead of going with the flow of loneliness or boredom. I have sort of had experienced those problems also, and I ended up writing something that worth to be read. In order to be someone extra-ordinary, we must do one step forward from anyone else. I have my own principle, which is that I stand for my own opinion, won't accept others unless it is proven better than mine. The speaker also indicates that "If somebody says to you that you CAN'T DO IT, you know what?, DO IT!". If you are always depending on people, you are helpless. In order to prevent that from being happened is that STOP thinking about FAILURE. Whenever you say "NO" to something, you are putting a barrier in front of you. The reason why failure always occurred is that, we need to concur the fact that, development is progressive, it moves slowly, and after that it will be better, and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The definition of failure is magnificent guys. It is because, failure doesn't mean that you are a failure. It means that, there's a next time. Failure is only an obstacle to cause to fail. The most thing that matters is that how do you deal with challenges and people. For instance, when you are cooking, it is your social skills matters the most rather than your theory skills. See that, effort, curiosity and the determination to change will help your stairs to the land of victory. The sweetness of victory won't come in twinkling of an eye, it will slowly creeps to you. That's why, in everything we do, in order to achieve the best out of the best, we don't need to rush but to pay the price of PATIENCE. People, if you are good enough, the job will be waiting for you without the needing of seeking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last point that he has opined is that in order to become somebody, attitude is the key. If you don't have the right attitude, you are having a very serious problem. Attitude informs you about the abilities that you might have possessed. To build a very outstanding attitude, these four elements must be amalgamated with each other in order to successfully produce an OUTSTANDING law student. They are : COURAGE, FEARLESS, DILIGENCE, &amp;amp; CURIOSITY. These main elements are of the integral parts and must be existed in yourself, so that you have no problem in managing yourself. Lastly, he ends up his speech with his own words "Live freely, live fearlessly, follow you heart, follow your bliss, for eventually the world will follow you back." Well, guess what, eloquently put! I adore the way he lets his mind be operated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To you guys, don't put barriers or boundaries in front of you because we deserve to win in every single dream that we longed for. Being as one of the participants of the Conference, is one of the most rightful choice I have ever made. I have made several acquaintances after getting back from the Conference. One thing for sure, my view, is BROADENED. A desire to move forward, to be better, to be somebody, and to be outstanding has been planted in the small heart of mine. Alhamdulillah, a gift from GOD which cannot be replaced by any other. But only through experience. That is me, the more people said that I can't do it, THE MORE I DO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all for today, have wonderful days forward guys. Hoping all of you to be the best out of the BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixx3OQ1EVOE/TZJFssVGAVI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5vc9ja4OIiQ/s400/P1010484.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589606721636401490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Universiti Utara Malaysia delegates &amp;amp; Multimedia University delegates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jazakallah Khair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-norizzatiz. 30th March 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2158994231440270411?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2158994231440270411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2158994231440270411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2158994231440270411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2158994231440270411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/03/alsa-conference-recap.html' title='ALSA Conference : A recap.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTlHfLwAbio/TZJCXul64AI/AAAAAAAAArk/eDxJ-FmCR1s/s72-c/P1010472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6326945730807809218</id><published>2011-03-28T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T01:19:06.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple advice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi and greetings to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's funny you know when all that you wanted to hear from friends are good things. But it came out to be something worse instead. Never mind, before that, just to make it clear to all my friends, this is a medium for me to express my thoughts and feelings. If there is any of my entry that be regarded as offensive, I am so sorry, that is never of my intention. I am a person who has a very fragile heart. I'll treat person on how they have treated me. Don't be mad if my acting is way too harsh, there might be something wrong that you have done. It's not a matter of choice, but it is a matter of trust. Again, there's another thing that I want to get people noted about myself. I am a person who lacks of everything. I am far away from perfect. Neither noble nor pure. I am a human being also with the same functions of heart and mind which have been possessed by millions of others. That is never the issue somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a person who love friendship the most. I have emphasized lots of time in my blog about this. If there's anything wrong with me, confront. Direct to me. No need to murmur and mumbling those stupid things that might have added sins towards yourself. I am okay, but if too much words have been put forward on me and too much accusations, I am afraid that I could not forgive it all. So, please. If you are a friend of mine, come to me. See, I am direct person. I admitted, I did wrong. I am not an egoist to deny my wrongdoings. If there are people who afraid that I'll be "sentap" of "teguran", that is rubbish. I'll curse people who accuse me nonsense thing behind my back superior than that. Don't be a coward lah.  I am not GOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;norizzatiz. 28th March 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6326945730807809218?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6326945730807809218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6326945730807809218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6326945730807809218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6326945730807809218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-advice.html' title='a simple advice.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8287018636113709862</id><published>2011-03-26T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:10:43.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to be told : as promised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and greetings to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's everybody doing? Things got pretty boring lately. And I? Had lost all my passion all over again. My enthusiasm is gone. Which I used to be very eager to do something that I love the most. Writing... is my passion. Seriously, right now, at the very moment, I chose to ignite the light so that I can start a brand new chapter of my life. So here, there it goes. A new chapter of my life has begun. A new spirit with a new determination to survive a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here, I am back for numbers of time after I had been strangled by these-co-called sort of tests from God. I am okay, literally. No, seriously I am good. Yet I am not certain about my conscience. What she says undoubtedly cannot be uttered because what would have be spoken by me is controlled by my notion. Lucky me because I am insanely sane. I have told you like thousands of time that I swear that I would be someone better not bestest. Coz I would never be. See? No one would have understood what have been written by me right now. The gists are too complicated to be interpreted. Okay okay, I'll put my words straightforward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Random people also asked me &lt;i&gt;"You... like SERIOUSLY serious are strong&lt;/i&gt;". And yes, I admitted. How cool is that huh? Can you imagine how strong a person could be? Like tons of fish in the water? Or bundle of tears? Maybe? You see, thing like this cannot be just illustrated or imagined. It will never be the same as you had never experienced the same thing. At first it's kinda weird when people keep on murmuring this thing like all over again. Everywhere and anywhere I go. Please lah, I am okay. Things got much complicated to sail for the future. It's far away ahead of us but never mind, I'll reach that level of my life ONLY if Allah permits me to do so. We will never know when and where we die right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when we talked about random things, randomly picked quotations from various sources have made me become someone whom I respected the most. If that would be something that human beings seek for, me, my self chose to respect myself instead of pleading or begging to anyone else to respect me. That is how I chose my life to work. Thing is, it is never my intention to brag and if that is being floated in your mind, guys, it's okay. None taken. Throughout my precious years, I have never met anyone who could just slaps away those unimportant things of life be set aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tons of people would have killed or regretted things like a life had just ended. No way, no such thing would be happened in my life. This precious gift from God must not be wasted. C'mon lah, it's only once in your life. Why would you throw it away without using your own mind? Don't be a moron seriously, because we have the guts. It's a matter of you want it or you don't. It's a matter of your PASSION. Passion about what you really longed for. That's the key. A key to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, that's all. A brand new beginning. Will update later. With new stories to recap. Love you guys. Jazakallah khair for reading my entry. Appreciate it alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-norizzatiz, 26th March 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8287018636113709862?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8287018636113709862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8287018636113709862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8287018636113709862'/><link rel='self' 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told!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, just hang on a little =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izzati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8663687707786904101?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8663687707786904101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8663687707786904101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8663687707786904101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8663687707786904101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh.html' title='oh!'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1493257082858249799</id><published>2011-02-18T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:16:20.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>sebenarnya.</title><content type='html'>ada sesuatu yang kita tak nampak sebab perkara itu tak dapat lihat dari luarnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1493257082858249799?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5995138272146653216</id><published>2011-02-15T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:25:55.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi =)</title><content type='html'>As salam,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya banyakk sangat nak tulis. After all, I do agree that tears are words which heart can't say. Just wait. Anyhow, I am happy. Smileeee and be positive 24/7 =))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak bagi hadiah gambar satu. Heee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqYU0pUHMso/TVnH6GbJ2AI/AAAAAAAAApY/PXD6v7UWegg/s400/smile.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573705814818543618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5995138272146653216?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5995138272146653216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5995138272146653216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5995138272146653216'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u7Y6-1Dvjc/TVgNLDWR2vI/AAAAAAAAApI/4XXKZCPcsdc/s1600/tumblr_lbmt1rQAfm1qdwh8vo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u7Y6-1Dvjc/TVgNLDWR2vI/AAAAAAAAApI/4XXKZCPcsdc/s400/tumblr_lbmt1rQAfm1qdwh8vo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573219022399462130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u7Y6-1Dvjc/TVgNLDWR2vI/AAAAAAAAApI/4XXKZCPcsdc/s1600/tumblr_lbmt1rQAfm1qdwh8vo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whatever we do, every step that we take, every breath that we breathe, is done for, because of, and through the essence of, the One who has created us"&lt;/i&gt; - Sabrinajali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqa3jwqpxiU/TVgMOySg6pI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0oFkabHZdjg/s1600/tumblr_lbxa34F12y1qaamrmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqa3jwqpxiU/TVgMOySg6pI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0oFkabHZdjg/s400/tumblr_lbxa34F12y1qaamrmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573217987028118162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sentence says it all. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6758579263533049658?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6758579263533049658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6758579263533049658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6758579263533049658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6758579263533049658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-now-i-feel.html' title='And now I feel.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u7Y6-1Dvjc/TVgNLDWR2vI/AAAAAAAAApI/4XXKZCPcsdc/s72-c/tumblr_lbmt1rQAfm1qdwh8vo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4485724300065795322</id><published>2011-02-07T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:27:27.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>tentang saya.</title><content type='html'>satu perkara tentang saya,&lt;div&gt;saya tak suka ikut orang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apa yang saya rasa terbaik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itu yang akan saya lakukan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itu adalah saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau saya bertindak tidak seperti yang saya prinsipkan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bermakna itu bukan saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) terima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4485724300065795322?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4544224227224333613</id><published>2011-02-04T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:18:57.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>rasa ini.</title><content type='html'>Biar sinar yang kunanti itu tidak kirim cahaya,&lt;div&gt;Ku hantar senjata pelindung mutiara..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4544224227224333613?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4544224227224333613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4544224227224333613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4544224227224333613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4544224227224333613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/02/rasa-ini.html' title='rasa ini.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3029812919939818620</id><published>2011-02-03T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:00:32.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>jodoh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"aku rasa sungai nil dan mesir itu jodoh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;walhal tiada siapa tahu apa yang terdetik di sudut hati kecil itu. mengapa mesir dan sungai nil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3029812919939818620?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3029812919939818620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3029812919939818620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3029812919939818620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3029812919939818620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/02/jodoh.html' title='jodoh?'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6710685950759228094</id><published>2011-01-25T03:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:35:31.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>kahwin ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alkisahnya. Malas nak tulis panjang-panjang. Haha. Saya postkan ini "Kahwin ♥" di facebook. Ha guess what? Semua pon ingat saya nak kahwin. Ye, saya ada jumpa ustaz, dan ustaz memberi cadangan supaya saya kahwin. Itu je. So kalau ada yang bertanya betul ke nak kahwin?, jawapan saya, bukan "Ya" dan bukan "Tidak". There's no definite answer.  Kalau ada jodoh, adalah. Harap dapat memuaskan hati semua pihak. InsyaAllah, pasti. Suatu hari nanti. Kawan-kawan baik saya, harap bersabar ye, kalau benar, saya utuskan kad. Saya bukan lupa kawan. Amin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wallahualam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6710685950759228094?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6710685950759228094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6710685950759228094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6710685950759228094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6710685950759228094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/01/kahwin.html' title='kahwin ♥'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5194720914402898772</id><published>2011-01-14T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:44:27.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>duhai hati...</title><content type='html'>la tahzan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5194720914402898772?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5194720914402898772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5194720914402898772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5194720914402898772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5194720914402898772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/01/duhai-hati.html' title='duhai hati...'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5752049355008377455</id><published>2011-01-02T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:43:27.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>hadiah teristimewa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lama saya tak menjengah ke blog kesayangan ni. Heh, cuti kali ini sangat bermakna. Sebab, ALLAH S.W.T sebenarnya telah menghadiahkan saya keluarga yang sangat menyayangi saya. Mak ayah yang sentiasa memberi motivasi. Adik-beradik yang sangat memahami. ALHAMDULILLAH, rasa bersyukur sangat-sangat. Mak dan ayah, terima kasih sangat sebab sayang kat zati, zati pon sayang mak dan ayah seluruh jiwa dan raga. I love you both lillahita'ala. Kepada adik-beradik tercinta, zati bersyukur sangat dapat jadi part of you guys. The best buddies ever. Sayang sangat kat "I Family" from the bottom of my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5752049355008377455?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5752049355008377455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5752049355008377455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5752049355008377455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5752049355008377455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2011/01/hadiah-teristimewa.html' title='hadiah teristimewa.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-9102528363225330810</id><published>2010-12-24T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:49:38.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>kalau ingin, belajarlah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi jejalan kat web &lt;a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/tazkirah/nasihat/1358-kalau-ingin-belajarlah.html"&gt;iluvislam&lt;/a&gt;, then terjumpa artikel yang memang menarik minat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kalau ingin dimaafkan, belajarlah untuk memaafkan,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingin dihormati, belajarlah untuk menghormati,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingin difahami, belajarlah untuk memahami,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingin disedari, belajarlah untuk menyedari,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingn dkasihi, belajarlah untuk mengasihi,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingin dterima, belajarlah untuk menerima,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingin dihargai, belajarlah untuk menghargai,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalau ingin disenangi, belajarlah untuk menyenangi."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And lagi satu, &lt;a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/inspirasi/motivasi/1367-aura-nasihat-dan-teguran.html"&gt;pasal pepatah Arab&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pepatah Arab ada mengatakan ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Katakanlah yang benar walaupun pahit. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Demi rakan tercinta, tegurlah mereka walupun ianya pahit. Walaupun ianya boleh membuatkan hubungan anda retak tetapi itulah perkara terbaik yang sudah anda lakukan untuk membuktikan kasih sayang anda kepada sahabat anda itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: Kata-kata diatas ada benarnya. Hmm memang terjadi dalam kehidupanku sehari-harian. Semoga kta sama-sama praktikkan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-9102528363225330810?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/9102528363225330810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=9102528363225330810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/9102528363225330810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/9102528363225330810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/kalau-ingin-belajarlah.html' title='kalau ingin, belajarlah.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7060098120936852912</id><published>2010-12-22T23:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:26:25.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>stairway to heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey semua. Hari ni just nak share this korean drama yang boleh beat Winter Sonata. Sebagai  fan CJW, and KSW, memanglah sangat adore the way the acted sebab memang sampai lah mesej nye. Mmg pandai menjiwai watak. So setiap kali tengok drama ni mesti nangis tak ingat dunia punye. Lawak pun ade. Actually cerita ni dah lama. Tahun 2003 ke 2006, tak sure. Tapi first time tgk cite ni mase form 3/4. So effect tak bleh blah sebab effect sampai ke dunia sebenar. Selalu monyok coz ending tak bleh blah plak kan, Han Jung Suh mati? Haha, Bukan main nak uphold the justice to what have been done the her stepmother and her step-sister, and at the end of the day, they got what they deserve. Tapi harus ke HJS mati? Sampai kahwin pun dah cukup kot~ But it's okay. Ok, yang membuatkan aku nak review balik cite ialah sebab sekarang cite ni sedang ditayangkan balik kat NTV7 at 11.30- am-12.30pm. Walaupon dah nak dekat 100 kali tgk *Okay aku tipu*, tapi still nak tgk lagi sebab this is my favourite korean drama ever. Winter Sonata dah jadik no. 2. Hehe, CJW mmg pandai berlakon and sometimes, I see me in her acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TRIchgiHI1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/P4DWvJ2e9xM/s400/STH7.DAT_002416360.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553532652495512402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, ade banyak part dalam drama ni yang bila aku tengok balik, rasa macam menarik lah pulak kan. So mase ni Song Joo Oppa, cakap kat Jung Suh yang dia dapat hadiah snowcap tu dari Jung Suh, so die kata &lt;b&gt;"Kau pernah dapat hadiah macam ni tak? Barang yang satu-satunya dalam dunia."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TRIcpPR0W7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/DM3Kc05NAx4/s400/STH7.DAT_002420000.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553532785302723506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Jung Suh yang tak tau yang die tu Jung Suh (Kim Ji Soo), pun macam tercengang kejap, then esoknya die berjaya hasilkan satu produk yang satu-satunya dalam dunia. The one and only, which is cannot be gotten at any place but from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TRIcvCsRsvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Zkb4kvhHphE/s400/STH20-end.DAT_003279120.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553532885003252466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must have admitted that I used to be a die hard fan of korean dramas. That's why ade muka cam mix-mix sket. Haha jk jk LOL. But seriously mase zaman skolah memang sangat suka korean dramas, pantang ade cite baru mesti nak tengok. Banyak Memories of Bali, Autumn in My Heart, Wonderful Life, My Girl, Love Story in Harvard, My 19 years old sister-in-law, My Love Patzi, Hello Miss, Hello Lady. Okay sumpah memang banyak. Dulu orang memang tak leh lawan, memang ratu korea ever. So kalau nak tipu aku pasal bahasa korea memang salah orang la beb! Hehe. Sekarang dah tak macam dulu lagi coz sekarang korean drama dah kureng sebab basically the plot sama je. Tapi Stairway to Heaven memang lain daripada yang lain sebab die &lt;b&gt;heavy sadness&lt;/b&gt; tau, so kalau korang tengah down and sedih-sedih, tak yah lah tengok nanti tension. Hehe. Tapi for me, cerita ni mmg well understood coz I can feel the sadness *chewahh, tapi aku tak hilang ingatan tau!* :) JK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa-apa pun, Stairway to Heaven, yang bermaksud Tangga ke Syurga, menekankan bahawa this man akan tunggu this woman ke mana sahaja, even syurga. Dengar macam sweet kan, tapi ye ke boleh masuk syurga? Boleh je, kalau beriman kepada yang SATU :) Lagi satu, wujud ke lelaki macam ni dalam dunia sekarang, sanggup tunggu seorang wanita sampai bertahun-tahun lamanya, walaupon diberitahu yang wanita tu dah mati? Tapi he didn't believe in that anyhow. Ada kot. I adore tahap kesetiaan Cha Song Joo. Seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7060098120936852912?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7060098120936852912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7060098120936852912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7060098120936852912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7060098120936852912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='stairway to heaven.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TRIchgiHI1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/P4DWvJ2e9xM/s72-c/STH7.DAT_002416360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5537221820114962125</id><published>2010-12-21T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:47:20.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>lebih baik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a little something to share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Lebih baik mata itu buta jika tidak menghargai keindahan dan ayat-ayat Allah s.w.t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lebih baik telinga itu pekak jika tidak mendengar nasihat-nasihat Allah s.w.t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lebih baik anggota badan itu mati jika tidak melaksanakan segala suruhan Allah s.w.t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Barangsiapa mengaku empat perkara tanpa disertai dengan empat perkara yang lain, maka dia adalah pembohong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Barangsiapa mengaku cinta syurga tetapi tidak beramal dengan ketaatan, maka dia adalah pembohong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Barangsiapa yang mengaku cinta Rasulullah saw tetapi tidak cinta kepada ulama dan kaum faqir, maka dia adalah pembohong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Barangsiapa yang mengaku takut pada neraka tetapi tidak meninggalkan maksiat, maka dia adalah pembohong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan barangsiapa yang mengaku cinta kepada Allah swt tetapi berkeluh-kesah dari bala, maka dia adalah pembohong." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/tazkirah/dakwah/1351-kita-sibuk-dengan-apa.html"&gt;(Al-Imam Ghazali)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5537221820114962125?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5537221820114962125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5537221820114962125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5537221820114962125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5537221820114962125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/lebih-baik.html' title='lebih baik.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1264458373186668006</id><published>2010-12-20T18:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:29:26.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>hana tajima.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, this is very random. I know I am not a good trend-setter, but guess what I have found about this one talented designer named &lt;a href="http://hanatajima.tumblr.com/"&gt;Hana Tajima.&lt;/a&gt; She's the creator of &lt;a href="http://www.my.maysaa.com/"&gt;MAYSAA&lt;/a&gt; and also Yuna's fashion designer. I am impressed with her. I honestly adore her style like so much. That doesn't mean that I'll try the design. I am not going to deny it somehow. Maybe soon, soon. :) These are several pictures of her with yuna. I grabbed it on the internet. Not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bzyi8lMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o7RcV_yu6Yk/s1600/yuna-and-hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bzyi8lMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o7RcV_yu6Yk/s400/yuna-and-hana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552828179615093954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bzyi8lMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o7RcV_yu6Yk/s1600/yuna-and-hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adorable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-btmfpzqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/o4q265Cdf1c/s1600/hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bbX6E0tI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xPpOuUE_M4g/s1600/hana-tajima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bbX6E0tI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xPpOuUE_M4g/s400/hana-tajima.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552827760147485394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I mean the design, and her face also.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bbX6E0tI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xPpOuUE_M4g/s1600/hana-tajima.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17867023" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The video of MAYSAA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The message that I try to convey in here is that we can win the world if we have succeeded to create something which is one in a million. Or in simple words, I'll put it in a different way.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Could be one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Which is specifically made by one person, by her own ideas without anybody's intervention. Thus, it'll end up to be something which is like I have mentioned as above, as the one and only. You will surprise the world. I'll explain it with further explanation later. For now... xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1264458373186668006?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1264458373186668006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1264458373186668006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1264458373186668006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1264458373186668006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/hana-tajima.html' title='hana tajima.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQ-bzyi8lMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o7RcV_yu6Yk/s72-c/yuna-and-hana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5545878543900443258</id><published>2010-12-18T02:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:52:38.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>the pursuit of happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi alls, before I go to sleep, just wanna share something with you guys. This thing is not of a paramount important at all. It just a simple something to share. I do love people. And guess what, although that people would have not be mine, I still feeling happy for them. Regardless what they feel for me. Take a nice example, Faiq, which is my nephew, I am feeling happy for him whenever I saw him smiling playing at the playground. Although it's not me who feel enjoyment and excitement, but I do feel happy inside my tiny little heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? You cannot deny it. Sometimes, the happiness of others' do made us feel happy. Unless you have this "so-called disease" which is seriously cannot be cured. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jealousy and hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Guys, being happy is not a matter of choice. God doesn't always award happiness to the same person over and over again. Everybody has their ups and downs. It's how we handle it will differentiate between winners and losers. In order to grab the taste of heaven, or pleasure of life, we must pursue it, chase it, and made efforts towards it. This is called as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the pursuit of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Just go look for it. For happiness is there not that far from you, waiting to be tasted by each of the owners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5545878543900443258?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5545878543900443258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5545878543900443258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5545878543900443258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5545878543900443258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='the pursuit of happiness.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6987715921780664658</id><published>2010-12-17T17:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:27:44.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>it's not as easy as 1, 2, 3.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really wanna greet you guys with a little of Arabic, but seriously I don't know Arabic at all. Just tiny bits. Well, that's not the matter somehow. Okay the story of to day is. Yes, "It's not as easy as 1,2, and 3!". Do you have any idea what I am talking about? It's about kids! Oh okay, honestly, a kid and a baby. Sincerely I love babies and of course I adore kids. Somehow, no matter how much you love them doesn't make any change at all about the fact that babysitting those tiny creatures is wayyy so challenging and adventurous. Some of you might have thought that they are cute, adorable, touchable, so-hard-to-resist so on and so forth. Anyhow, do you know that they are also annoying? Haha, well it's a no-offense statement to those who love them, but for me, how to say huh.. Okay, I do like them but when it comes to the moment to take care of them like 24/7 is not my thing. :) Short and precise. Clear? Well, I think so. Enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQs5b3SClZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y0ns1OEx8Mo/s400/Picture%2B326.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551594116523136402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So dua orang budak kecik kat atas ni, seriously, haih. Mencabar keimanan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At some point, you know what, I really want to cry. I never thought that taking care of kids would be as tough as this. I wonder how my mom survived raising up her 8 kids. Consider me as a fan then. Well, that concludes my day. I am tired. It's not "same old same old" story. Seriously guys, it's not as easy as 1, 2, 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6987715921780664658?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6987715921780664658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6987715921780664658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6987715921780664658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6987715921780664658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-not-as-easy-as-1-2-3.html' title='it&apos;s not as easy as 1, 2, 3.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQs5b3SClZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y0ns1OEx8Mo/s72-c/Picture%2B326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5177925776093024887</id><published>2010-12-14T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:55:05.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old times die hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I love my old times. Last time, while I was ransacking some old trunks, I have found several of my old pictures. The pictures are way too old to retold the memories that were carved on that piece little poor papers. People would have said a picture worth 1001 unspoken memorable memories in there, but for me a picture worth more than that. I didn't even realize that I was smiling like a damsel peeking at her prince charming over the window. Well, that is wayyyy too much. Haha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only before she turned out to be who she is right now. People might have said anything about me. Well, honestly speaking, I did care a little. My heart is way too fragile and I could not help it when she says that she wants to cry. While others tend to gloat, I always made my efforts to relish the moment and of course it will be fleeting. But that is not easy somehow. I am not a magician to make it vanish into the air in twinkling of an eye. Of course it takes time to heal a wound. Haven't you guys stumbled upon a stone and it did cause you injury? Of course everybody does! Only abnormal person would have not to experience those things. Instead of mumbling so much about these-so-called heart to heart talk, seriously I have to distract myself to talk about something happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last time I stressed in here that I really wanted to be a writer. Remember? And this time, I'd like to re-state that, it is indeed my passion. My daily lives in University made myself turned into a mutant with no passion about my own interest. Everyday, I would have done the same thing, over and over again. Sometimes, I did forget to say hello to my family. Too bad huh? I was like very busy, and at the same time, torturing myself over the mountain of books that were left unread. Lack of sleep, lack of eat, lack of rest and indeed lack of time. No more sweet talking over the phones, no more laugh, just bundle of tasks that needed to be done. At the end of the day, you know what, I nearly get killed. *Seriously, that is wayy too far* Oh ok, nearly get fainted. I pushed myself harder compared to previous ones. Alhamdulillah, Allah blessed me. This is lesson to be learned not to repeat the same mistakes over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's be honest okay? This is me. Trust in me and please believe in that nobody is perfect. Allah knows the best. Seriously, my fingers are drumming on my keyboard while listening to Abba-Dancing Queen. Which, here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can dance,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can jive,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having the time of your life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ooohh, see that girl watch that scene,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dig in the dancing queen"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? Can't you get the meaning? You are free. Everything that you wanted to do is up to you. For it eventually will ends up to be a memory. Remember, whatever we do, it all just circles back to the same door. It'll be saved in our sophisticated memory storage. Save it for permanent use. Regardless it is a happy or sad thought, it'll be remained as something to be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Old times seriously die hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'll carry the memories to my grave, that what people said in the olden days. I think I want to re-use the statement. Anyhow, this is me. No one can change that. If you want me *I mean to befriend with me of course, what was i thinking?*, accept me for who i am, not to change me to suit you for your own benefit. That shows how sincere you are for me. Nonetheless, it's better to remain as who you are at the beginning. For FreNemies, truce? I am in good mood, seriously :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Izzati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5177925776093024887?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5177925776093024887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5177925776093024887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5177925776093024887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5177925776093024887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-times-die-hard.html' title='old times die hard.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5203811661643154797</id><published>2010-12-14T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:47:51.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't have to lose a girl to be a woman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lddigcLi1e1qd7xkb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt; What I want is to be a powerful woman. But whenever Chuck's around, I just feel like a weak little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lddih7mZlW1qd7xkb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor: &lt;/strong&gt;I shut myself off for a long time after your father left. I was cold and hard. Then I met Cyrus, and he taught me that sometimes &lt;em&gt;"you have to allow yourself to be weak in order to grow stronger"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GG S4E7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5203811661643154797?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5203811661643154797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5203811661643154797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5203811661643154797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5203811661643154797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-have-to-lose-girl-to-be-woman.html' title='don&apos;t have to lose a girl to be a woman.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7656238021390510100</id><published>2010-12-13T13:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:21:24.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>tak mungkin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekali sekala ada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada rindu yang datang tiba-tiba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak mungkin kerana sayang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma terganggu oleh perasaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begitu hidup ini,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiada yang abadi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang patah tumbuh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang hilang berganti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau telah jauh, jauh dariku&lt;div&gt;Tiada ruang di hati buatmu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namun harusku akui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada ketika di minda kau menjelma kembali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak mungkin kerana sayang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanya kadang kala aku terkenang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: lirik by habsah hassan. layan lagu Malay best jugak. Baru berpijak di bumi yang nyata kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;izzati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7656238021390510100?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7656238021390510100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7656238021390510100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7656238021390510100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7656238021390510100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/tak-mungkin.html' title='tak mungkin.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7796013973976686538</id><published>2010-12-12T14:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:47:22.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>a happiness to share ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQUG-AfI21I/AAAAAAAAAig/bfMtBlfzEEo/s1600/DSC03075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQUG-AfI21I/AAAAAAAAAig/bfMtBlfzEEo/s400/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549849778156264274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, after a month I have been fighting with my final examination, at last, I was safely arrived at my beloved hometown Kuantan. There's no other place better than Kuantan in the world. Name all the countries that are available in the world, nothing can replace this place of mine, not even Korea or Paris! Haha. A home is always a home. I am happy, indeed. It has been so long for me to could have felt this kind of feeling, Alhamdulillah, thanks Ya Allah, Kau Maha Pemberi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I have arrived home, I slept for 12 hours due to my tiredness. I didn't sleep for the whole 2 days because I got gastric. I haven't eat because I felt so anxious and worried about my last two papers, Equity &amp;amp; Trust 1 and Banking Law. I tried to sleep for like 4, or 5 times, but never succeeded. I was so helpless and disappointed with my self for not being able to get a little nap after I have done Equity &amp;amp; Trust 1. At least I wanna have an hour to rest my brain, so that it can be functioning well for Banking Law. Unfortunately,  it didn't work. 3O minutes before the paper, I mean Banking Law, I felt nauseous, then I have vomited. I didn't eat breakfast at all. Anyhow, I survived for the unrelenting unbearable stream of giant waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was because I don't have the appetite to eat. Poor me. In the end, I screwed up Banking Law paper. During the examination period, I went out for a while to take a nap. The funniest part is, the lecturer was searching for me coz I went out for more than 15 minutes. Well, it was because I was so blank and could not answer the question. I was so sad. I felt like I nearly fainted. I don't know why on earth I got gastric at that particular time. I didn't perform the paper so well. I hope that Allah will help me for the efforts that I have made. For all those obstacles I have gone through, I hope Allah could have understood me. I felt so sorry for myself for not being able to fulfill my dream for this semester. But this is not yet the ending, we'll see the results. I hope I will pass with flying colours. I put my trust in Allah whole-heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my way home, I have experienced new things in my life ever! During the journey I have seen lots of new perspectives of life and lessons to learn. I have witnessed the greenery of jungle and a very mesmerizing scenery from the car. Well, I used to sleep along the journey, but this time I remained awake because I have never expected that the environment that has been created by God could be as stunning as what I have seen few days ago. Usually, I go back home at night, but this time, I have decided to follow my friends. To conclude, this new experience of mine was indeed a new thing for me, what a day and YES it was undoubtedly unutterable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, done with examination because it's over! Yeay. Now, I am going to tell you guys about my activities after I have safely arrived at home. Well, the day after I have slept for almost 12 hours, my friends called me to confirm whether I will be able to go for my friends' wedding reception at Masjid Besar Kuantan, Pahang. Her name is Nor Adiba Sariati Bt Mat Ripin. I was so honoured to be invited by her to attend her wedding reception. Well, truth be told this is the very first wedding reception of my friend that I have attended. Congratulations Dyba, you have found your soul mate, a husband. I felt happy for her, I nearly cried when the husband had pronounced the "akad nikah". I felt that my heart was also pumping faster as if like it was specially pronounced for me. Haha *perasan* Btw, her husband is a good looking sort, she's so lucky. But, alhamdulillah, it's her jodoh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have few of pictures. Selamat Pengantin Baru Dyba, Semoga kekal ke anak cucu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQUJPbr9OmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cvLJVmU0A5Q/s400/DSC03110.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549852276538817122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQUHkj55xTI/AAAAAAAAAio/71qJmux_tYc/s400/edited.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549850440498791730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dyba, with her beloved friends &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQUIGcV-GWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QzZuTtBmOxo/s400/DSC03112.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549851022584584546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me with one of my bestfriends, Fathin Azwa. I miss her so much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Izzati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7796013973976686538?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7796013973976686538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7796013973976686538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7796013973976686538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7796013973976686538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness-to-share.html' title='a happiness to share ♥'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TQUG-AfI21I/AAAAAAAAAig/bfMtBlfzEEo/s72-c/DSC03075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6715701988609976861</id><published>2010-12-08T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:15:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family.</title><content type='html'>Harap banking law cepat berakhir. Nak jumpe family... Rindu :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6715701988609976861?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6715701988609976861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6715701988609976861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6715701988609976861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6715701988609976861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/family.html' title='family.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3895637994050060754</id><published>2010-12-06T06:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:31:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't need you.. at all.</title><content type='html'>Okay aku merepek coz tak bleh tidur ni. Semakin kronik lah. Ni semua sebab paper banking law and equity. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law subjects are torturing me like SO much. Is there anybody yang kesiankan saya? I am suffering....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3895637994050060754?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3895637994050060754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3895637994050060754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3895637994050060754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3895637994050060754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-need-you-at-all.html' title='i don&apos;t need you.. at all.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1764426585134050076</id><published>2010-12-06T05:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:05:10.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>passion about something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have lost my passion. About everything. Foods, fashion, entertainment, music etc. This is not me. I think I don't know how to create jokes anymore. I am a joker. But, I think I just lost the old me. Hehe, Maybe soon I'll be the old mcr who likes to talk, smile and laugh. And love to snap pictas too. I am indeed want to be her all over again. Positive and ceria selalu! xoxo, muaxss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1764426585134050076?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1764426585134050076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1764426585134050076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1764426585134050076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1764426585134050076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/passion-about-something.html' title='passion about something.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1728157858745250419</id><published>2010-12-05T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:05:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pelik.</title><content type='html'>Sebab dah tak tahu macam mana nak buat entry yang gembira. Clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Rasanye tak perlu call dah kot. I have my own life and so do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1728157858745250419?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1728157858745250419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1728157858745250419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1728157858745250419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1728157858745250419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/pelik.html' title='pelik.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8101253655624085908</id><published>2010-12-04T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:11:42.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>if you can afford me.</title><content type='html'>"If you wanna ride, just name your price,&lt;br /&gt;And don't play cheap with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a bet if you can't write the check for me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can be bought but you'll pay the cost,&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak mampu, baik jangan. Don't interpret it literally, try to get the meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8101253655624085908?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8101253655624085908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8101253655624085908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8101253655624085908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8101253655624085908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-can-afford-me.html' title='if you can afford me.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-109468295389891826</id><published>2010-11-26T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T04:18:18.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kau laksana bulan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TO_YfpcFdJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RNfXhz9rWIE/s1600/Kau-Laksana-Bulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TO_YfpcFdJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RNfXhz9rWIE/s400/Kau-Laksana-Bulan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543887704527565970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kesedihan yang dilalui seseorang itu bukanlah sesuatu yang kekal. Ia akan pergi jua. Asalkan ada usaha" - Jenna Jehan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-109468295389891826?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/109468295389891826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=109468295389891826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/109468295389891826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/109468295389891826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/kau-laksana-bulan.html' title='kau laksana bulan.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TO_YfpcFdJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RNfXhz9rWIE/s72-c/Kau-Laksana-Bulan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8965919932008652791</id><published>2010-11-25T04:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T04:30:17.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>the good thing is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TO1052CnRAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YdBE9XSCNPs/s1600/tumblr_lbwz3vOQi31qc2u00o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543215253470790658" style="WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TO1052CnRAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YdBE9XSCNPs/s400/tumblr_lbwz3vOQi31qc2u00o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I got from Hayley William's tumblr blog. I just found it to be so nice. Well, it's better for me to share with you guys. By the way, it's really hard to forget someone who gave so much to remember, but, it's not impossible to forget anyhow. So, be positive dan ceria selalu k! Slm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8965919932008652791?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8965919932008652791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8965919932008652791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8965919932008652791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8965919932008652791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-thing-is.html' title='the good thing is.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TO1052CnRAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YdBE9XSCNPs/s72-c/tumblr_lbwz3vOQi31qc2u00o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4851198425291233713</id><published>2010-11-23T05:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:36:32.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>the beginning of the end.</title><content type='html'>that someone, that i really wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;that position that i really wanna to fit in,&lt;br /&gt;that shoes that i really wanna to wear in,&lt;br /&gt;that smile that i really wanna to carve on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it happens a lot in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why those characters are not meant to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;whenever i look into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;it says that "yes, this is your limit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of that, i never stop chasing you,&lt;br /&gt;until one day, i have found something ugly,&lt;br /&gt;or too disgusted to be swallowed,&lt;br /&gt;do you really care about me after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, this moment, this day,&lt;br /&gt;i know, i might not be that someone somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i know i have a secret weapon to be used to shoot on you,&lt;br /&gt;but why does it never cause you any injury at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy-peasy to tell,&lt;br /&gt;but very hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll do it for my own good,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it is a "goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we are so connected,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't feel me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;you chose to be there, &lt;br /&gt;to feel another side "of-not-me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to doubt anything,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am indeed exhausted of believing,&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i am not a pessimist, i trust on HIM,&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess, this is the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surrender. this means forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-izzati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4851198425291233713?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4851198425291233713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4851198425291233713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4851198425291233713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4851198425291233713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/beginning-of-end.html' title='the beginning of the end.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4365672592135001552</id><published>2010-11-16T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:19:43.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>selamat hari raya aidil-adha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esok adalah hari raya yang dinanti-nantikan oleh umat Islam. Terutamanya, di midle-east. Mereka lebih menyanjungi hari raya korban daripada hari raya aidil-fitri. Jadi, marilah bersama-sama kita panjatkan kesyukuran kepada Allah oleh segala pemberian-Nya selagi mana kita masih mampu bernafas di muka bumi ini. Kepada kawan-kawan semua, tak kiralah di mana kamu berada, Selamat Menyambut HariRaya Aidil-Adha, boleh minta maaf juga kan? Maaf Salah Silap. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4365672592135001552?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4365672592135001552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4365672592135001552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4365672592135001552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4365672592135001552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/selamat-hari-raya-aidil-adha.html' title='selamat hari raya aidil-adha.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2090778256159798290</id><published>2010-11-14T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:28:12.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TN7mrzeHfpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/41kidPF4NBI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TN7mrzeHfpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/41kidPF4NBI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539118231937580690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TN7mrzeHfpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/41kidPF4NBI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's her again.&lt;div&gt;she wakes up in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's raining outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she holds her green pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as she shuts her eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, all the she can see is memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those things that she wanted to keep in a box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lock it and throw the key away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her favorite song keeps on rolling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as she listens to it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the more she feels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the more she hates it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a letter, sometimes, tells you everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a word, sometimes,  makes you smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an act, sometimes, hurts your feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a message, sometimes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes you feeling empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2090778256159798290?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2090778256159798290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2090778256159798290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2090778256159798290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2090778256159798290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/empty.html' title='empty.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TN7mrzeHfpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/41kidPF4NBI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5109340317062762205</id><published>2010-11-11T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:05:09.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>sakit.</title><content type='html'>aku sakit. semoga aku sembuh. doakan ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5109340317062762205?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5109340317062762205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5109340317062762205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5109340317062762205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5109340317062762205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/sakit.html' title='sakit.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6216573803416074861</id><published>2010-11-07T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:05:54.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>a new hero of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TNWKdjWAptI/AAAAAAAAAhM/x5WyleP2KAI/s1600/150199_162839623750306_100000728073072_353733_4341490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TNWKdjWAptI/AAAAAAAAAhM/x5WyleP2KAI/s400/150199_162839623750306_100000728073072_353733_4341490_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536483557230290642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a new hero of my big family. He's so cute. I can't stop feeling happy for my kak long and abang nuar. I love them so much. Till then, need to prepare for my exams. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6216573803416074861?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6216573803416074861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6216573803416074861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6216573803416074861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6216573803416074861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-hero-of-mine.html' title='a new hero of mine.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TNWKdjWAptI/AAAAAAAAAhM/x5WyleP2KAI/s72-c/150199_162839623750306_100000728073072_353733_4341490_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3233789684367577517</id><published>2010-11-06T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:57:49.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>apa kata hati hari ini?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rasa-rasanya dah lama saya tak menjenguk blog kesayangan. Maklumlah, busy prepare for final exam. Tapi rupa-rupanya exam tangguh sebab banjir kat utara. So exam lambat lagi. Tapi tak apa, prepare awal-awal lagi afdhal kan? InsyaAllah. Harap-harap kawan-kawan yang stay kat sana sihat-sihat semuanya, dan semoga mereka sentiasa dilindungi Allah. Semoga saudara mara seislam di Utara akan dibawah lindungan rahmah Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay enough with that. Aku? Aku sihat-sihat sahaja. Alhamdulillah makin sihat rasanya. :) Semakin hari, semakin kuat. Alahamdulillah. Kawan aku selalu cakap "There's always a silverlining to everything". Somehow, walaupon dia tu gila-gila orangnya, tapi ada benar jugak apa yang dia tuturkan. Lalu, membuatkan angin senyuman hinggap dibibirku. Senyuman penuh bermakna tau, menusuk ke jantung. Kadang-kadang bila kita mendengar sesuatu yang sangat indah maksudnya, ia akan meresap ke dalam. Itulah. Mesti ada hikmah, jangan mudah jatuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setiap kali aku post kat blog ni, jari-jemari aku memang akan tergerak untuk menari. Menari lagu kehidupan aku sendiri. Jarang sekali lah nak menulis tentang isu semasa. Isu semasa boleh baca kat surat khabar kan? Tapi cerita aku? Tak ada orang boleh nyanyikan. Hanya aku. Cerita aku, tak ada di dada akhbar mahupon mana-mana web lain. CERITA AKU, HANYA AKUADA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounds like I am bragging kan? No la, it means in here that, you are lucky to be here. Because, you are part of my life. Because I am sharing something that I don't do to any of my friends out there. Only those who are reading this, will know. In fact, lots of my friends don't even know that this blog is exist. People who are being in here, are so invited to read. I know it means nothing to you, but for me, it means everything. The existence of silent readers, although I might not know you, but still, my heart says 'do write your thoughts, there might be people who care about you". Anyhow, betul ke? InsyaAllah, mestilah ada. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kadang, suka tengok yang gambar-gambar artistic. Gambar2 yang curik kat internet. Aku lebih suka gambar yang ada maksud tersembunyi. Tak  suka yang dah memang terang-terang tunjuk maksudnya. Contohnya, aku suke gamabr ketam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TNRCglqddRI/AAAAAAAAAgE/L2bnQNMHMh4/s400/75383_169323326426898_100000476961003_513388_5709521_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536122969578632466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuba korang semua tengok, apa yang korang paham? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ada bincangkan pasal gambar ni dengan one of my friends yang gila kan barang-barang Apple. So guess what, same interpretation. Tapi ketam ni nampak sedap somehow. :P Pernah terfikir tak ape yang ketam tu tgh fikirkan? Hm.. I am wondering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way,  hari ni kak long deliver her 2nd baby. Nama belum tau lagi, tapi sekarang ni baby still kat hospital lagi sebab ada jangkitan kuman. Harap-harap semuanya baik-baik belaka. InsyaAllah lepas baby ni lahir, nanti aku akan uploadkan gambar dia. It's a boy by the way. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My final exam will be on Nov, 24th until Dec, 9th. Wish me luck.. Ok, that's all from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3233789684367577517?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3233789684367577517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3233789684367577517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3233789684367577517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3233789684367577517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/11/apa-kata-hati-hari-ini.html' title='apa kata hati hari ini?'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TNRCglqddRI/AAAAAAAAAgE/L2bnQNMHMh4/s72-c/75383_169323326426898_100000476961003_513388_5709521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3830206188185782558</id><published>2010-10-28T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:27:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Jadi yang ke-21. :) Hari Jadi saya. Heeehe. Xramai pon yang wish, tapi mereka-mereka yang wish tu terima kasih banyak-banyak k. Baru tahu siapa yang betul2 ingat aku. Semoga aku jadi seorang yang tabah. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3830206188185782558?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3830206188185782558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3830206188185782558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3830206188185782558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3830206188185782558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5998181812009499214</id><published>2010-10-22T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:40:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ada cahaya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Didalam kegelapan, pasti ada cahaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Allah menduga hambaNya setakat kemampuannya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Setiap dosa, Allah telah menjanjikan keampunan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apa yang kau cari lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Kemudian, sesungguhnya Tuhanmu (mengampuni) bagi orang-orang yang mengerjakan kesalahan karena kejahilannya, kemudian mereka bertobat sesudah itu dan memperbaiki (dirinya); sesungguhnya Tuhanmu sesudah itu benar-benar Maha Pengampun lagi Maha Penyayang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; -surah an-Nahl ayat 119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Setiap apa yang kau mahu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Berdoalah, nescaya Allah perkenankan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Dan mintalah pertolongan (kepada Allah) dengan sabar dan (mengerjakan) salat. Dan sesungguhnya yang demikian itu sungguh berat, kecuali bagi orang-orang yang khusyuk, (yaitu) orang-orang yang meyakini, bahwa mereka akan menemui Tuhannya, dan bahwa mereka akan kembali kepada-Nya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; -al-Baqarah 45-46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Terima kasih ya ukhti. Semoga kau sentiasa diberkati Allah. Terima Kasih kerana menyedarkanku. InsyaAllah kita digolongkan didalam golongan yang dicintai Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5998181812009499214?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5998181812009499214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5998181812009499214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5998181812009499214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5998181812009499214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/ada-cahaya.html' title='ada cahaya.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6518441615971446542</id><published>2010-10-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:51:28.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>biarkan.</title><content type='html'>biarkan semua itu. DIA kan ada? kuat izzati kuat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6518441615971446542?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6518441615971446542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6518441615971446542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6518441615971446542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6518441615971446542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/biarkan.html' title='biarkan.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3880597180457667257</id><published>2010-10-18T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:28:13.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>national client counseling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I have been missing l0ts of people. My old friends. I have bundle of friends, but sadly, we have lost contact. But the good news is sometimes, we met accidentally, yeah it happens almost every single day whenever the holidays started. That's not the issue somehow, well, yesterday I have joined a program Internal Client Counselling Competition organized by UUM Law Students' Society. Well, it went well, and the acting was indeed hilarious and funny. I couldn't stop laughing seeing my friends acting as actors in front of the judges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TLsxpyi_14I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Ffpzar_SPAo/s400/NCC+3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529067561540376450" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my mates. AJKs for the program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, maybe some of you have no idea what Client Counselling is all about. It is a competition whereby two law students are acting as lawyers and there will be a client/s. The client will act as client whereby they will tell all the problems they are facing. By meeting these lawyers, they are indeed asking for legal action and how to bring the case to court. But Client Counselling Competition is indeed different from Mooting Competition, because Mooting competition is about fighting a case before the court to represent the plaintiff and respondent. In Client Counselling, it is all about to counsel the client, to control the emotion of the client, and to handle all legal questions that will be asked by the client. Fun right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TLsxPJplfOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/oijRcNAE1yA/s400/NCC+2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529067103885556962" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's me with the winners. Glad for them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I have already participated in Client Counselling when I was in 1st year, great right? I don't know where did I get such bravery to face all those lawyers acting as judges. Lucky us, we are in 1st year, thus, although we did it wrongly, but it is acceptable. heeh :) It was 2 years ago though. I think that's all the updates. Until next time! :) Slm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3880597180457667257?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3880597180457667257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3880597180457667257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3880597180457667257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3880597180457667257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/national-client-counseling.html' title='national client counseling.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TLsxpyi_14I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Ffpzar_SPAo/s72-c/NCC+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8850520517098239504</id><published>2010-10-17T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:35:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hati sentiasa dalam keadaan sedih. Tak kira hari, tak kira masa. Masalah satu per satu muncul. Xputus-putus ibarat air yang mengalir di sungai. Hati aku hari demi hari dihempas ombak. Bagai batu karang, aku melawan arus. Ibarat dataran pasir yang xlapuk dek ombak. Menangislah, kerana itu sahaja yang aku mampu. Berdoalah, kerana hanya DIA yang mampu mengembalikan senyumku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hatiku bukan secantik dahulu, penuh dengan seribu satu bekas jahitan. Kadang-kadang aku xmampu Ya Tuhan, berikanlah aku sedikit ruang, ruang untuk merasa apa itu nikmatnya gembira. Beri aku ruang untuk menarik nafas ketenangan dan menghembusnya dengan penuh kerahmatan. Tawa riang aku pudar hari demi hari, semuanya palsu. Untuk musuh, mungkin mereka menepuk tangan tanda bahagia. Ibarat iblis meloncat kegembiraan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biarlah, biarlah semua itu. Biarlah aku menanggung semua ini. Aku boleh melakukannya. Untuk kamu, mungkin tidak mengerti, mungkin boleh hanya berkata remeh. Tunggu masanya nanti, mungkin kau akan datang dan merenung ayat ini kembali. Kalau inilah maknanya dugaan, sungguh, benar ianya pedih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8850520517098239504?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8850520517098239504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8850520517098239504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8850520517098239504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8850520517098239504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/ruang.html' title='ruang.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6857359456799843444</id><published>2010-10-16T03:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:40:38.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rahmat ujian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini nak kongsi dengan semua satu video ni. Lagu ni femes waktu aku sekolah kat mrsm dulu. Tapi tu still mentah lagi, so bila nyanyi lagu ni, lirik pon xhayati sangat. Tapi sekarang ni bila dengar balik, rasa tenang sangat, barulah phm apa yang nk disampaikan. Jadi, ingat setiap ujian menjelma pasti ada hikmahnya, dan perlu juga ingat Allah turunkan ujian kepada insan-insan yang terpilih sahaja, maka bersyukurlah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_esEAJGhyn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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-nocookie.com/v/_esEAJGhyn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6857359456799843444?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6857359456799843444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6857359456799843444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6857359456799843444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6857359456799843444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/rahmat-ujian.html' title='rahmat ujian.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4331211003586649896</id><published>2010-10-13T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:58:56.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya semua test dah berakhir. Td test Equity &amp;amp; Trust I, no komen. Tengok je lah hasilnya nanti, I did my very best. Good Luck for me, ada lagi presentation Public Speaking, for persuasive speech. The topic is HERMAPHRODITES. Menarik x?? hehe, harap-harap dapat buat yang terbaik.. InsyaAllah. Doakan saya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4331211003586649896?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4331211003586649896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4331211003586649896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4331211003586649896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4331211003586649896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/done.html' title='done!'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8958406635524181953</id><published>2010-10-10T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:16:43.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>to be strong is my only option.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have noticed after I have privated my blog months ago, yes there're certain of my friends asking me, why on earth are you privating your blog? Haha, funny eh? Well, the answer is the same, I also don't know. ;) Btw, now I have made my blog publicly readable, thus everyone will be able to read my blog. However, there might have been lots of my friends who are not aware of my blog anymore, they think my blog is closed like forever. Good for me I think, at least I can have some privacy in here. Moreover, I don't like people to have known about my story. I just don't like it. No reason. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, last 2 days was a big test for me. I was like so stress. This time I just couldn't breathe. Life is so hard &amp;amp; I just cannot take it anymore. But, I have no other choice. The only choice I had was to be strong, and it will always to be strong from now on. Everyone's acting to take care of their own things and ME? I am alone to face all those giant waves that would have crushed me down. And and Yes it did crush me down, it was so hard like i was being slapped by a knife. I was badly injured &amp;amp; I couldn't take it anymore. But indeed! I have no choice. The only choice I have is to be strong. Why am I being challenged such horrible things like this? I just don't know to whom shoud i rely on anymore. I don't have anyboody. I know I have you, but what can you do? Thanks for reading SOMEHOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I stumbled upon this darn so-called challege of LIFE, and luckily, Mom consoles me down. Luckily I have a sister who sincerely accepts my tears. I was wrong, YES, I was wrong to judge people. I admitted, I don't trust people. And that is my principle until now. Somehow I need to add some more to make it sounds complete. I really wanted to change my principle, not to hate those said jerks, but I need something to prove that my principle was wrong and is, will always wrong. But, all that I can see is, my principle, day by day is indeed right. And it's all has been proven to a RIGHT one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After I have been reviewing all these so-called plastic friendship, I knew, I will never be perfect to anyone. It is indeed a fact, and I just cannot do anything more to cover up that fact. Even in law itself, we cannot invent the fact. Somehow I need to give my affirmation on hope. I did put my hopes for these people, hoping that they can do whatever they have promised to me to be done. However, I have noticed, YES everyone is the same. They have never fulfilled their promise! ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything needs to be done by me. Ya Allah, to whom should I clarify this thing clearly and specifically? I need someone, someone that I can trust. I don't have options. No choice at all. Bless me Ya Allah, give me your strengh. I need YOU. Only YOU. Maybe YOU is enough to cure this wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8958406635524181953?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8958406635524181953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8958406635524181953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8958406635524181953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8958406635524181953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-be-strong-is-my-only-option.html' title='to be strong is my only option.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6474636257146952331</id><published>2010-10-02T03:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T03:59:08.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dato' zainal adzam internal mooting competition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a while I didn't update my blog. I was so busy in preparing lots of tests, assignments, presentations, and also for mooting competition. Mooting competition was held on 1st of October 2010. It was such an experience. I was so honored to be one of the participants. I didn't make it to final, but I did the very best I could. In fact, I am feeling so happy and thrilled because I have fulfilled my dream when I entered into this University to be one of the participants. At last I did enter this competition, and that makes my life feel full of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There might have been some of you who didn't know what exactly MOOTING is. Basically mooting is a competition whereby we, law students act as lawyers presenting a case by representing ourselves on behalf of appellants or respondents. In means in here, we act as lawyers and presenting the case on behalf of our client in front of a real Judge. But, for this competition, the judges are consist of Lawyers around Kedah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiMhVCMqTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3lGXNvezsf8/s1600/CIMG2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523819447179847986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiMhVCMqTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3lGXNvezsf8/s400/CIMG2220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Firm's name, Wazowski &amp;amp; Izzati Associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiPSBOFSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/j0j3MlhFzVU/s1600/CIMG2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523822482697832562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiPSBOFSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/j0j3MlhFzVU/s400/CIMG2244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundle of works! nice one ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiP9XPb77I/AAAAAAAAAfk/_cCttoK8P1E/s1600/CIMG2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523823227343466418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiP9XPb77I/AAAAAAAAAfk/_cCttoK8P1E/s400/CIMG2240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini kenangan terindah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was such a memorable memory that I will save in my mind. I hope from this experience, it will make me feel more confident to face the court after I finish my study in here. Although, I didn't win, but I feel so proud. My mom said that maybe belum ada rezeki lagi. When I heard my mom said like that, I feel so happy. I know what has been told by her is indeed true. I will try my best for the next competition. I hope I will make it better than this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6474636257146952331?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6474636257146952331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6474636257146952331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6474636257146952331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6474636257146952331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/10/dato-zainal-adzam-internal-mooting.html' title='dato&apos; zainal adzam internal mooting competition.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TKiMhVCMqTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3lGXNvezsf8/s72-c/CIMG2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-9203590439015272435</id><published>2010-09-22T03:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:56:14.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>my fav little cutie.</title><content type='html'>Hi alls! Faiq dah besar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkNEl44STI/AAAAAAAAAfM/24GDyPnUu0A/s1600/syg+faiq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457190860572978" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkNEl44STI/AAAAAAAAAfM/24GDyPnUu0A/s400/syg+faiq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkM_l0s7WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/CjoQi_iQQcQ/s1600/faiq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457104943705442" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkM_l0s7WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/CjoQi_iQQcQ/s400/faiq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay, saya memang comot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkM6vS-6mI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sjgGGP9pfkE/s1600/faiq+bc+doa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457021587286626" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkM6vS-6mI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sjgGGP9pfkE/s400/faiq+bc+doa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkMtEtIswI/AAAAAAAAAes/RgTClfjO8Zk/s1600/comelnye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519456786815955714" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkMtEtIswI/AAAAAAAAAes/RgTClfjO8Zk/s400/comelnye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya dah terbiasa baca doa. heeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkMzsrLl2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/W25ElUZXEPA/s1600/faiq+ngorat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519456900624389986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkMzsrLl2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/W25ElUZXEPA/s400/faiq+ngorat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faiq excited bila jumpa budak sama kecik mcm dia, excited nk dpt adiklah katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sbb dia rasa dia comel ;p heeh. saya suka budak comel ini. with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-9203590439015272435?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/9203590439015272435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=9203590439015272435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/9203590439015272435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/9203590439015272435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-fav-little-cutie.html' title='my fav little cutie.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJkNEl44STI/AAAAAAAAAfM/24GDyPnUu0A/s72-c/syg+faiq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4866142658351560319</id><published>2010-09-20T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:58:04.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>tasks.</title><content type='html'>22nd of sept : Public Speaking Test (10 chapters), Administrative Law (5 chapters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th of sept: Presentation Public Speaking (15%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th of sept: Mooting (submit memorial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of october: Mooting Competition (oral competition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of october: Land Law I Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th of october: Equity &amp;amp; Trust I Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mmg suspen gila ada dua tests on 22nd. Wish me luck, lagi I have Mooting Competition. hurm, I'll update to you once I have gone through this one k?? with love. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4866142658351560319?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4866142658351560319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4866142658351560319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4866142658351560319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4866142658351560319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye semua, berangkat dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semoga cabaran dapat ditempuhi dengan kuat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2816747612729574294?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2816747612729574294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2816747612729574294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2816747612729574294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2816747612729574294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/bye.html' title='bye.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8831063653231054203</id><published>2010-09-18T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:15:23.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rapuh.</title><content type='html'>ku xtau knp,&lt;div&gt;ku xngerti maksudnya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ku fahami rasanya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;err.. xreti nk smbung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8831063653231054203?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8831063653231054203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8831063653231054203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8831063653231054203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8831063653231054203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/rapuh.html' title='rapuh.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6479534856065693272</id><published>2010-09-15T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T03:51:59.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>raya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slm hi alls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This raya wasn't fun. Yah as usual, but it was fantastically extra-ordinary. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJEs2QDouRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/plRM7DcP7uU/s400/big+fam.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517240329040345362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are all my friends, loads kan? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They came to my house with a van and 5 cars ok! Mcm aku bertunang je, nasib bukan kan. The sad thing was mmg aku gemuk gila! Haha ok have fun guys xoxo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6479534856065693272?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6479534856065693272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6479534856065693272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6479534856065693272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6479534856065693272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya.html' title='raya?'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TJEs2QDouRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/plRM7DcP7uU/s72-c/big+fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3851920552032133475</id><published>2010-09-14T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T03:22:28.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>is so hard, and yes compared to what?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3851920552032133475?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3851920552032133475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3851920552032133475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3851920552032133475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3851920552032133475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1246749072419012642</id><published>2010-09-10T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:48:06.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>happy raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Slm, hi all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kepada semua Selamat Hari Raya ya. Salah silap ampun maaf dipinta, tapi saya lebih suka kalau orang yang buat salah jumpa saya depan-depan. Oh, saya pon ada buat salah dengan orang, tp wait until I stop hating her/him, baru saya cakap yang saya xsuka dia. heheee. Ok enjoy your raya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(99, 64, 71); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(99, 64, 71); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Taqabbalallah huminna waminkum"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(99, 64, 71); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(99, 64, 71); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1246749072419012642?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1246749072419012642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1246749072419012642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1246749072419012642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1246749072419012642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-eid-mubarak.html' title='happy raya.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7855257591738031194</id><published>2010-09-09T03:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T04:38:46.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>eat, pray, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIfl124UfJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/1cU39l-nJUA/s1600/Eat,_Pray,_Love_%E2%80%93_Elizabeth_Gilbert,_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIfl124UfJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/1cU39l-nJUA/s400/Eat,_Pray,_Love_%E2%80%93_Elizabeth_Gilbert,_2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514628982166027410" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hi alls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everyone who knows me well knew that I love to read romance novels. I have read few of them and watched hundreds of them. It feels so right you know. But all those novels that I have read, they are all were downloaded from the internet because I don't have such lotsa money to spend it to. Many things needed to be done by my scholarship instead. Thus, basically, the money won't go for my interest anymore. That's a sad story of me, I barely can have my own interest although I am in fact in love with reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This time I would have said that I'd like to possess this romance novel. It is called "Eat, Pray, Love" written by Elizabeth Gilbert. It has been released in 2006, it has been published years ago, but why on earth I've just noticed it only 4 years later. The thing is during my Public Speaking class, I have had a conversation with this one friend of mine, she had suggested to me to read this book, she said that this book is extremely worth reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then, I have searched about this book on the internet, and yes, it is a good one. In conclusion, I wanna have this book, although it might have seen impossible I guess, for me. Because I don't think my monetary saving would have allowed me to do so. Sigh, I really wanna have it though, would anyone do me a favour by giving me this book, at least for a birthday present? In my dream. That's all. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7855257591738031194?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7855257591738031194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7855257591738031194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7855257591738031194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7855257591738031194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/eat-pray-love.html' title='eat, pray, love.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIfl124UfJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/1cU39l-nJUA/s72-c/Eat,_Pray,_Love_%E2%80%93_Elizabeth_Gilbert,_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6735241832413076592</id><published>2010-09-09T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:12:14.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>international burn a koran day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slm, hi alls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As all Muslims are superbly busy with all the preparations for Hari Raya, the other side of these so-called *greatest* human beings are superbly busy in preparing for an event that would be happened in September 11, 2010 as a celebration for anniversary in regards to Sept, 11 tragedy. The celebration is called as &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/top-officials-condemn-terry-jones-plan-burn-korans/story?id=11583827"&gt;"INTERNATIONAL BURN A KORAN DAY"&lt;/a&gt; ; Click on in to get further explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, what is wrong with them, they are the ones who are messing with us, then, they wanted to add more hatred and vengeance for us towards them. C'mon, Al-Quran is the most sacred book of Muslims, respect us. We didn't do anything bad for their sacred book, they are seriously have gone too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6735241832413076592?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6735241832413076592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6735241832413076592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6735241832413076592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6735241832413076592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/international-burn-koran-day.html' title='international burn a koran day?'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-8751717997317161324</id><published>2010-09-09T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:21:59.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>today's my lil sis's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Slm syawal semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Salam syawal semua, ramadhan akhirnya akan melabuhkan tirainya. Hari ini bersamaan dengan 30 Ramadhan, last terawih jugak td, maka tamatlah ramadhan sesi 2010. Hari ini jugak merupakan hari jadi adik kecil saya yang saya sayang amat sebab dia sangat suka menemani saya kemana-mana saya pergi. Banyak menolong saya dan hilangkan kebosanan saya. Thanks ya wahai adikku. Aku tau kau adik the best yang aku ada. Kau paling paham aku walau kau kecil lagi. Kau dah lah mirip aku sebijik. Kau juga tau banyak rahsia aku ;p. Kau best friend aku jugak. Semoga kau menjadi insan berjaya kelak kerana aku akan sentiasa berharap yang terbaik akan diperolehi olehmu.Selamat Hari Jadi yang ke-10! Amin.Oleh itu aku bagi kau award &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;best friend termuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; aku. ;)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dari kakakmu yang juga comel, heheeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-8751717997317161324?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/8751717997317161324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=8751717997317161324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8751717997317161324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/8751717997317161324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/todays-my-lil-siss-birthday.html' title='today&apos;s my lil sis&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3319913656119972364</id><published>2010-09-08T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:05:42.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>tarawih, terawih, terawikh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hi alls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay the thing is today would be the last day all of Muslims around the world would have be fasting. It means tonight we're going to have the last tarawih/terawih/terawikh. They are just the same, different spelling would have still have the same meaning right? Hurm, so at the moment, in Malaysia, the clock shows that it is now 7.46pm.It means the last terawih will be there soon. Sometimes, I was thinking, if I didn't go for terawih, what would be the difference with other months? Hurm... However, they are still people who didn't go for terawih, I mean, what were they thinking? Ramadhan only happens once a year and imagine how many gifts would have been awarded by Allah to those who had used this month wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;zozo ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3319913656119972364?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3319913656119972364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3319913656119972364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3319913656119972364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3319913656119972364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/tarawih-terawih-terawikh.html' title='tarawih, terawih, terawikh.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5952136592718383964</id><published>2010-09-08T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:12:44.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>adventure type of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am so delighted in here to introduce to all this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanafedora.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;http://hanafedora.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aren't they sweet? Is it too much if I wanna live a life like them? Or in a dream? Once I have opened this blog, all those that were written and all the pictures that were taken had been saved in my memories. What a lovely love they are having, what a perfect couple they are, and what a magic if that could have happened to me. Oh I am so in love reading her entries day by day. And.. and... and... their passion for love is undoubtedly unutterable ;))) I was thinking, am I the one who are adoring others' love like this. To whom would I dedicate this to? Would there be anyone who would adore me like what I am doing right now. It  is a question and yet remained as it is w/out an answer. Love is something beautiful, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIZx5z8zioI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Qv5RK9U8P60/s400/love+lost.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514220031773477506" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s: hurm... Maybe I am not yet deserve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xoxo.&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/933694763543661081-5952136592718383964?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5952136592718383964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5952136592718383964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5952136592718383964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5952136592718383964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/adventure.html' title='adventure type of love.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIZx5z8zioI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Qv5RK9U8P60/s72-c/love+lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7410075668675584800</id><published>2010-09-07T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:08:38.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>my life is so full of secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hi alls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lately I've been writing some stuffs. About life in general. Mesti dah bosan kan asyik tulis something yang penuh ngan intisari, sampai ramai yang xphm ape yang aku cuba sampaikan. The thing is blog aku mmg bosan, and basically apa yang aku tulis adalah based on my observations. Honestly, it is very hard to find a person who would have sat and listened to your thoughts thoroughly. And after they have listened, as usual you might have wanted to listen to their opinions in reply to what you have been spoken right? That's the thing, for me I don't have that kind of person in my life. It's not like I didn't try, in fact I've tried like so much, and the reactions were so much disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's why I need a blog, although not many would have read my tiny little heart, but it could at least have freed my burden to carry such lots of secrets, loneliness, and emptiness in my heart. I could have not afforded to face all these all alone. Sometimes I need friends, but as usual I am an anti-trust-friends type of person, so it is kinda hard for me to do it all by myself. What I do now is treat Allah the greatest as my best friend. Whenever I feel sad and as if wanna cry, that's HIM I'll seek opinions from. How cool is that? Making your own God as your best friend? It is cool though, I've never thought to do this but at some turning point, you've just admitted that you can't do all the things that you wanna do. You can't get what you always want, for that, Allah has the power, He can give what we want, He can answer all of our Doas, He can please us by giving eternal happiness. Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;People who might have known me these days, might have said me as a pity person, well I don't care anymore. Once upon a time, I have had these kinda fights with several of my friends, yes it is regarding trust so on and so forth. When I rolled back to those old stories of mine, why would I give a care so much about them? Let them be, soon they'll laugh because of their own dumbness. Yes I have made a mistake for giving a damn care about those useless jerks. *don't mind my words, i'm pissed off whenever I retold my stories*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm so sorry, it is just there are so many things that have happened in my life. And truth be told I am so much hate BETRAYERS/BACKSTABBERS. Remember don't mess things with me, or else you'll regret because I won't forgive for God's sake. Until the day you come in front of me, admit your wrongdoings, only that I'll forgive. But remember I won't forget. TRUST? I'm sorry you're out of the lists. But I'm wondering, where the hell they are, never come into my life at all to seek for forgiveness? Let them be, sorry, you're not yet be forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ha kan dah emo, that's why malas ckp. ;p Tapi serius owh, aku xboleh lupa perkara ni, sampai bila-bila. Semoga Allah ampunkan dosa-dosa korang semua, dan semoga Allah bagi pengajaran balik kat korang semua. Aku serahkan kepada Allah seratus peratus. Answer me Ya Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Until then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7410075668675584800?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7410075668675584800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7410075668675584800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7410075668675584800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7410075668675584800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-is-so-full-of-secrets.html' title='my life is so full of secrets.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3731421505580026142</id><published>2010-09-06T02:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:54:13.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i'm such a useless daughter of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3731421505580026142?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3731421505580026142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3731421505580026142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3731421505580026142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3731421505580026142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sorry-mom.html' title='i&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7388453949909773795</id><published>2010-09-04T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T04:40:54.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>cinta si lailatul qadar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIE6QOdxppI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QrcP-XIaIPk/s1600/gadis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIE6QOdxppI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QrcP-XIaIPk/s400/gadis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512751469313500818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ada seorang perempuan, yang masih belum mengerti rahsia dan zat-zat dari Pencipta-Nya. Laila seorang gadis yang dahulunya seorang yang berfikir pendek. Seorang yang dikenali oleh rakan-rakannya kerana kelebihan yang dia ada. Bukan dia tidak tahu, malah dia mengerti benar tentang semua itu. Ada rakannya yang cukup kagum dengannya, tetapi dia tidak pernah mengerti apa yang ada dengan dirinya. Kisah dia, sebagai seorang gadis yang mempunyai ramai kenalan, tetapi dia seorang yang berhati keras. Di sekolahnya dahulu, die digeruni kerana ketegasan yang terpancar dari lirikan mata dan raut wajahnya yang bengis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dia seorang yang berkaliber, pandai berkata-kata. Tapi ada juga yang tersentuh dengan kata-katanya, Laila seorang yang berterus-terang, namun hatinya ikhlas. Kadang-kala, rakan taulan tidak memahami lenggok percakapannya. Walhal, jauh di sudut hatinya, dia seorang yang mahu menjaga hati semua pihak. Baginya, apa yang betul biarlah dilunaskan, tidak perlu disimpan dijadikan perkasam, kerana kelak berulatlah jawabnya. Hidup perlu telus, hidup biar berani berhadapan musuh. Prinsip hidupnya yang kuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aku kagum dengan Laila, gadis sepertinya bukan senang kujumpa di zaman ini. Hidupnya di kolej penuh dengan caranya tersendiri. Hidupnya bagaikan seekor burung yang bebas terbang tanpa sangkar. Asalnya Lalila seorang yang lemah, tetapi semakin lama, dia menjadi seorang yang gagah seakan teruna. Dia seteguh karang. Sekeras pasir di tepian pantai, masih gah walau dihempas ombak. Tetapi Laila sentiasa diselubungi dugaan, dugaan yang terpaksa dia lalui sendiri. Setiap perkara dilakukan, dicubanya selesaikan sendiri, Laila kuat. Dia tidak pernah menangis untuk isu yang kecil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kali pertama kulihat Laila menitiskan air matanya ialah, di malam itu. Di sepuluh malam terakhir Ramadhan. Malam Lailatul Qadar barangkali. Semoga Laila menjadi seorang yang lebih kental, dan semoga cinta Laila kepada yang Maha Esa di malam Lailatul Qadar itu mendapat restu daripada-NYA. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dalam al-Quran, Allah SWT berfirman yang bermaksud:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Sesungguhnya Kamu telah menurunkan Al-Quran ini pada Malam Lailatul-Qadar, dan apa jalannya engkau dapat megetahui apa dia kebesaran malam Lailatul-Qadar itu? Malam Lailatul-Qadar lebih baik daripada seribu bulan. Pada malam itu, turun malaikat dan Jibril dengan izin Tuhan mereka, kerana membawa segala perkara (yang ditakdirkan berlakunya pada tahun yang berikut); Sejahteralah Malam yang berkat itu sehingga terbit fajar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hadis dari Aishah yang diriwayatkan oleh Imam Bukhari:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Carilah sedaya-upaya mengenai Lailatul Qadar pada sepuluh malam ganjil pada akhir Ramadhan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;p/s: Semoga aku sekental Laila. Carilah redha Allah di sepuluh malam yang terakhir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ikhlas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'ms sans serif', sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7388453949909773795?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7388453949909773795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7388453949909773795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7388453949909773795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7388453949909773795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/lailatul-qadar.html' title='cinta si lailatul qadar.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TIE6QOdxppI/AAAAAAAAAbE/QrcP-XIaIPk/s72-c/gadis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3544419387451322576</id><published>2010-09-03T00:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T02:32:06.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>a story of a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As she walks by, there was a voice murmuring at the back of the classroom. Everybody's going out, searching for foods. While she was so alone. Thinking all those things that her friends have done to her. She won't forget that, for God's sake. For her, friends are always remained as friends. But remember trust can't be remained. A mirror that has been broken into thousand pieces, would it be as same as it is before it has been broken into pieces? No! Still, you can fix it back with glue, but tell me what you can see in the mirror after you have fixed it back with a sea of glue? You'll see a face of you as ugly as you could not have imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her life is all about forgiveness, sacrifices, friendship and love. Her life is so boring, but she always think one step forward from anyone else. She realizes that she has no advantages as an ordinary girl could have possessed, that is why she learns how to be extra-ordinary out of them. Everything that makes her feel good, she'll try. She won't listen what people would have said about her anymore, everyday makes her feel stronger. Although she has lost almost everyone and everything that she loves, with full of determination &amp;amp; the love of Allah, her heart feels stronger than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends are important, but for her, friends are dangerous. She would have not trusted 100%, that is why she feels full of sadness, because she doesn't know to whom she could pour all the sadness to? She cries almost everynight, she's almost giving up her life. But, there it is, she knows there was some missing part of her that she didn't have realized. She misses Allah so much, and Allah misses her so much. She lacks LOVE from the one who had created herself. That night she cried, cried, and cried. Everyday goes like that, with tears falling down on her cheeks. But she didn't care. Until one day, she knows that Allah is the one that she could have cared if the most. From that day on, she learns to ignore what people would have said about her. She learns to ignore the way people would have stared at her. She learns to ignore what people would have thought of her. Because it is all nothing and she feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What would she has gotten from them? Money, she doesn't think so. For her, if people are so much longed for respect, don't fight for it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It comes naturally.&lt;/span&gt; She knows she is in the right path, she is hoping that Allah would have answered her prayer. Soon. She'll be waiting, until her dying day. She loves to be loved by a person, but this note is immortal. A promise for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"accept me for who i am, don't try to change me because i won't follow,&lt;br /&gt;i am a woman who has my own dignity,&lt;br /&gt;i have my own principle that no one can change,&lt;br /&gt;i am strong independent one, don't underestimate me"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and if that was what has been planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and if fate says that she deserves to be alone like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...she'll accept it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;truthfully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3544419387451322576?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3544419387451322576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3544419387451322576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3544419387451322576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3544419387451322576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-of-girl.html' title='a story of a girl.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-5503476184621639953</id><published>2010-08-15T07:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:49:08.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>i rule my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGc4A0vQBpI/AAAAAAAAAac/7Rzgg3bYINU/s1600/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGc4A0vQBpI/AAAAAAAAAac/7Rzgg3bYINU/s400/babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505430656291702418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum &amp;amp; Salam Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye u'olls. This time I feel lonely, like nobody is with me. Although I'm in fact in the middle of lots of people, still I feel I am a loner. How would I explain the words since it is unutterable &amp;amp; indescribable? How I miss my mom. I love her so much. I am missing my family so much. They know how it feels to be me, they'll always make me feel secure in whatever situation I'm in. Thanks to Allah for letting me live in this little word with a very big family of mine. Oh I miss Faiq so much, he's a very tiny little thing that moves so fast that I could have not chased because he runs so fast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a video regarding how people misused the passion of LOVE into a "grossgusting" lust. As what we have seen in our daily lives, there are lots of news regarding how couples have actually misled their lives by having sexual intercourse out of wedlock. The effect is you'll be having a baby, of course you know the consequences. I am in fact feeling sympathy towards the babies, they are innocent. I've seen this one picture where the baby had been flushed into the toilet bowl however the baby was in fact too big to be flushed away into the bowl. Thus the baby's body stucked in the bowl's hole. Oh my gosh, I know maybe the baby will be giving you full of embarrassment due to the mistakes that they have done. But there are other ways to wrap the wounds by giving the babies to certain welfare institution or to those who are really longed for babies. They have done this cruelty to wrong little tiny creatures. I feel so bad for that. ;'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was that supposed to mean. Are human being ignorance to the purity of love? Are they being too blind by the passion of love? Are they being uncertain how love can be used to lead one's life to happiness? Why? Do I have the answer? Do you have the answers? I am hating myself for not being able to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am conscious. I am me , Izzati/mcr. I know what I am talking about. Don't judge me by looking to my physical appearance, don't judge me by observing to my words and don't judge me by listening to the murmuring of losers'. If you want to know me well, ask me. I hate people, I don't trust them. Oh how am I supposed to explain anymore? I know this is one sort of test, soon, I'll be hoping that Allah will send me a gift to console my heart, to cure the wounds, to wrap the injury. I will keep in on praying coz I know Allah is always by my side. Yes, I am certain about this. Regardless how much I insulted the people so much, consider me, myself in that kind of human being also, it is just, I am lucky. Lucky to be escaped, only Allah knows. Thanks Ya Allah, for saving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGc4-zdp0AI/AAAAAAAAAak/YHH-JZfJkWE/s1600/islamic+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGc4-zdp0AI/AAAAAAAAAak/YHH-JZfJkWE/s400/islamic+couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505431721101348866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is precious, beautiful &amp;amp; sacred"&lt;/span&gt; - wouldn't it be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am talking about, but secrets are meant to be secrets. Don't ask me, because you don't deserve to know. Don't ask which path I should go, because I rule my life. If you're so much curious, be part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Izzati.&lt;br /&gt;Salam Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-5503476184621639953?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/5503476184621639953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=5503476184621639953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5503476184621639953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/5503476184621639953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-rule-my-life.html' title='i rule my life.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGc4A0vQBpI/AAAAAAAAAac/7Rzgg3bYINU/s72-c/babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4016003686819624780</id><published>2010-08-14T06:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:53:06.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aal iz well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGXODbKIl7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/s7kB53SaHhs/s1600/20050506110458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGXODbKIl7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/s7kB53SaHhs/s400/20050506110458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505032677755492274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejam celik, pejam celik, hari ni dah masuk hari ke-4 semua muslimin muslimat berpuasa. Sambut ramadhan kali ni, sederhana sangat. Yelah, 1st ramadhan pon kat kampus je. Makan dengan kawan-kawan yang ada. Dapat solat terawih untuk ramadhan yang pertama, rasa lain sangat. Rindu kat mak, kalau tak mesti pergi solat terawih ngan dia. Kalau kat umah dekat je jarak, lepas buka puasa, biasanya basuh pinggan and then solat maghrib. Bila dah siap-siap semua, jalan kaki ngan mak. Nasib baiklah, cuti kali ni panjang, sempat lah nak terawih ngan mak seminggu. Rindu sangat kat family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila duduk sorang-sorang macam berlegar kat fikiran. Marliana tetibe post something kat wall, video klip winter sonata. O my gosh, cerita cinta lama. Haha, winter sonata kot. My favourite drama ever kot, sejak dari drama tu, terus minat korea. Suka sangat Choi Ji Woo ngan Bae Yong Jun. Sampai semua bende pon mesti ade connection ngan winter sonata, muke pon da jadi cam You Jin. haha aiceh, xdelah sampai macam tu kan. Bila tengak klip winter sonata, teringat zaman muda-muda dulu, klaka kot. :) My friends knew how i acted when i was in tingkatan 1-3, perangai sangat teruk. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw this drama, maybe years ago. Yela, of all countries in the world, selain nak pergi Tanah Suci, mmg sgt-sgt nak pergi Korea. Cantik! Maybe one day, nak pergi tasik tempat You Jin ngan Jun Sang date! Suke sangat. Tapi tak de peluang lagi lah, kene belajar rajin-rajin dulu. Ada rezeki dapatlah pergi sane. Hurm, kita org sederhana saje, kene usaha sendiri. Takpela, rezeki adenye nanti, betul tak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGXaLmKIFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7ci3KR51QCQ/s1600/3-idiots01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGXaLmKIFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7ci3KR51QCQ/s400/3-idiots01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505046012286735906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ape kaitan post kali ni ngan "aal iz well". ALL IS WELL,  ini semuanya adaptasi daripada cerita "3 idiots".  Cerita ini bukan typical hindustan movie tau, die sangat lain, ala2 slumdog millionaire. Cerita org genius, best. Dlam cerita ini, kalaukite ade masalah, mereka suke sebut "aal iz well", nanti everything will be alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, ini semua salah marliana sebab telah mengingatkan aku kepada winter sonata! Tak suke tau u buat i sedih. heheee.. Ok that's all, semoga ramadhan kali ini memberikan lebih banyak barakah dan hidayah daripada ramadhan-ramadhan yang sebelumnya.. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4016003686819624780?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4016003686819624780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4016003686819624780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4016003686819624780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4016003686819624780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/08/aal-iz-well.html' title='aal iz well.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGXODbKIl7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/s7kB53SaHhs/s72-c/20050506110458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1607430257472512620</id><published>2010-08-11T03:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T03:53:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.08.89</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGGtxlWmxwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wn-ftLn3Azo/s1600/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGGtxlWmxwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wn-ftLn3Azo/s400/best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503871286975579906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a good friend of mine ♥ Happy Birthday... I have found something for you to figure it out, and I think it is so much TRUE! Take a good hard look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6,&lt;/span&gt; Muharram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1410 Hijrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perilaku Berdasarkan Bulan Islam: MUHARRAM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersifat pendiam, sihat fikirannya. Mungkin akan menjadi bodoh jika tidak mendapat didikan yang sempurna, walaupun begitu, jika dididik dengan baik, dia boleh menjadi cerdik kerana bakat fikiran yang pintar cerdas ada padanya.... Dia mempunyai keinginan yang baik dan selalu berada dalam selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul kan, you are born as a clever person, use it wisely, you're so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1607430257472512620?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1607430257472512620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1607430257472512620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1607430257472512620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1607430257472512620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/08/090889.html' title='09.08.89'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGGtxlWmxwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wn-ftLn3Azo/s72-c/best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2289416063747107223</id><published>2010-08-10T05:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:51:28.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>why i used to be slim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGB2tZ_7iuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/eaFuuhtbHEo/s1600/fat-guy-cartoon_www-txt2pic-com.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGB2tZ_7iuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/eaFuuhtbHEo/s400/fat-guy-cartoon_www-txt2pic-com.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503529267091966690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum &amp;amp; Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I won't tell you a story about the sadness to be me. What really matters in this post is regarding "why i used to be SLIM". It is not a question, it is a statement. What on earth am I talking about. Phew~ The thing is my weight is tremendously increased, what happened to me? I am FAT ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little thing ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGB37FDgIEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/n3qpbwRXy88/s1600/b700405330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGB37FDgIEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/n3qpbwRXy88/s400/b700405330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503530601499598914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I don't need a stalker/s. I curse you if you are being here, get outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2289416063747107223?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2289416063747107223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2289416063747107223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2289416063747107223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2289416063747107223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-i-used-to-be-slim.html' title='why i used to be slim.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TGB2tZ_7iuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/eaFuuhtbHEo/s72-c/fat-guy-cartoon_www-txt2pic-com.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6859577926305736396</id><published>2010-08-02T02:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:14:30.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>when it comes to heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TFXGJOINTzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WUiT2l5q-ks/s1600/time+will+tell.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TFXGJOINTzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WUiT2l5q-ks/s400/time+will+tell.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500520381616574258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! What's up! Today was very tiring ;( I'm totally exhausted. Lots of thing needed to be done, and I just cannot perform all of those responsibility on time. So sorry to you guys, from members of group assignments to the law society. As usual, assignments are like mountains of them, plus at the same time I need to handle lots of programs, only God knows how tiring I am. But, I'll make sure that everything will be smoothly settled. I hope people &amp;amp; friends would have understood me, the thing is I've tried, is trying, &amp;amp; will try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what I am going to talk about. My post entitled "when it comes to heart". What does it mean? Well honestly, I just don't know how to start my writing this time. Masih blurr. Mengapakah ini terjadi? Sometimes when it comes to certain level of thinking, people might have made conclusion based on what they've seen. Basically, these types of people would have not try to put the situation of what they've seen in their shoes, that's why, they tend to jump into conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, maybe to the certain things, I want perfection out of everything. This is me, I want everything is seemed perfect and it is mostly perfect. Only then, I'll be satisfied of what I've done. If I didn't do my very best, I will at last regret of what I haven't done. Gosh, why is everything so hard for me? Perfection means nothing? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is something that we can't reach, even if we've have made effort to grab it. I'm not perfect also, but how does it feel when people expect you to be someone who is very perfect. And I know I have no capacity to be that kind of person. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;i am still me. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TFXGpcc6OqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xDYm--7a48A/s1600/dst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TFXGpcc6OqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xDYm--7a48A/s400/dst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500520935217314466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6859577926305736396?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6859577926305736396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6859577926305736396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6859577926305736396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6859577926305736396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-it-comes-to-heart.html' title='when it comes to heart.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TFXGJOINTzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WUiT2l5q-ks/s72-c/time+will+tell.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6583371131372855763</id><published>2010-07-28T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T04:39:26.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>lucky.</title><content type='html'>She is so lucky, but why does she cry?&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in her life&lt;br /&gt;Why do tears come at night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6583371131372855763?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6583371131372855763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6583371131372855763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6583371131372855763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6583371131372855763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucky.html' title='lucky.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6205152532251098760</id><published>2010-07-15T05:14:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:15:30.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>a new life begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtUOTIc1HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9EjINJmkD-0/s1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 463px; height: 280px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497580374766441586" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtUOTIc1HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9EjINJmkD-0/s400/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye all, should i, or shouldn't i introduce my name to all? No need right? I guess you should have known my name, cos there'll always a reason why a person would have clicked to view this blog. Because you wanna know about me? Kidding, hye friends! 1st of all, I know, so sorry to you guys, I have been privated my blog since 2 months ago due to a reason. But now, Im okay, I am returning to my favorite daily hobby. WRITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me tell you guys something. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Year Law Student!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeay I survived for 2 years at Sintok, Kedah, which is situated very far away from my hometown and it takes 12 hours to reach my hometown, Kuantan, Pahang. Semester 5 would be a new thing for me because all of the subjects are new. This semester I'll be reading Equity &amp;amp; Trust I, Land Law I, Company &amp;amp; Corporate Management Law I, Administrative Law, Banking Law, Islamic Banking Law, and Public Speaking. They are 7 of them. They are also core subjects and tough ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To obtain an excellent result is not that easy, it takes hard work and lotsa effort. Well, if people can do, so do I. Why is everything seem awkward? Im just feeling not right, probably it has been 2 months that I haven't write anything in my blog, plus, yeah, I have been hiding somewhere where people can't reach me through internet connection. Why? Well, what is the function of secret if everyone has the right to know everything? Uh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here in UUM Sintok, there's nothing much can do. But friends are so much important, if not I'll be so lost. Haha, need them to do the chit-chat thingy and all the mengusha stuff. Hehe. Okay, What happened was, yesterday The UUM law students' society had organized an event called "Interaksi Senior &amp;amp; Junior". By referring to the title of the event itself, it automatically reflects its the mission. This program was handled by the Excos and several senior members of UUM LawSoc. It was smooth and clear. Meeting the juniors was indeed fun and exhilarating. I love them, and I'll do my very best for themselves. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtXaANtAnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1s8DamO5qag/s1600/35288_145499505467265_100000216498178_438373_4011920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 458px; height: 309px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497583874381513330" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtXaANtAnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1s8DamO5qag/s400/35288_145499505467265_100000216498178_438373_4011920_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Excos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtUlKLXBWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AlhvirD7-HI/s1600/pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 420px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497580767499715938" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtUlKLXBWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AlhvirD7-HI/s400/pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in this pic, they are my friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, it was fun you know to experience new things. I know sometimes, people are tired of facing the same old things in their daily lives. For me, yeah that's so true. That's why Allah has created human beings with brain, so that people who could have done so much effort to improve themselves would have succeeded their lives so much better than anyone else. The phrase "anyone else" is subjective, I'm not referring to any people, but if you have done so much effort to make yourself the extra-ordinary one, for sure you'll see the consequences of your effort sooner or later. It is just a matter of time. Sometimes, we don't wanna let time to tell us the plot of our life. Why? Because we don't put trust on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;Okay, let me give you an example. If you have problems, and that problems were too serious and undoubtedly cannot be solved by yourself. At the end of the day, the person that the story will be told is going to be the person that you trusted the most. The question is, why do you believe in that person? Because you have faith on him that he can console you down right? It is a matter of faith. Who do we need to lean the faith on? The person that we trusted the most. That was my analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;So what we can smimilarize in here is, the person we trusted the most is equal to time. Let time do its work. All that we need to do is, follow the flow of life. We cannot predict the future. But believe in me, what could have faced by us is going to be the best of all. Be positive, just grab the chances in front of your eyes. Don't let it floating away and dissapear like that, it is so much humaliating. So, guys, to be a great person, there are two things. Observe and practise. I'll leave it to you to ponder the rest. Smile ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;All in all, what could have said by me? yeah, happy blogging back, and I am totally a brand new mcr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;you know me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6205152532251098760?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6205152532251098760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6205152532251098760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6205152532251098760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6205152532251098760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-life-begins.html' title='a new life begins.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TEtUOTIc1HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9EjINJmkD-0/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1146640145650977100</id><published>2010-06-27T14:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:13:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila hati...</title><content type='html'>Bila hati xmampu menyusun kata.&lt;br /&gt;Bila bibir xmampu mengungkap ayat,&lt;br /&gt;Bila lidah xmampu membaitkan lagu,&lt;br /&gt;Maka, biarlah ia menjadi rahsia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1146640145650977100?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1146640145650977100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1146640145650977100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1146640145650977100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1146640145650977100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/06/bila-hati.html' title='bila hati...'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-3688790512194211201</id><published>2010-06-08T19:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:37:43.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>praktikal: edisi 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A week I have been practising myself as a practical student. It wasn't that bad, it was good. Today, I learnt a little bit how to mix with all of the community in the society. Yeah I admit that I didn't really do the chit-chat thingy with all of the staffs, it wasn't in my plan. I'm just being cautious, I don't want to ruin my reputation and also my University. I don't want to leave the court with a bad reputation. The best way that I could have done is to be polite and just smile to whoever. But what makes me wanna stop from smiling at them is, when they don't even have the intention to reply mine. Ya Allah, help me with all these creatures you have made. Make them understand me, I just wanna be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, there was a little bit farewell ceremony to celebrate Puan Farah Hana Binti Hashim for getting a job as a Magistrate. She's young, she's 26 years old. She's so lucky to have this opportunity to experience herself as a Magistrate. I do adore her, she is not even proud of herself. She is very humble. I really wanna be like her. I really wanna be a Magistrate. That's my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TA4tXlziN2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/U8kKmjV_93k/s1600/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 256px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480367679864977250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TA4tXlziN2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/U8kKmjV_93k/s400/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Puan Farah Hana Binti Hashim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TA4u1Brmu8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/FOoHmyckSOk/s1600/DSC01841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 225px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480369285075745730" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TA4u1Brmu8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/FOoHmyckSOk/s400/DSC01841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner during practical and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I didn't get what I really wanted. Thus, it makes me feel sad and unhappy. But, I always said to myself that, there might be something much more better for me waiting in a long distance, far away there. I could have achieved it if I don't give up and keep on fighting. I know it's hard, but that's what life is all about. I should have be stronger than before, because 2 more years to go is not as the past 2 years. I don't have a person who could have supported me everyday, I need to do it on my own now. Ya Allah, please help me. I need your strength, bless me Ya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until then, Wslm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-3688790512194211201?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/3688790512194211201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=3688790512194211201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3688790512194211201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/3688790512194211201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/06/praktikal-edisi-2.html' title='praktikal: edisi 2'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TA4tXlziN2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/U8kKmjV_93k/s72-c/DSC01834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-2514819055190529271</id><published>2010-06-07T19:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:15:26.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>praktikal: edisi 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hai semua, semoga sentiasa dibawah lindungan Allah. Hurm, hari ni nak ceritakan apa yang berlaku sepanjang seminggu aku berpraktikal. 1st of all, masa mula-mula masuk mmg sangatlah blurr. Tak tau nk buat apa. Tp least menunggu setengah jam barulah kitaorg ni dientertainkan. Tapi tak apa, sabar itu kan separuh daripada iman. Then, kitaorang ditempatkan di library mahkamah tinggi kuantan. Kat situ dah ada 2 orang budak praktikal, sorang dari UIA, sorang lagi dari UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, dalam pukul 9.00pg kitaorang akan bergerak ke court. Untuk mendengar the hearings lah kan. So far banyak jugaklah kes menarik. Antara yang paling menarik perhatian aku ialah, kes rogol, kes juvana dan kes dadah/seks luar nikah. Apa yang menarik tentang kes-kes ini ialah, kes-kes ini agak berat dan apabila hukuman dijatuhkan kepada pesalah, the reactions from them were unpredictable. Some of them were crying, some of them seem cool enough to face the sanctions and some of them were pleading to the judge/magistrate. I felt sympathy to them, but what can i do? Seriously, when I was in the court, when the magistrate was giving the judgment, I do feel sorry to the accused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevermind, well, being in the court almost everyday made me feel like I am one of the lawyers. But it never makes me feel proud, because I am not yet a lawyer. Everytime I walk from the office heading to the court, I always bear in mind that whoever person that I will be, Allah is the greatest and I'm not gonna be the most superior of all. And that feeling made me feel humble and friendly to greet whoever even the guilty people. Ok today was good, I was introduced to new members, I mean new practical students from USIM.They are nice, and they are 4th year students. I must admit that they are indeed possess mountains of knowledge that me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday is a new day, everyday I saw a new scenery, new information and knowledge. My heart is still not in a good condition, but I don't want to hold grudges anymore. I don't want to hurt my heart, this time, I want to let it go. I want to make all those sweet memories fly away, and away. I want happiness, thus I want everyone to be happy with all my heart. It's okay, I am trying to handle it very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I have met a lawyer named Dato' Shariff. He is a good lawyer. We have shared our opinion, I am impressed with him, someday I will work with him, insyaAllah. Of all the lawyers in Kuantan High Court, he had captured my attention. He has a good quality to be a lawyer, he says that &lt;i&gt;"if you wanna be a good lawyer, you must be brave. Don't act like you know everything, ask questions, don't be afraid, or else you'll be shivering in front of the judge"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily, I still have 2 years to go, I will sharpen my soft skills, and maintan my CGPA. I wanna be a magistrate/judge, but deep in my heart I want to practise. Hurm, I want to prove to all that I will be somebody, and I hope Allah S.W.T will never let me being away from HIM. Help me Ya Allah, without YOU, I coudn't reach this far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until then, thanks for reading. Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-2514819055190529271?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/2514819055190529271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=2514819055190529271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2514819055190529271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/2514819055190529271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/06/praktikal-edisi-1.html' title='praktikal: edisi 1'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-7575773233600243037</id><published>2010-05-31T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:36:33.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TANmbvwjnII/AAAAAAAAAXs/CYO-cNGO434/s1600/lesen+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477334198675283074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TANmbvwjnII/AAAAAAAAAXs/CYO-cNGO434/s400/lesen+p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hai semua, hari ini ada berita gembira. Saya dah dapat Lesen P! Tadi lama gila tunggu, nervous kot. Berdebar-debar tunggu turn. Tadi masa test, si orang JPJ tu mcm kesian kat aku tau, die cakap sopan-sopan je, suh buat elok-elok. Tp ngan orang lain ditengkingnye. Hm, maybe dia kasihankan aku. Iyelah, muka aku macam xbermaya+sedih je all the time. Apa-apa pon, semua yang dah lepas, aku sangat berterima kasih dan bersyukur kepada Allah S.W.T dan Family yang sentiasa bantu aku, dari segi mental dan fizikal. Bagi orang lain, test driving senang, tapi bagi aku sangatlah susah. Macam nak dapatkan A1 untuk ADD MATH! Haha, ADD MATH adalah subjek yang aku paling lemah, so nak dapatkan A1 tu mmgla jauh panggang dari api. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after all, aku dah lulus, dan dah layak bawak kereta. So lepas ni, aku dah xtakut-takut &amp;amp; curi-curi bawak kereta lagi. Happy sangat, tapi still, nervous aku belum hilang, esok ialah 1hb June 2010, which is tarikh aku start praktikal. Bermakna aku kan berjinak-jinak dengan kerjaya sebenar aku sebagai bakal peguam. Esok aku akan berjumpa dengan Ketua Hakim Mahkamah Tinggi Kuantan, VT Singam. Hm, then jumpe all the judges and all the lawyers. Rasa takot jugaklah. So penampilan kene jaga, selama ni xade baju kurung hitam putih, sekarang dah ada 5 pasang, cantik-cantik semuanya. Sebenarnya, xadalah cantik sangat, cuma aku ni jenis xsuka shopping lelame, rasa nak muntah. So dapatlah 5 pasang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;InsyaAllah, selama sebulan aku akan menimba ilmu, mesti banyak dugaan, ak tau tu semua. So kawan-kawan xkira dimana kamu berada, doakanlah aku berjaya bergelar seorang peguam yang berjaya suatu hari nanti. Ini adalah cita-cita aku sejak dari kecil lagi. Ok, setakat ini dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-7575773233600243037?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/7575773233600243037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=7575773233600243037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7575773233600243037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/7575773233600243037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/TANmbvwjnII/AAAAAAAAAXs/CYO-cNGO434/s72-c/lesen+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-9006683320298836629</id><published>2010-05-26T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:14:08.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>petua menjadi seorang yang pemaaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S_wFQJ3F-EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp2b-WUFbiw/s1600/mulia_jadilah_pemaaf_uang_kaya_bisnis2_by_darma_ccti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S_wFQJ3F-EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp2b-WUFbiw/s400/mulia_jadilah_pemaaf_uang_kaya_bisnis2_by_darma_ccti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475257022058723394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S_wFQJ3F-EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp2b-WUFbiw/s1600/mulia_jadilah_pemaaf_uang_kaya_bisnis2_by_darma_ccti.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam aku menonton rancangan Anjakan Paradigma yang di hoskan oleh Dato' Dr. Hj. Fadzillah Kamsah. Terpikat dengan tajuk perbincangan tentang "Bagaimana caranya untuk menjadi seorang yang pemaaf". Menarik. So, apa yang di perjelaskan ialah, kalau seseorang insan itu ingin menjadi seorang yang pemaaf, kita perlulah maafkan semua orang yang telah melakukan kejahatan kepada kita walaupun perkara sangatlah mengguris hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abby Abadi selaku tetamu jemputan bertanya kepada Dato', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bagaiman jika seseorang itu telah melakukan kesalahan ke-100 kali?, perlukah kita maafkan orang yang sebegitu?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dato' menjawab,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Manusia melakukan kesilapan berjuta-juta kali, dan suatu hari ingin bertaubat kepada Allah, adakah Allah terima taubatnya? Jawapannya: Allah xpernah mengira berapa banyak pon dosa seseorang insan telah lakukan, tetapi DIA sentiasa memaafkan umatnya. Tetapi kenapa kita sebagai manusia biasa tidak mampu untuk memaakan insan yang lain sedangkan kita pon punyai cacat celanya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menarik soalan tu. Tak pernah terfikir, tp itulah, apa yang dikatakan oleh Dato mmg betul. Jadi, kita sebagai seorang manusia haruslah sentiasa memupuk perasaan memaafkan orang lain. Secara jujurnya, aku bukanlah orang yang senang memaafkan orang lain, tetapi, sampai bila aku ingin menyimpan dendam? Kita xtahu bila kita mati kan, so it's okay, walaupon sakit di hati ni masih berbekas, aku rasa mungkin sampai di sini sahajalah kot aku berdendam, so kepada kawan-kawan semua, yang kenal aku dari sejak aku lahir, aku maafkan semua kesalahan korang k? Aku sangat-sangat berharap kawan-kawan juga mcm tu, aku manusia biasa, xsempurna, banyak melakukan kesilapan, guris perasaan orang lain tanpa aku sedar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's okay, the most important thing is just be a person who won't forget Allah whenever we go. Hm, ada satu perkara nak share ngan kawan-kawan semua, kalau ada musibah melanda, lakukanlah 3 perkara ni, InsyaAllah dimakbulkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Ucapkan "Innalillahi Wainnalihi Raji'un"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Berdoa: Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, aku redha dengan musibah yang telah Kau turunkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Berdoa: Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, (mintalah  apa sahaja yang di ingini) cth: Aku telah kehilangan anak, maka Kau gantilah dengan yang lebih baik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Petua ini semuanya diambil dari apa yang dilontarkan oleh Dato' Dr. Haji Fadzilah Kamsah. So, semoga tips-tips ini berguna untuk semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-9006683320298836629?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/9006683320298836629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=9006683320298836629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/9006683320298836629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/9006683320298836629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/05/petua-menjadi-seorang-yang-pemaaf.html' title='petua menjadi seorang yang pemaaf'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S_wFQJ3F-EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yp2b-WUFbiw/s72-c/mulia_jadilah_pemaaf_uang_kaya_bisnis2_by_darma_ccti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6125789328750168079</id><published>2010-05-24T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:34:36.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>doa untuk kekasih.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S_qKpCqUJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Ib9qOI5oeHs/s1600/1_124854392l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474840734715881362" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S_qKpCqUJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Ib9qOI5oeHs/s400/1_124854392l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nama Allah yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya telah Engkau catatkan...&lt;br /&gt;Dia milikku tercipta buatku...&lt;br /&gt;Satukanlah hatinya dengan hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;Titipkanlah kebahagiaan antara kami...&lt;br /&gt;Agar kemesraan itu abadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhanku yang Maha Mengasihani...&lt;br /&gt;Seringkanlah kami melayari hidup ini...&lt;br /&gt;Ketepian yang sejahtera dan abadi...&lt;br /&gt;Maka jodohkanlah kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya telah Engkau takdirkan&lt;br /&gt;Dia bukan milikku...&lt;br /&gt;Bawalah dia jauh daripada pandanganku...&lt;br /&gt;Luputkanlah dia dari ingatanku...&lt;br /&gt;Dan periharalah aku dari kekecewaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah ya Tuhanku yang Maha Mengerti...&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah aku kekuatan...&lt;br /&gt;Menolak bayangannya jauh ke dada langit...&lt;br /&gt;Hilang bersama senja yang merah...&lt;br /&gt;Agarku sentiasa tenang...&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tanpa bersama dengannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah yang tercinta...&lt;br /&gt;Pasrahkanlah aku dengan takdir-Mu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya apa yang telah Engkau takdirkan&lt;br /&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukku...&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya Engkau Maha Mengetahui...&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang terbaik buat hamba-Mu ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Cukuplah Engkau sahaja yang menjadi pemeliharaku...&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia dan akhirat...&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkanlah rintihan daripada hamba-Mu&lt;br /&gt;yang daif ini...&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Engkau biarkan aku sendirian...&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia ini mahupun di akhirat...&lt;br /&gt;Menjuruskan aku ke arah kamaksiatan dan kemungkaran...&lt;br /&gt;Maka kurniakanlah aku seorang pasangan yang beriman...&lt;br /&gt;Agar aku dan dia sama-sama dapat&lt;br /&gt;membina kesejahteraan hidup...&lt;br /&gt;Ke jalan yang Engkau redhai...&lt;br /&gt;Dan kurniakanlah kepadaku keturunan yang&lt;br /&gt;soleh dan solehah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah kami kebahagiaan di dunia&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirat...&lt;br /&gt;Dan peliharalah kami dari azab api&lt;br /&gt;Neraka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(30, 43, 8); 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It tells you how much a person could have so much suffocated through a long distance relationship. How a person needs to sacrifice everything for the sake one's true love. And how friendship works to console a friend's heart. How much pain does a person could have suffered for an unanswered message. You can't tell how does it feels when a heart is in agony until you have felt it, with your heart, whole-heartedly. You don't know how much sadness came to fetch you when you are alone in making a tough decision which would have affected your life as a whole. You don't know, eventhough you have read this book for a thousand time. You'll figure it out until you have experienced it by yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hugs &amp;amp; kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-1281591998752808829?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1281591998752808829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1281591998752808829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1281591998752808829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1281591998752808829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-john.html' title='dear john.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-1893405980062669543</id><published>2010-05-15T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:58:04.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>hidup ini sgt menarik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;slm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heya guys =) good mood today am i?&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes. betullah tu. guess what, td nak bawak faiq jejalan naik moto. sbb faiq mmg sgt suke naik "vroom", hehe. die xpanggil moto sbb die pon xpandai ckp lg. so, kalau die nangis, ckp je nk naik "vroom" x? pastu die pon senyap and pg cari kunci moto. so td ak pon sesaje lah nak bwk si kecik tu jejalan kat sekeliling kampung beserah ni, yela ak kan dulu minah rempit kampung, setiap hari aku mmg akan naik moto ngan membe-membe. btw, sy budak kampung tau, bukan budak bandar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then td pon bwk la die, lame jugakla, sbb rindu kan dah lame xmeronggeng. pastu rs mcm xsedap hati la plak sbb nmpk minyak dah lebih dr paras E. aduh, tp tau2 je la kan ak ni jenis mcm mane, peduli ape, yang penting konfident. so dlm kekonfidenan ak tu, tetibe moto ak tu tersengguk-sengguk. pastu, bunyi mcm meletup, then moto pon dah berhenti. kesian adik aku yang pegang faiq tu, die kene balik rumah suh adik ak yang satu lg beli minyak. jauh wo rumah ak dr tempt dimana moto aku tu malfunction all of sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tp xpela, ak pon tunggu la, and then dlm 5mins pastu, boleh x 2org membe baik ak terberhenti kat depan ak sbb dieorang nk tukar driver sbb member ak tu malas nk drive. then, terserempak la plak ngan aku. menarik kan? knp dlm byk2 tempat, dieorang boleh tergerak hati nak tukar driver kat tempat moto ak xde minyak. seriusly, mmg tempat moto ak xde mintak trus. then, dieorang pon bwk ak pg beli minyak, tp sebelum tu adik ak sempat la bwk sebotol minyak sbb mmg kering kontang terus! so sgt terima kasih kat adik ak yang tlg ak -&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;izhar &amp;amp; izzah&lt;/span&gt;, and member2 ak 2 orang ni, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;asilah ngan athirah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see? seriusly, dlm kehidupan ak, bukan ak nk ckp ak ni special tp dlm setiap kesusahan yang ak alami, Allah sentiasa berikan ak sedikit pertolongan. xterfikir pon member ak akan tolong. itulah gunanya bila kite selalu tolong org, Allah akan selalu tolong kite. and InsyaAllah, ak akan sentiasa bantu sesiapa sahaja yang perlukan pertolongan ak, selagi ak mampu. =) itu sahaja lah thoughts ak hari, kpd kawan2 ak yang lain, selalu lah tlg mereka yang memerlukan pertolongan, walaupon hakikatnya anda sgtlah benci org tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mcr.&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/933694763543661081-1893405980062669543?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/1893405980062669543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=1893405980062669543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1893405980062669543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/1893405980062669543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/05/hidup-ini-sgt-menarik.html' title='hidup ini sgt menarik.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-6229311704529279288</id><published>2010-05-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:23:27.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>semoga bahagia.</title><content type='html'>=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-6229311704529279288?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/6229311704529279288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=6229311704529279288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6229311704529279288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/6229311704529279288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/05/semoga-bahagia.html' title='semoga bahagia.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933694763543661081.post-4453555519585079504</id><published>2010-04-26T04:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:47:46.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so random'/><title type='text'>menyemai cinta di mahligai syurga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkWLdnkbI/AAAAAAAAATk/xqZQxDttPTw/s1600/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464172948848349618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkWLdnkbI/AAAAAAAAATk/xqZQxDttPTw/s400/DSC01519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengantin lelaki yg sgt comel, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkVYbpjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/vv9iwfAX5hk/s1600/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464172935149882594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkVYbpjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/vv9iwfAX5hk/s400/DSC01473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real pengantin baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkUhWF4qI/AAAAAAAAATU/1AT6gYKirWc/s1600/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464172920362623650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkUhWF4qI/AAAAAAAAATU/1AT6gYKirWc/s400/DSC01471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Berbahagia. So, itu Angah aku &amp;amp; husband die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkUARClwI/AAAAAAAAATM/c_iUJHl1vvs/s1600/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464172911483066114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkUARClwI/AAAAAAAAATM/c_iUJHl1vvs/s400/DSC01369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja yang sgtlah berdedikasi hari tu. Sepupu sepapat ak pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkTvs06hI/AAAAAAAAATE/mnYmgXjFliw/s1600/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464172907036207634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkTvs06hI/AAAAAAAAATE/mnYmgXjFliw/s400/DSC01360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini meja VIP. Cantik kan? Kalah dinner aku kalau mcm ni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klik kat gamba untuk gamba yang lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mcr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/933694763543661081-4453555519585079504?l=ezatiey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/feeds/4453555519585079504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=933694763543661081&amp;postID=4453555519585079504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4453555519585079504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933694763543661081/posts/default/4453555519585079504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezatiey.blogspot.com/2010/04/menyemai-cinta-di-mahligai-syurga.html' title='menyemai cinta di mahligai syurga.'/><author><name>nor izzati zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063572362013089878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQGU4n6wbks/TvD5Xg7G8uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_tRjL1rCCng/s220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2lsit5Oz70/S9SkWLdnkbI/AAAAAAAAATk/xqZQxDttPTw/s72-c/DSC01519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
