<?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-1116563109379285983</id><updated>2011-07-14T11:56:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the midst of finding...</title><subtitle type='html'>me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3824705797722999638</id><published>2010-07-14T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:54:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alo? Alo?</title><content type='html'>Alo? Lame dah diriku bercadang nak update mende neh tapi mesti sampai separuh jalan. Dah elok tekan "new post" sekali hilang pokus lalu butang "X" menjadi pilihan. So, semester baru pun sudah bermulaaaa~ Adoi..fenin lah. Dah kene masuk gear balik ni. Baru first day gi skolah dah dapat task. Yelah, nak mengeluh pun cmne kan, setahun kat matrik, 3 tahun dah kat main camp, masuk tahun keempat 'yakni' (aku suke bile Dr. I sebut neh) final year neh memang lah kene expect bende yang susah-susah kan. Satu la nak complain pasal course ni...too theoretical lah. Bile gaknye yuyaiyeh nak suh die pnye "people in need" ('murid-murid' lah..kan Us. Afifi baru kasitau tadi. hadoi.) keluar dan cari pengalaman serta bina keyakinan diri ye? Ntoh le..jenuh dah bace bukuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu je tak habis-habis. Tak penah lah nak abis membace buku. ciss. Takpe-takpe. Ade 2 sem je lagi. Bertahanlah dikau wahai hati. Ceh. Dan-dan nak suh bertahan kan, minggu pertame je dah 3 hari ponteng. Takpelah, demi ibuku, ape pun aku sanggup. ccchhiiiieeeehhhhh (gaye endon bile dapat tau kawan die ade org usha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi dalam kelas Arab, ustaz ade cakap sekarang ni dah kena mula 'plan' untuk future. Dalam pale otak neh ligat sebenarnye fikir ape bende nak buat lepas habis belajar. Cuma tu lah, memang selagi tak habis, selagi tu lah takde kata putus. hurmm...ape lah aku nak plan ni. Keje dulu ke baru kawen...kawen dulu ke baru keje..keje kat sini ke kat luar...keje jadi ni ke jadi tu...nak terus sambung belajar ke keje dulu..dah keje nanti nk sambung belajar ke tak. Haduiihh...ntah lah. Biarlah masa yang menentukan...chhiieeehhh sekali lagi. Ape-ape pon, aku tetap gembira tilam aku dah tebal sekarang dengan kehadiran encik toto yang empuk dibawah bedsheet yang sodap dihiasi pule ngn binatang panjang warne-warni tuh. Seronok jumpe rakan-rakan semule. Masuk kelas sign attendance nampak "Level 4", bangge mak! wowee~ =)) Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3824705797722999638?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3824705797722999638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3824705797722999638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3824705797722999638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3824705797722999638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/07/alo-alo.html' title='Alo? Alo?'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5717528551098954013</id><published>2010-04-22T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:16:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAMU!</title><content type='html'>NOR AZMIL BIN MOHD NOR SHAMSURI! I MISS YOU! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5717528551098954013?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5717528551098954013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5717528551098954013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5717528551098954013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5717528551098954013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='KAMU!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4108904558755787360</id><published>2010-04-21T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:24:59.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Games</title><content type='html'>I found this online 'girl-game' site (yea~ it's girlgames1.com you see!) and I'm so addicted to it. I jump from one game to another and it really fills my day. Kesunyianku hapus dengan kewujudan game-game ni. Comel-comel! hehehehe. Ah~ Lagi beberapa hari je nak balik UIA dah. Suke? Tak suke? Entahlah. Bila masuk nanti semua dah nak start cuti. Kalau tak masuk, kena extend pulak. Takpelah. Sekejap je pon. 7 weeks. Mau naikkan pointer juga neh jadi mari kita fighto-oh sket. FIIIGGHHHTOOOOO-OH! hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas baru tengok movie Gokusen. Mau lah kebolehan macam Yankumi tu. Takpelah. Abaikan. Ah~~~~bila la boleh jumpa pojaan hatiku neh. hurm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4108904558755787360?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4108904558755787360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4108904558755787360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4108904558755787360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4108904558755787360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-games.html' title='Girl Games'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4561562235051006697</id><published>2010-04-20T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:34:26.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!! Yeeeyyyy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah~ I made it to the list at last! Yaayyy! I was all shivering and my knees felt like they were coming off when I was waiting for the site to load the results. And it turned to be how I hope it would be but never expect it to be. eh? Hah camtu la lebih kurang. hehe. I need to push myself a little bit more for the remaining semesters to at least maintain if not improve the cgpa. Ah~relieved. The struggle was worth it! Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harini diriku tersangatlah lapar. Asek lapar je sepanjang hari. Padahal makan je bukan tak makan. Tapi makan tu bende yang merapek-rapek lah. Ish...diet yang sungguh tidak sihat. Mari kite kuruskan badan short sem ni rakan-rakan!! Yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok nak pegi buka maybank. Senang kalau nak bayar apa-apa kan? Maybank ke CIMB? umm...maybank lah. hee. Okie rakan-rakan...mau mandi..daaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you Allah. I can never ever ever ever ever thank You enough for all the blessings You've bestowed upon me. May you continue to shower me with your endless love and care. Amin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/S82eYjibx9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ybjiQD8l0O0/s1600/ididit2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/S82eYjibx9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ybjiQD8l0O0/s400/ididit2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462196067763996626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yyyiiiipppppeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4561562235051006697?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4561562235051006697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4561562235051006697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4561562235051006697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4561562235051006697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-did-it-yeeeyyyy.html' title='I did it!! Yeeeyyyy!!!!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/S82eYjibx9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ybjiQD8l0O0/s72-c/ididit2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6576219514093139511</id><published>2010-04-19T23:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:13:11.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gochujang!</title><content type='html'>Okay...here we go. Assalamualaikum! Hi!!!!!!!! Long time no see!!! I've been away for too long since the last post so welcome back Hanis! =)&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, cuti kali ni sangat membosankan. Kawan-kawanku disini blum ade yg cuti. Anggota keluargaku semuanya keje. Lalingku pon keje. Nasib baik ade Kak Tuti dan Joe dan Abu yang setia layan aku borak dan dengar aku jerit2 dalam rumah ni. Takpelah, its gonna be over soon before the short semester starts. Mahu score betul-betul short sem ni since I know result yg bakal keluar esok sangat menghampakan. The 6th semester was extremely...disturbing? It was just so hard! I don't want to make excuses but it was exceptionally burdensome for me. So aku redha je apa-apa pun keputusannya esok. Semoga Allah makbulkan doaku untuk lulus semua subjek dengan cemerlang. Amin. Harini pagi-pagi lagi dah teman mama pegi KL amik baju raya. Weee~~~ and then we went to Ampang. Teka untuk ape? Pegi explore Korea Town!!! Mama pun tekejut dekat situ berderet-deret kedai Korea. Ade satu restaurant ni die tulis kat depan kedai "Specialize in pork and beef"...sape berminat boleh lah ye. Hihi. Actually aku pegi sana nak cari ddeokbokki (the korean rice cake tu) ala...yg selalu beno ade dalam cerita-cerita korea orang makan tepi jalan tu. Kononnye nak try lah, sekali balik rumah baru tahu kene guna &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gochujang&lt;/span&gt;, a special pepper paste yg memang orang korea guna untuk buat ddeokbokki tu. Jadi disebabkan oleh semangat yang membara nak cuba jugak, aku dan Kak Tuti rekalah gochujang sendiri and failed miserably. Bole la tahan ddeobokki tuh tapi die jadi tepung pulut cicah sambal ikan bilis. Hahahaha. Universal oke! Takpelah, nanti on the way balik rumah masa short sem nanti aku pegi singgah Korea Town tu cari gochujang and cuba semula. Yay! Owh! Jangan risau rakan-rakan. Rice cake tu selamat dan halal untuk dimakan. Gochujang tu nanti aku carik tau. Kalau tak halal, kita stick to the sambal ikan bilis je la ye. hehehe. Haisshhh!!! Cuti ni bikin aku bertambah-tambah berat lah! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam sorang kawan aku bersalin. Tadi sorang bertunang. Laling, kita bila lagi? Hahahahahahahahaha!!! =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/S8yM4LTgSBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B-kPd5oNuBE/s1600/17012010429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/S8yM4LTgSBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B-kPd5oNuBE/s400/17012010429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461895344828729362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Kamu...I miss you. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6576219514093139511?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6576219514093139511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6576219514093139511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6576219514093139511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6576219514093139511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/04/gochujang.html' title='Gochujang!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/S8yM4LTgSBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B-kPd5oNuBE/s72-c/17012010429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6618582460371666171</id><published>2010-01-30T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:23:46.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Cuti dah nak habes! tidaaakkk!!! aaarrggh. bonci bonci bonccciiiii!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, harini ramai orang datang rumah, meriah dan bising sangat. Tapi kenapa aku rase sangat sunyi ye...hurm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6618582460371666171?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6618582460371666171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6618582460371666171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6618582460371666171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6618582460371666171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7006681792198079729</id><published>2010-01-26T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:05:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderpets! Wonderpets! Kami datang!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peehh...lame gileee tak update blog! Aduih. nak kate takde mase, aku manjang tido tp nak kate ade mase pon takde jugak. Hmmm..anyway, Happy New Year 2010! Tak berpeluang nak wish awal-awal kat sini. Senyap sunyi je sini ye. Oh..takpe. Akanku usaha untuk update sentiase. Insya-Allah. Sekarang tengah cuti mid-sem for one week. Yeay! tapi rase macam masa tu sekejap sangat berlalu. Baru bangun alih2 kejap je dh nak tido balik. Ehem..yelah, bangun pun dah pukul brape kan. ahakz. Tapi agak risau juge since abes cuti ni terus ade mid-term Error &amp; Contrastive Analysis, Pragmatis dan juga Arab yang hampeh satu mende pon aku tak tau ustazah ajar ape. Tapi takpe, kita jangan pikir2 pasal tu for now. Ape yang penting? Kerjasama! eh tak...yang penting sekarang, aku dah lepas swimming skills! Yeay! Haritu cuak jugak lah nak exam tp alhamdulillah, lepasni takyah pegi kelas tu lagi. Yeeheew! Takdelah penat2 lepas Discourse aku kne rush pegi pool. Hmm...tapi Kak Ju dan rakan2 sangat baik. Rindu mereka lepas ni. Mekasih lah kerana sudi terima kehadiran saye ye! Good Luck final nanti rakan2! Seronok tengok dorang yang dari zero, yang masa first class dok pegang je tangga pool tu, by the 3rd class dah boleh swim at least 25M wa cakap same lu! kagum dengan semangat mereka. Bagus2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah 2 sem aku try nak cancel minor in IRK aku tuh tapi tetap tak berjaya. Setiap kali cuba mesti adeeee je yg menyebabkan proses tu tersekat, jadi aku dan Fae pun mengambil keputusan untuk proceed dengan minor kami tu. Aku percaya, Allah nak tunjukkan yang memang ada hikmah disebalik kegagalan usaha kami untuk cancel minor tu. Bile fikir2 balik, tak rugi pun amik, untung lagi ade lah, ilmu tu...bukan senang nak cari. Ye tak? So short sem ni aku akan selesaikan lagi 2 subject IRK dan lepastu tinggal lagi 2 sem sebelum tamat pengajianku di UIA. Pulamaaakk...dah nak abes lah. eeee...tak sangka yo! Dulu nak pegi sekolah punya lah liat. Lepastu ingat lagi masa kat matrik, nangis2 pikir dapat masuk main campus ke tak aku ni. Cuak seh. Yelah, aku ni bukannye bijak pandai, jadi rase kurang yakin gitu. Pejam celik, pejam celik, dah nak final year dah pun. huhu. Bes2. Aku tau hari2 yang bakal aku hadapi makin lame makin sukar sebab pelajaran makin lame makin susah. Tapi takpe, aku akan tetap berusaha sebaik mungkin untuk terus cemerlang dalam pembelajaranku. Moga dengan kehadiran orang2 yang aku sayang dan dengan keredhaan Allah s.w.t, segala urusanku akan berjalan dengan mudah dan lancar. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pojaan hatiku dah jauh nun disane..wah..cam jauh sangat kan. haha. Tapi tu la, terasa sagat jauhnye sebab dah terbiase weekendsku diceriakan dengan kehadiran beliau. Tapi takpelah, ada hikmah disebaliknye kan wak! Hee...I miss you~(muntah lah korang, pedulik ape aku =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, better get going. Transcription aku x selesai2 lagi ni. Daaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7006681792198079729?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7006681792198079729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7006681792198079729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7006681792198079729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7006681792198079729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderpets-wonderpets-kami-datang.html' title='Wonderpets! Wonderpets! Kami datang!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8853282254685902379</id><published>2009-09-07T14:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:25:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet kotor, Lampu berhabuk</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to study for psycholing's mid-term this Wednesday. It's nothing new though. I've said this before that I'm well known for being a sloth. And I seriously don't know how I'm going to get through this semester. My brain's getting slower and slower...haha. But I'm going to work on improving it and get it back on track; make it function as usual. I realy need to. *lets out a big big sigh* heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, early this morning, Kak Long came over with her soon to be husband. I finally get to see him. Yey!! So they came over to settle their reception deals. We went to Presint 15 to survey the venue for the reception. When I entered the hall, this feeling of "excitedness" came rushing down my veins. I don't know if it's either I'm so happy for her or if I'm the one who cannot wait until I get married. HAHAHA!. But since the place is new so everything pretty much fits in its place. I was asked this quetion, "Hanis, bile Hanis pulak nak book dewan ni?"...I was a little surprised by it, ended up answering "Yang pastinye...sebelum carpet die kotor, lampu die berhabuk." Hehehe. The time will come kan? Insya-Allah. Hee~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're trapped in a mess, you cannot deny the fact that even if there is a way out and knowing that it will be over, things will never be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8853282254685902379?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8853282254685902379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8853282254685902379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8853282254685902379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8853282254685902379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-too-lazy-to-study-for-psycholings.html' title='Carpet kotor, Lampu berhabuk'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5742445849282214332</id><published>2009-09-06T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:38:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooowwweee~</title><content type='html'>Haha. People can be very mean. And choose to express your anger through virtual means instead of dealing with it face to face? is just CHEAP. I don't have time to be emotional with all this crap. I've got a life to go on with and many more exciting things to face. Ramadhan is suppose to be a purifying month. Let's not violate that. Wee~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- Bile lah latok loddy nk blanje berbuke neh. cet. hakhak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5742445849282214332?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5742445849282214332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5742445849282214332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5742445849282214332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5742445849282214332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/09/wooowwweee.html' title='Wooowwweee~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7530222238889020522</id><published>2009-09-06T02:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:43:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeehhhaaa~</title><content type='html'>I've not been in the mood to update this blog ever since the semester started. And since it's getting a little quiet in here, I'll start the ball rolling again and hope that I'll be able to sustain that. Anyway, time flies like crazy looking on how we're already half way through Ramadhan. I can't wait until the Eid break; free myself from all the pressure life brings. But of course after that comes the bundle of stress on mid-terms, submissions, presentations...and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite disturbing when people act so nice in front of you yet say totally the opposite things behind your back and judge you as they wish. I'm aware that it's impossible to make every living soul on this earth satisfied with you but there's no harm in trying. But what hurts more is when the people you care most about turns their backs on you and make you suffocate with the decisions they make. It feels as if non of whatever things that you have shared is worth it. It is even more heartbreaking when the people you trust and cherish betrays you and say the worst things they can say about you. There's two sides to a coin, that's how humans are too. But I never knew people can be so very mean. Even with the people they are close with...(or is it only me who THOUGHT that we were CLOSE...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind...probably I've made mistakes that I did not realize which led to all this mess. I'm a human being and I make mistakes. Although I do not have the slightest idea of what caused the problem right now, but if it is my mistake, then I'm not scared to apologize. I don't want to be stupid and childish; accusing people this and that when I'm not even close to perfect. Who am I to judge when I have so many flaws? I bet when people read this, they're going to think "alah..ko buat2 baik lak kat sini" but I won't take that to heart so long as I know that I am always ready to apologize for my mistakes, make efforts to solve problems and constantly trying to change for the better. I feel lucky that I have great people around who understands me and gives me support when I need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Darling, life is not worth it when all you think about is saying bad things about people and constantly making enemies. You don't know what people actually say and think about you. Truthfully, people keep on complaining on how ego, self-centered you are, even those who you THINK cherishes you. But I guess you're too busy judging other people that you just don't realize it. Let's take the back seat once in a while to judge our own self, contemplate and ponder on our actions and words, ok?. And really, it's not always necessary for us to think badly about people and tell the whole world about it. But heh~ honestly, when talking about "criticizing people"...you're the walking figure of its definition. Oops...I'm just trying to be honest. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish games like this is seriously interesting. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7530222238889020522?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7530222238889020522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7530222238889020522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7530222238889020522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7530222238889020522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeeehhhaaa.html' title='Yeeehhhaaa~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2528546750965628052</id><published>2009-07-12T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:22:23.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally~</title><content type='html'>FINALLY! the 3 months break is -over- *BIG SIGH*. It seriously ended much sooner than I thought. Time flies so quickly that if I were to answer another round of Ethic's paper, I'd score A since the image of Fae and I struggling and stressing our brains out for that one particular paper is still clear in mind. I'm not sure if I have been that productive during this break since I remember going through everyday life with the same routine. I didn't meet up with my friends as frequent as I always do during semester breaks because all of us were all over the place. It's a little ashamed though since now we're even more apart until the next break. I don't remember spending quality times with my sister since she's so busy with her work, I rarely cross path with my brothers since they're busy with their studies and of course my parents are struggling hard with their respective jobs. So that leaves me with Kak Tuti and Joe. But even so, holidays has always been the best days no matter how boring it can get. Anyway, here I am again. Back to where I belong and where I should be for the next 2 years at least. I have never been so hesitant when a new semester begins but I seriously don't feel like going to school right now. Argh! I need to set my mind straight but it's just not happening! Whatever...I'm going to sign the attendance tomorrow anyway. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met up with Atip, it did cross my mind that I've wasted time lazying around when I could actually wisely use it for the short semester. But it's during this 3 months break where a major change in me took place. I didn't expected it to happen this soon since I never really think about it. But I guess, when your heart's in a rush, you just can't seem to ignore it. Meeting someone who gives you the room to be yourself, accepts your views and ideas, be there to listen and share, makes you angry and mad but at the same time makes you laugh your heart out is just...amazing. It's hard to put into words how happy I am right now. For the first time I know that I've made the right decision. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, I planned to go on a diet but instead, gained weight. I planned to finish OTH but ended up sleeping halfway through. I wanted to finish a few novels but didn't manage to start even one. I vowed to enjoy my single life but instead fell in love. =D...I enjoyed my long holiday but I've got other things to juggle now. I can't wait 'til the next break and see what other interesting events I may come across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you peeps in school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: dearie...good luck with your new job! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2528546750965628052?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2528546750965628052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2528546750965628052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2528546750965628052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2528546750965628052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8114465155506187980</id><published>2009-06-30T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:53:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Soal Hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hanya wajah biasa di mataku&lt;br /&gt;Pasti lenyap sederas tibamu&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu aku memikirkan mu selalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tiba pada waktu tak terduga&lt;br /&gt;Dalam mimpi dan di dalam jaga&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga aku bukan diriku yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya hati, sukar di mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi di luar kawalan diri&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa sejak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Aku dilanda resah&lt;br /&gt;Kau mewarnai mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang biasa kini istimewa&lt;br /&gt;Engkau membuat hidupku berubah&lt;br /&gt;Yang ku cari-cari selama ini&lt;br /&gt;Telah ku temui…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya hati, sukar di mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi di luar kawalan diri&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa sejak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Aku dilanda resah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau mewarnai mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi di luar kawalan diri&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa sejak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Aku dilanda resah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau mewarnai hidup ku&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hope you know how important you are to me. I &lt;3 You. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8114465155506187980?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8114465155506187980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8114465155506187980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8114465155506187980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8114465155506187980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5069143128643566266</id><published>2009-06-26T05:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:33:45.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy~</title><content type='html'>Happiness comes when you least expect it. I'm happy. Very very happy. &lt;br /&gt;*thanks to you~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5069143128643566266?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5069143128643566266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5069143128643566266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5069143128643566266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5069143128643566266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy.html' title='Happy~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1009768875774634061</id><published>2009-06-20T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:26:13.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello~</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very productive these past few days so I'm sorry for the M.I.A mode. Hope to post up some beneficial stuff very soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reminiscing the memories of KRU. I'm currently obsessed listening to their old records. Yey! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~tak kusedar sekali lagi ku jatuh hati dengan kewanitaanmu...pada malam yang sempurna, terpegun daku terpesona...keanggunan lembut bicara, kita berdua bagai rela jatuh cinta tuk kali ke duaaaaa....~ &lt;/span&gt; cepat..sape boleh teka tajuk lagu ni?? =P huehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1009768875774634061?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1009768875774634061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1009768875774634061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1009768875774634061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1009768875774634061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title='Hello~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1281751587326843134</id><published>2009-06-14T18:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:48:40.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey~</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned on one of the previous post, we celebrated my cousin, Abang Fairuz's (the red power ranger), wedding on our side this past weekend. Just wanna share some pics from the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTOQa9xNMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DuwN2muKVuQ/s1600-h/P6140317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTOQa9xNMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DuwN2muKVuQ/s400/P6140317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347125439107249346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTOP7223LI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZgMI4E16y0c/s1600-h/P6140347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTOP7223LI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZgMI4E16y0c/s400/P6140347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347125430756760754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suap bang...jangan tak suap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTP2a15qFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/khSrlkSQPgE/s1600-h/P6140336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTP2a15qFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/khSrlkSQPgE/s400/P6140336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347127191420905554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amek berkat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTRe8utuPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/omUDNI_bLQc/s1600-h/P6140342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTRe8utuPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/omUDNI_bLQc/s400/P6140342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347128987223963890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amek berkat lagi bersame kak tuti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTRelY9xjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_x6gi-Ip1gA/s1600-h/P6140310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTRelY9xjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_x6gi-Ip1gA/s400/P6140310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347128980958725682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patutlah nak balik lamabat...nak mrase dok atas pelamin semule mak bapak den neh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTTJDvvW0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/QOav1QvI02k/s1600-h/P6140381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTTJDvvW0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/QOav1QvI02k/s400/P6140381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347130810173446978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what we did just before we came home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTTyWRXz_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/8B2Q-pQRxGg/s1600-h/karok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTTyWRXz_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/8B2Q-pQRxGg/s400/karok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347131519520985074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I went home. Doze off until someone woke me up. =P&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy day for everyone especially the newlyweds. Will have to wait until one of my older siblings get married for me to experience another one of this exciting event. *ehem..patiently waiting for my turn. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1281751587326843134?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1281751587326843134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1281751587326843134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1281751587326843134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1281751587326843134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/yey.html' title='Yey~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SjTOQa9xNMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DuwN2muKVuQ/s72-c/P6140317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1831558447762061455</id><published>2009-06-11T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:27:05.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku di"tag" - part 7</title><content type='html'>1) Bekas kekasih saya adalah&lt;br /&gt;* soklan pe neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Saya sedang mendengar&lt;br /&gt;* God Bless the Broken Road - Rascal Flatts. ni lagu kegemaran sy sampai bile2. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mungkin saya patut&lt;br /&gt;* carikan Atip boyfren. sebab die request td lepas jeles tengok huda bahagia. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Saya suka&lt;br /&gt;* berenang! dan tido..hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sahabat-sahabat saya&lt;br /&gt;* adelah mereke2 yg menerima saya seadanya dan sentiase memberi saye sokongan dlm ape jue sy lakukan. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Saya tak faham&lt;br /&gt;* kenape orang susah nak akui kesilapan dorang. bile dah buat salah, mengaku dan mintak maaf x blh ke? kan senang..abes cte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Saya kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;* contact lense sy sebelah kanan. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ramai yang berkata&lt;br /&gt;* "kenape mesti kame?"...sy pn susah nk jwb soklan tu. tp lpasni, gerenti dorang xkn tnye dah..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Cinta itu adalah&lt;br /&gt;* sesuatu yang perlu diiringi dengan keikhlasan dan kejujuran. pewit! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Disuatu tempat, seorang sedang...&lt;br /&gt;* merindui saye. saye tau tu...bhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Saya akan cuba&lt;br /&gt;* untuk dpt 4 flat sem depan. *peh..tipu gile..kuasek aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ayat selamanya membawa maksud...&lt;br /&gt;* hingga ke syurga..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Telefon bimbit saya&lt;br /&gt;* berwarna putih. dah terjatuh, tersepak, tertendang, terhempas byk kali pun x penah rosak. tu sy sayang telefon bimbit saye ni walaupun x canggih. yey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Bila saya terjaga&lt;br /&gt;* sy terus capai fon tengok pkl bpe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Saya paling meluat&lt;br /&gt;* org yg selfish&lt;br /&gt;* org yg x berpegang pd janji&lt;br /&gt;* tumbuh jerawat baru - sama dengan taecmama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Haiwan paling comel yang pernah saya temui&lt;br /&gt;* kucing saya Joe dan pet saya torie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Malam ini saya akan&lt;br /&gt;* bersembang dengan rakan sembang saya yg sejati. ahahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Ketika anda melihat cermin pada hari ini&lt;br /&gt;* xde perasaan. sbb dh biase beno tengok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Saya betul-betul inginkan&lt;br /&gt;* cuti yg lebih lame...plis..plis..plisss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Siapa yang anda ingin tag&lt;br /&gt;* xde sape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina aka madu aka taecmama! dh siap! ngee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1831558447762061455?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1831558447762061455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1831558447762061455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1831558447762061455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1831558447762061455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-ditag-part-7.html' title='aku di&quot;tag&quot; - part 7'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4125186431157953607</id><published>2009-06-11T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:57:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Making decision is hard. I spent a lot of time thinking and putting in every single effort in it. But it's even harder when the best decision I made, led me to realize that what I thought was mine, now belongs to someone else. I understand things happen for a reason and vowed to not give up on having hopes, but I never knew being convinced about it is so hard. Mr. Tranquility, where art thou? I.need.you. *sigh* =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4125186431157953607?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4125186431157953607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4125186431157953607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4125186431157953607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4125186431157953607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4711490398167125623</id><published>2009-06-09T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:04:40.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through and saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we want is not always what we need" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmm...to a certain extent, it's true I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - I don't know how you view my previous post because on Mozilla it looks ok but on IE, the pictures and wordings are everywhere. Not sure what is happening but I'm just too lazy to even bother so hope you people don't mind wrenching a little bit of your eyes n brains to get the right pictures with the right captions okay. If you even care though. Hehe. Thanx~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4711490398167125623?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4711490398167125623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4711490398167125623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4711490398167125623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4711490398167125623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-agree.html' title='I agree'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3349516932866060647</id><published>2009-06-07T23:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:28:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home~</title><content type='html'>I'm home after hours of pain staking ride. Gaahhhh~ I don't want to marry anyone from that part of Malaysia. (erm..Kame dr mane eh? oopps.. =P). Anyway, CONGRATULATIONS Abg Fairuz and Kak Zura on your wedding!! Since it's the first one in the family (dad's side), everyone's pretty much excited about it and endured all the circumstances. I want to share some pictures here but since this coming weekend would be the reception on our side so I'll post the pictures up together later on. But here's a few...(just to not bore this post. hee~ =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivlXjyjbhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qqDqjcmznPI/s1600-h/P6070244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivlXjyjbhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qqDqjcmznPI/s400/P6070244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344617575712255506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waah..gembira gitu..berseri-seri muka senyum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivmNFD3iLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VOtznoqCIGc/s1600-h/P6060156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivmNFD3iLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VOtznoqCIGc/s400/P6060156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618495176313010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with Wan while waiting for the akad...(Wan can't seem to smile for the camera. wonder why? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivnlikZ20I/AAAAAAAAAVk/bcXDNMGXwRY/s1600-h/P6070258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivnlikZ20I/AAAAAAAAAVk/bcXDNMGXwRY/s400/P6070258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344620014925896514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voluntarily doing his parents a favor. sian die panas. kene tiup sikit baru tak meronta-ronta kan Amsyar? gaaahh..rindu awak~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot during the trip. I don't feel fit anymore since nasi kerabu, nasi dagang and keropok lekor are everywhere. Need to get in those swimsuits and do 450M of speed freestyle non stop..(will be dead by then)..hee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3349516932866060647?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3349516932866060647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3349516932866060647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3349516932866060647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3349516932866060647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SivlXjyjbhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qqDqjcmznPI/s72-c/P6070244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7553400657381574693</id><published>2009-06-04T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:13:05.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PD..again =D</title><content type='html'>Our 3rd trip to PD yey! Hehe. There were less people this time as some where busy with practicals and a few were not able to get their bosses to approve their annual leave. But still, I had the greatest time with the people whom I want the most to be there. Teehee~ Sayang korang! Ija and I went on the donut thingy twice since we wanted to experience both donuts. Haha! Well, long story cut short, the abang who was in charge of that thing actually succeeded in persuading us to try both types. And it was seriously thrilling. Starting to loose my voice now due to the uncontrollable scream and laughter. I can't wait to get on it again. Haha! Thank you for the wonderful day people. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SifjH5vjP6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/tkfLA_VG3go/s1600-h/P6050057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SifjH5vjP6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/tkfLA_VG3go/s400/P6050057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489207797235618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Terengganu early tomorrow morning. Abang Fairuz is finally getting married. Yey! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*balik2 je parentsku bising, "Esok abg fairuz nak kawin, pegi PD harini. kan muke dah lebam!"&lt;br /&gt;...gaaaahhh..xpelah, bukan aku yg nak kawen pon. dok tepi jage bunge telur sudah *wink* *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7553400657381574693?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7553400657381574693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7553400657381574693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7553400657381574693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7553400657381574693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/pdagain-d.html' title='PD..again =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SifjH5vjP6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/tkfLA_VG3go/s72-c/P6050057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-951403657343552338</id><published>2009-06-03T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:50:21.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dah mengorak langkah =D</title><content type='html'>27/5/2009 (6:43 p.m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H(pk sendiri siape =P): Die ok tapi bukan taste aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skang pe cite beb? aku tau dari awal dah tapi ko nak juge berdrama ngan aku kan. ahakz. Neway, an early "CONGRATULATIONS" for you. Hope it's the right one. Janji usaha untuk kekal okay? I'm so happy for you~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me juge tau? mau happy cam ko jugak..hehe =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-951403657343552338?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/951403657343552338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=951403657343552338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/951403657343552338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/951403657343552338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/dah-mengorak-langkah-d.html' title='dah mengorak langkah =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4598243188419163054</id><published>2009-06-03T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:40:26.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year!</title><content type='html'>Thank you to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ABG RAHMAN"&lt;/span&gt; for pointing out the fact that this blog has been a year! Wow~ Time flies. I didn't even realize that. I'm aware that I haven't been posting up entries as frequent as I should. I don't really have the time during school days. But I'll try to overcome that and hope to be here more frequent and much longer. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiYosSO5hcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/62Qij1FCe4g/s1600-h/1stbirthdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiYosSO5hcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/62Qij1FCe4g/s400/1stbirthdaycake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343002749195355586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by everyone!! I really appreciate it!! MMMUUUAAAHHHHH!!!! xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4598243188419163054?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4598243188419163054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4598243188419163054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4598243188419163054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4598243188419163054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-year.html' title='1 year!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiYosSO5hcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/62Qij1FCe4g/s72-c/1stbirthdaycake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7323877751984425439</id><published>2009-06-02T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:32:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey! =D</title><content type='html'>Another post! wee~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 months since the semester break started and today's the first day I met up with my close friends here in Putrajaya. Besides Ija n Syasya that is. It's great to see them again and update each other. I wish the other friends were there too. Where are you people???!?!?! But anyway, it was a great day except for the fact that, my bowling skills still sucks. Big time!..argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bab amek gamba, Tony mmg fail. Harap maklum. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiVD8_5tH4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kbwqqpijrTA/s1600-h/P6030030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiVD8_5tH4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kbwqqpijrTA/s400/P6030030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342751248169639810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where's the rest of HADIS? hmm...(excuse those eye bags oke *wink* *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiVE0UrrhTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/FQFjMoG015o/s1600-h/P6030031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiVE0UrrhTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/FQFjMoG015o/s400/P6030031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342752198640764210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7323877751984425439?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7323877751984425439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7323877751984425439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7323877751984425439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7323877751984425439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/yey-d.html' title='Yey! =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiVD8_5tH4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kbwqqpijrTA/s72-c/P6030030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5319478918416401244</id><published>2009-06-02T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:00:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't think i can... =(</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I went to a friend's wedding. There was a different feeling from that wedding compared to the ones I've attended before. It wasn't gloomy to some but it is to those who are aware of everything behind it. Back in 2000, when this bride was 16 (form 4), she was head over heals for this one guy; her classmate. She went against all odds to make sure that he feels the same way about her. And yes! They started seeing each other after that. I would have to say it was a serious relationship as there families were introduced to each other and what not. It was until early last year that the father of this bride made up his mind; disapproving his daughter's 7-year relationship with her boyfriend. He didn't lay out the reasons why, all he wanted was for her to cut all ties with this guy and one of the ways of doing so is by introducing her to another guy whom he thinks suits her best. Because her father; the one who has the ultimate say in the family, who started the chaos, everyone in her family went against her. And this wedding of hers that I attended, is between her and the man of her family's choice. This question was asked to her, "Eh...ko tak ajak Ahmad (bukan nama sebenar) datang ke hari ni?", her answer, "Aku tak bagitau die aku kawin harini. Aku taknak jadi runaway bride bila aku tengok dia nanti.".Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little disturbed by how this kind of drama still exist now. She's such a strong person to go through all these. How can her father make her live with a person who's not of her own choice? That'd be like 20 years or so where she'd be spending each and every second of her life with him. Gaaaahhhhhhh~ I don't know if I can do that. Not being with someone whom I want to be with is just unimaginable. But anyway, I respect her for being able to hold in her thoughts and feelings just to make sure that her father is happy. Bebeh, I know you fought until the end to be with him. But I guess it was just not meant to be. Please be happy with your new life, and accept this new person as a part of you with open hearts. I pray may Allah shower your marriage with his unconditional love and care. Beranak cepat!! hee.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5319478918416401244?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5319478918416401244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5319478918416401244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5319478918416401244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5319478918416401244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-think-i-can.html' title='Don&apos;t think i can... =('/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2283200920784416390</id><published>2009-05-29T23:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:28:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, not everything...sorry. =D</title><content type='html'>Who ever wrote the previous post?! Haha. I apologize for being too emotional. It's just that the changes of people whom I've known for so long and whom I've shared the ups and downs with is really freaking me out. But lets close this story as I no longer think it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did say EVERY thing seems depressing right? I take them back. I was carried away. NOT EVERY thing is but just a few which I would say hiccups of life. People make mistakes, so do I. People get mad at themseleves, so do I. People act and say wrongly, so do I. So yeah~ I don't think during these precious holidays, we need to take things too seriously ne? I really need to reorganize this emotional imbalance in me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched Syurga Cinta!! Yey! People, let's ponder and contemplate on the "Tiga Jenis Jodoh" that's mentioned in the movie. I really think it's the most crucial point in the film. And I guess I'd just have to keep on praying until I find the 3rd one. Insya-Allah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xkuaseknahs, especially Huda, I know you miss having lunch with me right? So as to not prolong your misery, here's a picture of me sipping *gulping sebenarnya, cover ayu jap* the chinese tea serve chilled. Hee~ *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiAKiy95zEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7V6GmvFSjAU/s1600-h/menum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiAKiy95zEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7V6GmvFSjAU/s400/menum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341280750974651458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hati dan cinta saya hanya untuk orang yang benar-benar ikhlas mengenali saya. Bukan untuk dipersendakan" - Cikgu Syuhada. Hmmm...cannot agree more. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2283200920784416390?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2283200920784416390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2283200920784416390' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2283200920784416390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2283200920784416390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-not-everythingsorry-d.html' title='No, not everything...sorry. =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SiAKiy95zEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7V6GmvFSjAU/s72-c/menum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7731429656151259344</id><published>2009-05-29T08:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:40:47.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>= (</title><content type='html'>People change. I'm aware of that. But the fact that they change so abruptly causes this enormous confusion and left me wondering if in any part of the process, I was to blame. I don't know if I'm overly sensitive with this issue at the state I am in right now but it's definitely something that leaves me in despair. Do I belong to this group of people? Cause if I do, I just can't imagine how much suffer AND suffocation other people go through because of me. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning from a sudden pain which I would be expecting to happen in the next 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh80QzuR_xI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1UT-O731sW4/s1600-h/091808-Research.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh80QzuR_xI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1UT-O731sW4/s400/091808-Research.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341045146451574546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so depressing. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7731429656151259344?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7731429656151259344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7731429656151259344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7731429656151259344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7731429656151259344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='= ('/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh80QzuR_xI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1UT-O731sW4/s72-c/091808-Research.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1018344873528086813</id><published>2009-05-27T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:26:53.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunited! =D</title><content type='html'>Yey! Shahrul, Hamim and I reunite after being drifted apart for so long since the MIS days. We were so young back then. Hamim and I were like 11 and Shahrul is a year younger than us. So it's really great to see them again after these years and to be able to get a hold of each other's updates. We reminisced our childhood memories for hours and jumped the stories form one another. I missed them a lot and am truly thankful that the chance of still being alive and witnessing all these were given to me. Alhamdulillah~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kite boleh sebarkan gosip cmneh!"&lt;br /&gt;"kami pedulik ape" - Hanis &amp; Shahrul..hakhakhak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh0kDnho2GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CUhlNEJjFbE/s1600-h/mensh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh0kDnho2GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CUhlNEJjFbE/s400/mensh1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340464377699555426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"korang same-same dah nampak tua" - Mama&lt;br /&gt;gaaaahhhhhh....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh0sa0wfHiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tJxzBabUb1I/s1600-h/me+n+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh0sa0wfHiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tJxzBabUb1I/s400/me+n+mim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340473572481506850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see them some time very soon. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1018344873528086813?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1018344873528086813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1018344873528086813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1018344873528086813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1018344873528086813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/reunited-d.html' title='reunited! =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sh0kDnho2GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CUhlNEJjFbE/s72-c/mensh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1154981449730268941</id><published>2009-05-26T16:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:27:53.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized that...</title><content type='html'>This place is no longer safe! ahahhaha. Why? Let me keep that to myself. Anyway, as I've mentioned in one of the previous posts how I don't need any new year's resolution since I can't seem to get a hold of it, proves itself right with the semi-hiatus I have been in on posting up entries here. The "sloth"ness in me can't seem to be cured. Even more with this long break, it piles up on top of one another. Guess I'd just have to cherish that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day, I purchased something in a store. I had to choose one from two choices. The first choice is, it looks stunningly good with less function whereas the other one looks unattractive yet has massive capabilities. Since it requires some big bucks, I had to make the right choice as to not regret it in the future days. So there I was staring at both items having a hard time to choose. If I choose the first one, my eyes would be satisfied but my expectations are not met. And if I choose the other one, I'll be enjoying the wellness of it but would have to bear its unpleasant look. So after a few of this and that, picking it up, putting it down, twirling it around, open and closing it, I decided to proceed with the second choice - unattractive look with massive capabilities. As soon as I came home, I took the time to explore and get to know more about it and had myself indulged into it as the new foundings were truly pleasant. And now I can't seem to put it down! What I'm trying to say is that I've learn an important value with this experience. I've come to understand that, it's not about the satisfaction of your eyes but how happy your heart can be. And I guess it applies to everything that we do. Sometimes we're easily fooled by the first glance, but when we take the time to sit down and understand the good and bad of the other choices that we have, we'd be able to grasp the whole beautifulness of it and make the right decision. Well, it's not like we never make mistakes and make wrong choices, but we can always try not to right? Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to UIA last week for the BAKSIS 2009 meeting. We're off to Penang this year for a week before the new semester starts. Can't wait! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy me. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu50-ZYAYI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZPoiEaktNUY/s1600-h/P5260012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu50-ZYAYI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZPoiEaktNUY/s400/P5260012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340066102931620226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1154981449730268941?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1154981449730268941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1154981449730268941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1154981449730268941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1154981449730268941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-realized-that.html' title='I realized that...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu50-ZYAYI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZPoiEaktNUY/s72-c/P5260012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1654058228121328314</id><published>2009-05-14T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:03:18.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday babah!</title><content type='html'>Yup! Babah is 53 today!! Yeayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgw9qMBnumI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qL-Q4opJwjQ/s1600-h/DSC05157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgw9qMBnumI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qL-Q4opJwjQ/s400/DSC05157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335707453519018594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..who's birthday is this?? ahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgw-jKYEUnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/E4UgURMY6T8/s1600-h/DSC05162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgw-jKYEUnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/E4UgURMY6T8/s400/DSC05162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335708432328839794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday Babah! May Allah shower you with his continuous blessings, love and care. Lately there's something that's bugging you and pulls down your motivation and we all are aware of that but we know you are stronger than ever to go through all these. I pray that everything you've worked hard for may be achieved and may you remain healthy and happy for eternity. I love you Babah!!! p/s. We always argue even on the smallest things that is so unnecessary, but that is what makes us closer right? and the fact that people always say we look alike, makes us proud huh? ahahhaa!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1654058228121328314?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1654058228121328314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1654058228121328314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1654058228121328314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1654058228121328314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-babah.html' title='happy birthday babah!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgw9qMBnumI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qL-Q4opJwjQ/s72-c/DSC05157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5231975040237992035</id><published>2009-05-13T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:31:09.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sangat suke! =D</title><content type='html'>I've been spending most of my time in the swimming pool these past few days. Hehe. Ever since I knew the existence of the pools here in Putrajaya, I just had to go and burn these fats. Tapi...burn ke? Ahahaha. I enjoy swimming and it's a skill that I'm most proud of, besides the skill of excessively drooling over Joongie and Taec. Teehee. Can't wait for another blissful day of swimming! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the happy times with these two girls whom I love dearly but seriously cannot control. Kesengalan tahap maksima kan cik DOLLET?? hakhak. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgryUQZLcMI/AAAAAAAAASk/8NQlJBq-xrA/s1600-h/DSC05148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgryUQZLcMI/AAAAAAAAASk/8NQlJBq-xrA/s400/DSC05148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335343138385653954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgrzJ88vGcI/AAAAAAAAASs/nqmYJc8OuW4/s1600-h/DSC05149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgrzJ88vGcI/AAAAAAAAASs/nqmYJc8OuW4/s400/DSC05149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335344060879018434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy and satisfied to see both Ija (the one in purple) and Syasya (in grey) put in so much effort in learning how to swim. Probably because the lessons are free? =P hakhak. Anyway, I have a big ulcer on the inside of my lower lip so it's really bugging me like crazy. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Taec's rap in 돌아올지도 몰라 (You Might Come Back). gaaahhh...*drools*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5231975040237992035?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5231975040237992035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5231975040237992035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5231975040237992035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5231975040237992035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/sangat-suke-d.html' title='sangat suke! =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgryUQZLcMI/AAAAAAAAASk/8NQlJBq-xrA/s72-c/DSC05148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2527869897665103265</id><published>2009-05-10T23:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:32:46.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MAMA'S DAY!!</title><content type='html'>On the previous post, I mentioned about having a big plan for my mum on mother's day. The plan is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb1ftIMn_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MSWHlePCG64/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb1ftIMn_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MSWHlePCG64/s400/DSC05125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334220733705658354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the side view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb2EhJFEnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M3T_1lWmI24/s1600-h/DSC05124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb2EhJFEnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M3T_1lWmI24/s400/DSC05124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334221366143292018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like something BIG for some people but it is to me though. I worked hard on it, as hard as I love my mommmyyyy~ hehe. But anyway, we celebrated Mama's day in KL today without abgngah (who was I don't know where), faiz (a tower block who's stuck in school) and my dad (who had to entertain a guest at home). It was Along's treat (it has always been her treat ever since she started working. Haha!) so thanks to her, we had a great lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb4OvCYORI/AAAAAAAAASE/_paBV_I9n0M/s1600-h/DSC05126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb4OvCYORI/AAAAAAAAASE/_paBV_I9n0M/s400/DSC05126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334223740695230738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb41RUWR5I/AAAAAAAAASM/1S6AiY98gNs/s1600-h/DSC05136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb41RUWR5I/AAAAAAAAASM/1S6AiY98gNs/s400/DSC05136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224402732435346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Mother's Day, I would like to sincerely thank my mum who has always been there for me for all times as a true best friend and a strong motivator. Thank you for your love, care, sacrifices and attention from the very first day I became a part of you. Your support and words of encouragement gives me the strongest drive to go through every moment of my life and accept every fate with open hearts. And your faith in me, is what keeps me going on. I'm sorry for the harsh words and actions and all the misunderstandings. I will work even harder to be a daughter you can be proud of. I love you for eternity Mama. Happy Mother's Day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The #1 Mum! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb8eSduBoI/AAAAAAAAASU/H2N3g26Ndao/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb8eSduBoI/AAAAAAAAASU/H2N3g26Ndao/s400/DSC03175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228405949695618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song to you Mama~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uq0tkiddQHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uq0tkiddQHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOMMMIIIEEESSSS!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2527869897665103265?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2527869897665103265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2527869897665103265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2527869897665103265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2527869897665103265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mamas-day.html' title='HAPPY MAMA&apos;S DAY!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sgb1ftIMn_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MSWHlePCG64/s72-c/DSC05125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2364628767560590368</id><published>2009-05-08T19:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:31:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Framed!...and that jerk is such a jerk</title><content type='html'>I'm homeeee safe and sound...yeaayy!&lt;br /&gt;I was in Kuantan for the past few days and have been collecting sins ever since. And why is that? Haha. I've been very sarcastic towards my dad during that trip. Both of us were pumped up to go against each other in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biatch-like&lt;/span&gt;-mouth fight. Haha! It's not as bad as it sounds though. I mean, why in the world would I want to "go against" my dad knowing that I still really need my allowances right? XD. The fact is, he was "kutuking" me and I only truthfully told him what he needed to know. That's all. Haha.I'm bad, I know. Whatever...it only makes me love my dad more. Teehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, earlier this year I bought TVXQ's fourth Korean album - MIROTIC. Owh you know! the one where they won "Album of the Year" in the 2008 MKMF and Golden Disk Awards last year! *ngehngeh* XD..anyway, together with it is a giant poster of the guys. Well, I didn't thought it was that big until I got it framed today. But seriously, it's like looking at Jae a.l.i.v.e...I'm exaggerating but wth I'm so happy and excited being able to look at it everydaayyy!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgQhcYxN7TI/AAAAAAAAARs/Aaabc0yy8QA/s1600-h/P080509_19.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgQhcYxN7TI/AAAAAAAAARs/Aaabc0yy8QA/s400/P080509_19.41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333424630282448178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day is in a couple of days. I've got a BIG plan for my mommmmyyyy~ Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As I'm typing towards the end of this entry, a guy I know asked me to view his webcam on YM and as soon as it was viewable, I immediately closed it down and delete him from my list. I leave it to your imagination of what it was all about. Just remember people, sometimes you may think you know a person when you really have no idea about him. Gosh that was scary. My heart is still pounding like crazy. You jerk!! Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2364628767560590368?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2364628767560590368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2364628767560590368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2364628767560590368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2364628767560590368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/framedand-that-jerk-is-such-jerk.html' title='Framed!...and that jerk is such a jerk'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SgQhcYxN7TI/AAAAAAAAARs/Aaabc0yy8QA/s72-c/P080509_19.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8135326036940244310</id><published>2009-05-04T16:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:11:45.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assalamualaikum!~</title><content type='html'>It has somehow become a must for me to watch videos of Muslim conversions on Youtube everytime I come online. It's just so amazing to see these people talk about Islam and how they find the true light. There are a few entries that I've post up in this blog regarding the story of Muslim converts that have become true inspirations for me. Being born as a Muslim, I'd have to admit that there are so many things I'm lacking and I really learn alot from these people. I came across this amazing video of a young boy admitting himself to the path of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfKZ_IS9Hk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfKZ_IS9Hk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope many more people would take the initiative like Henry, to read the Qur'an and learn more about Islam and grasp the true understanding of it instead of pointing fingers and accusing blatantly. May Allah lead him and many more new Muslims to the right path, open their hearts to abide by His rules and bless them with His unconditional love and care. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for a few days. See ye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi current obsession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sf6pgXdz-gI/AAAAAAAAARk/9kf3CckNlXs/s1600-h/20090421_2pm2am04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sf6pgXdz-gI/AAAAAAAAARk/9kf3CckNlXs/s400/20090421_2pm2am04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331885382373210626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONEDAY! YEAH!! ...taec &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8135326036940244310?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8135326036940244310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8135326036940244310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8135326036940244310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8135326036940244310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/teehee.html' title='Assalamualaikum!~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sf6pgXdz-gI/AAAAAAAAARk/9kf3CckNlXs/s72-c/20090421_2pm2am04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2173922383051524196</id><published>2009-05-02T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:32:57.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macam-macam</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I received this message,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salam. Hanis, ko tolong sound sikit kawan ko tuh. aku nak kawan je. x payah la nk tunjuk power sgt. sorry laa tp kalo die berperangai mcm tu, buat malu kaum ko je."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I miss quote but damn was this guy mad. I was kind of lost about the whole thing since he said "kawan ko tuh" without mentioning any names but after seeing what happened on facebook, I know the exact reason why he reacted in such a way. It's hard being in the middle and not knowing what to do about it. If you say this, this person gets mad and if you say that, that person gets mad. Argh! Help! It's burning and I can't seem to put out the fire! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I came across this fanfic over at soompi and am extremely addicted to it. This story has a simple plot line since it's pretty much predictable but how the author plays around with the character and the way she describes each event is just so inspiring! When will I be able to write as well as her? Aaahhh~ actually the thought of starting my own fanfic have crossed my mind but since I stumbled upon a good one, it would take a little more time for me to re motivate myself. Ahahaha! She's just damn good! But I'm going to work on it.I will! Ganbatte Kudasai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, 2PM is improving so much as their comeback moves along. Their latest performance on MuBank is awesome and I'm craving for more of Taec again &amp;amp; again. Haha! Owh! and I came across Jay and Junsu's latest cover of Sisqo's Incomplete and yet it is the best cover so far in the history of idol-wannabe-black american like-singing. Well, much thanx to Jay's American accent that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you agree with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8UvDTzPjlU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8UvDTzPjlU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2PM FTW!! and Tomok! Congratulations! At least you've covered up the pain and misery I went through after Mr. Awok was eliminated. I'd marry you any day Tomok! Gomok! Momok!! teehee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2173922383051524196?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2173922383051524196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2173922383051524196' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2173922383051524196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2173922383051524196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/earlier-today-i-received-this-message.html' title='Macam-macam'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1765189947815955849</id><published>2009-05-01T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:33:52.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku di"tag" - part 6</title><content type='html'>Rules &amp; Regulations&lt;br /&gt;* Do not copy answers.&lt;br /&gt;* Tag questions must be 100% same.&lt;br /&gt;* Tag people before doing the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;1. Ija&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama&lt;br /&gt;3. Atip&lt;br /&gt;4. Fakhrul&lt;br /&gt;5. Huda&lt;br /&gt;6. Dian&lt;br /&gt;7. Nana&lt;br /&gt;8. Syareen&lt;br /&gt;9. Diyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How do you know 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* classmates back in 2001-2005..and are still the best of friends 'til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if you never meet 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I won't know the existence of taec?..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if 3 &amp; 4 dated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* hakhak. apparently i have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 5 &amp; 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yes. they already are. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you think 7 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* she's cute! and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you date 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* if i'm a guy, yes. she's smart. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tell me something about 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i haven't really told her this but out of the lot, everytime i see her, she's got this very unique charm and vibe around her and she's very pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What’s 1’s favourite past time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* jatuh basikal. oopppss..sshhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What language does 2 speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* language of her own. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who is 3 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'm not sure right now though. but i'll eventually find out if she is dating anyone. but she's dying to date yunho and seriously, if we believe in God then we'll understand that it's not impossible. =D *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How old is 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* he's an 88-er so 21 this yr. kn fakhrul? ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When was the last time you talked to 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* virtually, about a few hours ago. but verbally as in face to face, umm..about 2-3 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who is 6’s favorite singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* aaahh~ she's singing a different song everytime we cross path but umm..i'll just make a guess, probably...barney? hakhak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you date 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yes. she's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is 8 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't know actually. Have to ask. Syareen! ko single-mingle keeee??? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What’s 9’s last name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ghazali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;*names are based on those who are listed on my blog. I won't tag anyone though. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1765189947815955849?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1765189947815955849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1765189947815955849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1765189947815955849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1765189947815955849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-ditag-part-6.html' title='aku di&quot;tag&quot; - part 6'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2638221509970016163</id><published>2009-04-30T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:15:16.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfmHidPiYdI/AAAAAAAAARc/g0zd9XvV-hM/s1600-h/sigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfmHidPiYdI/AAAAAAAAARc/g0zd9XvV-hM/s400/sigh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330440660004790738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When happiness strikes, you're extremely happy and when sadness invades, it haunts you like crazy but is there anything in between?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2638221509970016163?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2638221509970016163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2638221509970016163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2638221509970016163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2638221509970016163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfmHidPiYdI/AAAAAAAAARc/g0zd9XvV-hM/s72-c/sigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5417073351374004937</id><published>2009-04-29T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:07:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big happy smile! =D</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I woke up, something rather strange crossed my mind. "Should I go to UIA this Sunday and sign up for the short semester?"...ahhahaha. I really need this 3 month holiday but who knows right? I might just start the car and go register manually. Heh. Anyway, I went to see Farid today. Back in 2006, my cousin, Kak Sis got married. I can still remember very clearly of what happened that day and how beautiful of a bride Kak Sis was. But again, time flies, today there's Farid in the picture and in a few days we'll be celebrating his 5th month birthday. With a happy and healthy baby like him, I can spend the whole day baby sitting. Too bad I've only got Joe. But Joe's better than nothing. *poor Joe gomok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how the Gee fever is still going around even when those girls have ended their promotions and yeah~ I guess I caught the flu too. Aha~ So I watched the MV with the subs a little while ago and have decided to dedicate this song to the person who sat next to me (on the left) during the Sciences of Qur'an final paper. I don't know who he is and what's his name. But I really wish I do though...owh! and his number too? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Farid~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sfh6px4aO5I/AAAAAAAAARU/f_bYPOxn-a8/s1600-h/P290409_16.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sfh6px4aO5I/AAAAAAAAARU/f_bYPOxn-a8/s400/P290409_16.23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145017176144786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/1116563109379285983-5417073351374004937?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5417073351374004937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5417073351374004937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5417073351374004937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5417073351374004937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-happy-smile-d.html' title='A big happy smile! =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sfh6px4aO5I/AAAAAAAAARU/f_bYPOxn-a8/s72-c/P290409_16.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8241871506323081742</id><published>2009-04-29T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:39:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di"Tag" - Part 5 kot?</title><content type='html'>List these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;* Tell 7 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;* Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;* Leave a comment for each blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 facts bout me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. My concentration span lasts not more than 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;   2. People say I'm a good listener. =D&lt;br /&gt;   3. I don't really watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;   4. I'd consider myself as a calm and rational person. *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;   5. I hate doing something for the purpose of meeting people's expectations. &lt;br /&gt;   6. I can get along well with any group of people - i.e kids, makcik2, nenek2, abang2 *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;   7. I don't care what people think of me because I stand strong against what I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 unspectacular quirks of mine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. I like looking at brides and grooms up to the point that I'll not go home until I see them at the wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;   2. I find guys who are ambitious and has a very eccentric and unique personality - those who think and act differently from others, very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;   3. I really appreciate people's effort. For example, I prefer a hand-made card compared to an expensive gift.&lt;br /&gt;   4. I like to complain about things but doing it for the sake of talking and making people angry but don't really mean it. &lt;br /&gt;   5. I have a habit of not charging my phone until it's about 1 or 2 days dead.&lt;br /&gt;   6. I barely finish a novel. I give up in the middle of the process since I get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;   7. I usually go for things that are different and unique - something that people won't be interested in. i.e - my glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 persons tht i'm goin to tag??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Ija - giving her a break from the bibik-duty she has to carry.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;tu je. xde sape dah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madu! dah siap! ngee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8241871506323081742?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8241871506323081742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8241871506323081742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8241871506323081742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8241871506323081742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-ditag-part-5-kot.html' title='Aku di&quot;Tag&quot; - Part 5 kot?'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3747870295808691821</id><published>2009-04-29T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:57:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Quoting Huda, "Janji aku pass" and yeah~ can't agree more. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfdDaWcnWoI/AAAAAAAAARE/cjo1SBD3jRg/s1600-h/Thankful-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfdDaWcnWoI/AAAAAAAAARE/cjo1SBD3jRg/s400/Thankful-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329802803997530754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3747870295808691821?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3747870295808691821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3747870295808691821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3747870295808691821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3747870295808691821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfdDaWcnWoI/AAAAAAAAARE/cjo1SBD3jRg/s72-c/Thankful-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7074701318231246663</id><published>2009-04-28T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:57:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help!</title><content type='html'>Nervous! Anxious! Worried! Argh!!!...the moment of truth is in a few hours...helllpppp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sfaokf2ULpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dKSM-B8KmY4/s1600-h/social-anxiety-google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sfaokf2ULpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dKSM-B8KmY4/s400/social-anxiety-google.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329632554017631890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7074701318231246663?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7074701318231246663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7074701318231246663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7074701318231246663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7074701318231246663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='help!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Sfaokf2ULpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dKSM-B8KmY4/s72-c/social-anxiety-google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-436930326982449957</id><published>2009-04-28T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:33:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khun! you too?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>A Masterpiece! Totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfXqsutMj7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IsWrabnymmY/s1600-h/b8aea99da3ada7bf992516388ff83b041229303712_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfXqsutMj7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IsWrabnymmY/s400/b8aea99da3ada7bf992516388ff83b041229303712_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329423788235591602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for making my day! =D&lt;br /&gt;2PM &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-436930326982449957?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/436930326982449957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=436930326982449957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/436930326982449957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/436930326982449957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanx-for-making-my-day-d.html' title='Khun! you too?!?!?!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfXqsutMj7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IsWrabnymmY/s72-c/b8aea99da3ada7bf992516388ff83b041229303712_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2708942594920014360</id><published>2009-04-27T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:01:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again &amp; Again</title><content type='html'>Assalamulaikum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all, congratulations to Ija for her new-long-awaited blog. ahakz. Welkam bebeh..welkam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two days ago, I attended a family friend's wedding. We've known each other for almost 16 years but last met about 11 years ago. Haha! Well, time flies you see. But anyway, the event was kind of like a wedding cum semi-reunion for "Medaners" (if that's even a word). It was great to meet up again with those whom you used to play and enjoy hide and seek with. It was a little awkward though since we've been drifted apart for so long. It shivers me on the thought of the friends that I spend 24/7 with in my early years of life, is now married! or ARE married since like the recent one is the 4th person out of us. I knew the time would come but I missed the part where it's happening much sooner than I thought. And I'm just so very thankful and grateful that I'm still alive to witness and cherish all these wonderful and valuable memories. But anyway, congratulations to Intan and her shillang. May your marriage be blessed. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2PM's comeback was just awesome. Where'd they get those energy? on drugs or something? anyways, can't wait for their shows. Thank god they're making their comeback now since I've got months and months to indulge myself in them. ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfWQL2e0TJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aEDGkRUwscg/s1600-h/2pm_jyp_20090416seoulbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfWQL2e0TJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aEDGkRUwscg/s400/2pm_jyp_20090416seoulbeats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329324267340582034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What time is it?! 2PM! ...and Taec is just &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2708942594920014360?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2708942594920014360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2708942594920014360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2708942594920014360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2708942594920014360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/again-again.html' title='Again &amp; Again'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SfWQL2e0TJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aEDGkRUwscg/s72-c/2pm_jyp_20090416seoulbeats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6094079210395401695</id><published>2009-04-22T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:03:26.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was surreal~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was having lunch while singing to Matta's "Ketahuan" when a very beautiful women came up to me and shoveled a microphone right to my face. Wonder who it is...hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327545404328838626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se8-UZXJBeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nIUf_Zq3Z2E/s400/DSC00016.Mp4_000011088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...would this picture actually help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327545406567097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se8-UhsyJXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JfkCU5j84Ew/s400/DSC00016.Mp4_000010288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...don't say you're surprised I sing so well... =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327545402767528018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se8-UTi5UFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FWPYSuva230/s400/DSC00016.Mp4_000002196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..yeah~ we had a good duet didn't we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha! Gosh. What an interesting experience...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6094079210395401695?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6094079210395401695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6094079210395401695' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6094079210395401695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6094079210395401695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-surreal.html' title='It was surreal~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se8-UZXJBeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nIUf_Zq3Z2E/s72-c/DSC00016.Mp4_000011088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5523839202434051263</id><published>2009-04-22T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:50:33.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUP?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow~ the last post was on February 8th and now it's 22nd April!! You know, this is the reason why I don't need any new year resolutions cause I just can't keep up with them. All these "i-promise-to-update-my-blog-everyday" kinda thing is a total crap. But anyway, the hiatus that happened was due to my busy schedule of semester 4. Ever since class started after the mid term breaks, everything was pretty much a disaster. With all the assignments I had to hand in, the special mid-terms I had to sit for, the sudden quiz which the lecturers had with the attempt of killing us and so many more. I can't even keep up with Kkotboda Namja. But thank you very much to my madu for accepting my visits to her room with open hearts and is always willing to transfer the hard-earned BOF episodes. Nomu-nomu kamsahamnida! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reflecting back on the 10 days of pure punishment is blergh. The finals were dreadful. Like seriously, I've never felt so inferior and scared. There was not even a single paper that I had true confidence in answering everytime I entered the examination hall. I don't know what went wrong but something was bugging me like crazy. I guess it was because I took things a little too easy this time although I'm aware that the challenges were greater compared to the previous semesters. Well, whatever it is, the results are coming out in a few days and I just can't wait. Haha! I've just been reminded of something. Don't you realize that everytime and entry comes up right after the finals, it's always a matter of complaining? and there I go again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot of things happened during my last semester of the 2nd year in UIA. I mean, despite those semi-outrageous life cyle I had to go through, there were still some things that made me happy. The chance of praying infront of Baitullah was one thing, but another one is that, I was given more opportunity to speak out my mind in class which made me become more outspoken and increases my level of confidence. From what I see in the classes that I've attended, those who are more outspoken, had more confidence in conveying their thoughts and ideas or even ask questions are foreigners. I'm making a general statement here so don't misunderstand, but I think us local students need to do the same thing. We have equal opportunity and infact more advantage as we're bigger in number, but instead we choose to remain silent and have the "tanye lepas kelas - lepas kelas" attitude. I'm one of those people too but I think I've improved a bit. And I need to work even harder to improve alot more. Insya-Allah. You people should too~ =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, no short semster this time so I'll be spending 3 months wandering around trying to find worthy things to do..or..worthless, either way, it doesn't really matter. I was reminscing the memories of the Backstreetboys a few days ago and sheeesshh..if Nick dies tomorrow, I'm going to regret for the rest of my life for worrying more about FT Island who ditched us instead of updating myself with BSB's world tour. ARGH! 12 years man! 12 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, the last paper, Science of Qur'an was just...*sigh*. Happiness comes at the time when you least expect it, and trust me, Allah really listens. Alhamdulillah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327541931015752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se87KOQxSoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ogfO5wKFTfg/s400/DSC05046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams -over-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327539855464462514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se85RaOx-LI/AAAAAAAAAPU/k0HZfQBaDe8/s400/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;The "gay" pals. Victory to us!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327541345771435170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se86oKDptKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/P4n1ck_Sk50/s400/DSC05049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm..wonder what that says...si baju hijau kacak bergayaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;From BSB to SOQ...I need to work on the sudden transition. No wonder Mr. Le Carre's comment on my term paper was "WHY THE SUDDEN TRANSITION?!". Aaahh~ going to miss him. *cough* *cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5523839202434051263?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5523839202434051263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5523839202434051263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5523839202434051263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5523839202434051263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/04/sup.html' title='SUP?!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Se87KOQxSoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ogfO5wKFTfg/s72-c/DSC05046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8400912647479688513</id><published>2009-02-08T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:57:38.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assalamualaikum!!</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah~ I'm home!!!! safe and sound....hee&lt;br /&gt;I plan to share my experiences and post up some pics that I took while I was there with everyone here but the timing isn't right. I've got 3 midterms on Tuesday and Wednesday plus I have to hand in 2 assignments for Dr. Mega so I barely have time to come online. I've only got tomorrow to cover up 3 subjects' notes for the 2 weeks that I missed. Will I be able to make it? and be able to fulfill the expectations? I don't know. I'm sick of being scared and nervous but that's just the law of nature I guess. So I'll update when things are back to the way it was; smooth and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thank you Dian for highlighting my spelling mistake for the previous post; "scarred". I didn't realize that since I was too confident in making full use of "Change all". Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8400912647479688513?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8400912647479688513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8400912647479688513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8400912647479688513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8400912647479688513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/02/assalamualaikum.html' title='Assalamualaikum!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2468630086573940355</id><published>2009-02-01T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:03:48.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam from Makkah</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SYVzBg0a-jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KfLWr50imic/s1600-h/Hanis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SYVzBg0a-jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KfLWr50imic/s400/Hanis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297767006498126386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*will be home soon~Insya-Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2468630086573940355?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2468630086573940355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2468630086573940355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2468630086573940355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2468630086573940355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/02/salam-from-makkah.html' title='Salam from Makkah'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SYVzBg0a-jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KfLWr50imic/s72-c/Hanis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1067448926852691992</id><published>2009-01-24T00:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:35:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you~</title><content type='html'>I've just deleted all the songs in my mp3 player and replaced it with Surah Yassin. I don't expect myself to listen to Mirotic or Gee throughout the 8 hour flight. The fact is, as the time gets closer, I've automatically lost interest in any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated to go at first since I'm going to miss school for 2 weeks but I know that if I let this chance go, I'm going to regret it for life. I'm worried sick about catching up with things that I'll miss in class but then again, I cannot wait to say out my prayers-everything that I've wanted, wished, dreamed and hoped for at the place where Allah hears and grants them all. But honestly, I'm scarred. As much as I want to go and witness before my eyes the beautiful and sacred place, I'm scarred. I'm so used to the life of saying whatever things I want to say, do things however I want it to be done. You're right. I'm totally ignorant. Ignorant in the sense that I continuously forget my "role" and "position" in this world and the reasons why I even existed. I've always tried to improve myself, be positive and change for the better. But still, I'm scarred if I don't have control of my words and thoughts. The punishment is just too scary to even imagine. I don't play my role well, that's why I'm terrified. Yet, I can't wait to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who were offended by my insulting words and ridiculous actions, I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart. My mum always told me that some times the sins we make by insulting, offending and making other people mad are the cause as to why our life is full of obstacles. And since I really need to leave with a clear and calm heart, I sincerely apologize to everyone regardless of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly the person I'm going to miss most is my baby brother. Haha~ Well, we can be the biggest enemy but I cannot deny the fact that I'm always thinking and worrying about him more than anyone else. Too bad he can't come along but I hope he's going to be fine being all alone during the chinese new year holiday. Poor thing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xkuaseknah's, I'm going to miss you girls too~ Especially Mrs. Micky and Mrs. Max, people whom I spend my days with 24/7. Please jot down Mr. Le Carre's lectures and photocopy Dr. Mega's notes for me yea? Thank you! I'll call you girls from there. Don't turn your phones off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll only be 2 weeks but it's not "just" some destination. We'll see each other again, if Allah wills. But if I don't return, I thank you for everything and sincerely apologize for all the misbehaves  and wrong doings. I am happy, I was and will always be. I hope you are too~Take care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hanis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SXoGQB4_zmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fMItWSF_QoE/s1600-h/P230109_20.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SXoGQB4_zmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fMItWSF_QoE/s400/P230109_20.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294551184382611042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We fight over the smallest, most unnecessary things but really, we've always been the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Alang will miss you isdemok!!! &lt;/span&gt;TT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1067448926852691992?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1067448926852691992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1067448926852691992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1067448926852691992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1067448926852691992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/01/see-you.html' title='See you~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SXoGQB4_zmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fMItWSF_QoE/s72-c/P230109_20.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1867432407123464011</id><published>2009-01-15T15:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:02:28.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perghh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since class started, yesterday was the first time I enjoyed being lectured. Mr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Carre&lt;/span&gt; was nice enough, Political Science is getting even more interesting than it already is and I'm starting to enjoy Islamic Ethics with Dr. Mega. Early this morning, I had a good feeling about today. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Big time. Since Dr. Mega knows my name, I can expect being asked to answer her questions and give opinions in each of her classes from now onwards. Just like what happened in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Methods of Da'wah&lt;/span&gt; today. Being asked in class was O.K but answering it with some crappy answers was definitely uncool. She asked me to give one of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Argument in a gracious manner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; point and further elaborate it. I ended up saying the most obvious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sttttooooooppppiiiiddd&lt;/span&gt; answer one can imagine. Anyone in the right mind would not even attempt to say any part of it. In the middle of my so-called explanation, I went blank and couldn't continue my words since only then I realized that what I was saying was a total crap. Dr. Mega stared right at my face and continue to smile a dry smile at me. Sheeeessshhh. Malu gile okaaayyy!! I can't get over it. I really need to remind myself that everyone makes mistakes...aha~ what an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back at home. UIA is officially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"closed"&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow until I don't know when. Well, Maryam's principal actually said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "until further notice"&lt;/span&gt; so I can 60% expect a holiday on Monday. Aaahhh~I'm going to miss Mr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Carre&lt;/span&gt; by then. You wish!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get Pol. Sci.'s essay done. Oh, btw, Goo  Joon Pyo is unresistable. Like really really. I'm getting good night sleep ever since Korea made their own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legendary eye candy&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you PD nim!!!&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/1116563109379285983-1867432407123464011?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1867432407123464011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1867432407123464011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1867432407123464011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1867432407123464011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/01/perghh.html' title='Perghh~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2883331872993856632</id><published>2009-01-13T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:03:45.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOTTT!! WOOOTT!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my MIROTIC VER. C !!! Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a long wait but definitely worth it since the giant poster is so g.i.a.n.t, it feels like seeing Jae in real life. Aha~&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whoever does their make-up needs to be shot. It looks like a whole bottle of powder spilled on Yunho's face and you really think Jae is some kind of drawing pad? You need to get rid of that eye liner from your collection like... a.s.a.p. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the 4th week of the semester. I'm in a dilemma right now thinking about the subjects that I've signed up for. I'm not sure why but something about it is seriously bugging me like crazy. I think part of it is because I'm just too worried if I'll be able to catch up and sit for the mid-term exams as soon as I return since I'll be away from class for quite a period of time. And of course the oh-so-hard-to-get car sticker case is also part of my worries. It's only the 4th week and there are loads to read up on. Especially since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Le Carre&lt;/span&gt; is making us read and study a whole novel. Life was hard enough with Hare a few months ago, I didn't see it becoming worse with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Le Carre&lt;/span&gt;. Let's see what will happen once I sign up for Arabic. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea's version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanayori@Meteor Garden&lt;/span&gt;, Kotboda Namja made its debut last week. Once again, the long wait is worth it. Based on personal judgment, the Japanese version blends well but the Taiwanese version has more feel to it. However, Kotboda Namja is refreshing and it gives off a new feeling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys Over Flower&lt;/span&gt;. I'd have to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goo Joon Pyo&lt;/span&gt; (their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dao Ming Si@Domyouji&lt;/span&gt;) portrays the best character as the F4 leader out of the 3 versions. I'm not being biased but maybe it's because he is originally an actor and not an idol from some singing group like the other two. The different expressions he gives off every time he's around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geum Jandi&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San Chai@Makino&lt;/span&gt;) proves that the role belongs to him even from the start. Korea's version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San Chai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geum Jandi&lt;/span&gt; does not give a good first impression. Most people feel that she over acted some of her scenes but I guess she's the type that grows on people as time passes by. She's just a little too pretty for her character but her expressions are priceless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ji Hoo's&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hua Zhe Lei@Hanazawa Rui&lt;/span&gt;) played by Hyun Joong (SS501), looks when just standing there and not say anything, perfectly portrays the role. However, when the lines get a little longer, he seems odd granted it's his first time venturing into the acting field. I look forward to see his improvements in the coming episodes. Nevertheless, his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;princey&lt;/span&gt; looks, k.i.l.l.s.&lt;br /&gt;So far, the drama looks good. One thing that's obvious in Kotboda Namja is the fact that none of the F4 guys are lacking (look wise) as compared to the other two versions of F4. Just when we thought the eye candies were enough, they made us diabetics! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SWxu2szIwwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_pJM38h4upI/s1600-h/70c20dac237a22025c8f0795f0eb9dac122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SWxu2szIwwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_pJM38h4upI/s400/70c20dac237a22025c8f0795f0eb9dac122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290725548271125250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kotboda Namja&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;*squeel* XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2883331872993856632?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2883331872993856632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2883331872993856632' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2883331872993856632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2883331872993856632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/01/woottt-wooott.html' title='WOOTTT!! WOOOTT!!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SWxu2szIwwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_pJM38h4upI/s72-c/70c20dac237a22025c8f0795f0eb9dac122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1633102664240696867</id><published>2009-01-10T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:18:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di'TAG' - part (I seriously don't remember)</title><content type='html'>*Nana!! Sorry lambat!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- Have you ever dreamt of dating younger guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;umm.. I don't think I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- How is it different to date yunhanam rather than older/same age guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not so sure since I have always "looked" at younger people as my "dongsaeng". Older guys might be more mature but younger guys are... cuter? aha~ sorry. I seriously don't have a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- If you're chosen to be the noona in Yunhanam, what type of activity you'd like to do with the boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, apparently I find myself watching episode 3 (JH's if I'm not mistaken) over and over again. That date was "realistic". And the idea of the noona playing the piano while he sings is not bad either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'll be enjoying every second of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- Will you choose your yunhanam based on their performance/attitude during the date and activity or you'll simply choose your favourite Shinee member from the beginning? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aaahh~ this is kinda hard. Of course I'm biased when it comes to Key but the other four are equally charming. I think... I'll choose based on their performance/attitude during the date. But I'll have to narrow it down between Key-Jonghyun and... umm.. Minho?..yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- Would you rather have 1-1 date or 5-1 date with the boys? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1-1 I guess since it's easier to get to know them personally rather than having to observe 5 people at the same time. right? hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- Is there any of the boys that meet your "prince charming" figure? who and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hmm... I really like Key's witty comments and stupid jokes but if you say "prince charming"... I'd have to pick Jonghyun. Why? because being ambitious is attractive and interesting and he definitely portrays that. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- How will you tell them the result? (e.g: giving rose like the 1st noona, giving lifejacket like the 3rd noona, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Give them da'wah. hahahhaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I'm gonna give them life jackets like the 3rd noona except in a more acceptable and polite manner. Why life jackets?  I guess it symbolizes "protection" and it's something that we can rely on each other for. teehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- What song do you want Shinee/your yunhanam sing in front of you? (apart of Noona Neomu Yeppo! haha..I know everyone wants them to sing this song for us!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;aaahh~ I really admire Jonghyun's singing skills but I'd die to hear Onew sing for me. Ahahaa~ Onew's version of "Forever More"!! XD&lt;br /&gt;*wouldn't it be interesting to have Onew sing Afghan's "Terima Kasih Cinta"..?? ahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1633102664240696867?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1633102664240696867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1633102664240696867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1633102664240696867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1633102664240696867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/01/aku-ditag-part-i-seriously-dont.html' title='Aku di&apos;TAG&apos; - part (I seriously don&apos;t remember)'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6257378401256507502</id><published>2009-01-04T22:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:23:34.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 21 already??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ija, Happy 21st Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems like it was just yesterday that we met in 1B3 right? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times when we'd go to the canteen and eat at the staircase.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days when we trained our so-called ping pong skills for the school tournament.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments that we shared when we went to Langkawi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those long walks we had to school in the afternoon to play badminton.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one particular night where we didn't sleep well thinking of your MC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hours that we spent training for the bowling tournament.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tiring drives you had to do fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r us to have fun in PD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "wrong" "uncensored" movie we watched with you know who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those giggles we had in the cinema that we preferred to do rather than watching the movie itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fish massage. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those messages you sent telling me about "that" one particular guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been 8 years dearie. I'm glad that some of the most memorable days of my life was spent with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact that we've never argued and are always having great fun together makes me appreciate and cherish you even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray that Allah wou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ld continue to shower you with His great love and blessings and may each and every prayers and wishes of yours come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I love you beb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SWDSwpso3RI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FPCHhYWhAvg/s1600-h/me+n+ija.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SWDSwpso3RI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FPCHhYWhAvg/s400/me+n+ija.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287457695801597202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and that we'll stay best friends forever. MUAHXXX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6257378401256507502?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6257378401256507502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6257378401256507502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6257378401256507502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6257378401256507502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-21-already.html' title='She&apos;s 21 already??!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SWDSwpso3RI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FPCHhYWhAvg/s72-c/me+n+ija.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-9218121827281387072</id><published>2009-01-02T20:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:36:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to celebrate 2009 wishing it on its second day. Aha~&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been visiting this place for quite some time ever since semester 4 started. Well, the fact is, I've been having the dengue fever for almost 2 weeks now so that pretty much answers the question why-am-I-not-wishing-new-year-wishes-on-new-year's-day. It's the most horrible fever ever. I was really expecting great year-end days but instead, going back and forth the clinic for blood tests. But still, despite the muscle ache and scary rashes, I had fun spending new year's eve with my favorite girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SV4bR88mNBI/AAAAAAAAANs/tVAFHyYfZtk/s1600-h/us+new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SV4bR88mNBI/AAAAAAAAANs/tVAFHyYfZtk/s400/us+new+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286693007811556370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(on new year's eve~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the year 2008 has taught me so many lessons and made me mature in so many ways. I've come to realize that life is indeed a big challenge. I remembered there were a lot of days where I went through life the hard way. There were those days when I choked on my words and learned my lessons and days that were emotionally challenging, filled with the struggle to breath. Although it's not something that I'd ever want to go through again, I'm thankful for the experiences as it has made me become a much stronger person.  People laugh at me when I give positive comments on life challenges and would wonder what has gotten into me, but the fact is, being stronger mentally, physically and emotionally is the best change you can opt for. No one leads an easy life but you have the choice to ease it. And as a new year's resolution, I opt to be stronger and lead life positively. Despite those hard times, there were days in the year 2008 where life was just too beautiful and filled with great happiness. I look forward to another great year and I really hope the happiness prolongs in the new year, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MAY LIFE'S GREATEST PLEASURE BE WITH YOU THROUGHOUT THE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2009 EVERYONE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I doubt these life challenges would leave me alone, therefore I look forward to tackle it even stronger and harder this year. Bring it on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-9218121827281387072?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/9218121827281387072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=9218121827281387072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/9218121827281387072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/9218121827281387072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SV4bR88mNBI/AAAAAAAAANs/tVAFHyYfZtk/s72-c/us+new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5673148723552153738</id><published>2008-12-19T18:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:40:08.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you love me. XOXO (ehehehee~~)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaahhh~~ I've been busy lately catching up on things at the last minute. That's me. As always. Confident that things are under control but later on suffer from not caring. Bleh~wuteva. Anyway, holiday's almost over which means that I'll be going back to UIA this Sunday. Ooohh~can't wait. Yea~ right. I still want to wake up at 11 am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Shut up. You're a big fat liar if you don't agree with me!&lt;/span&gt; But honestly, I'm kind of looking forward to the 4th semester. I plan to add another subject on Tuesdays and Thursdays afternoon and just work my *** off for umm... Dean's List I hope? Ehehehe...Insya-Allah. Time flies. It's been... like what? 6 weeks? Heh~ That's pretty long but the memory of me driving in the rain to my home sweet home on the last day of school is still fresh in my mind. Owh well, what other choices are there left for me? Ah! I know! S-T-U-D-Y... yeah~ that's about it. I'm well known for being a sloth. I have this chronic laziness disease that I have yet to find the remedy. Even so, I still find myself staying up for the finals. So... remedy? Not needed. Teehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in Jakarta the whole time I was away. I have the slightest memory of it when I toured the Java Island like 8 years ago so everything was pretty much new to me compared to the concrete images of Medan. But one thing that's still clear in my mind, the traffic jam was horrible and as expected, it still is. But the city itself is a lot like KL. As soon as I arrived and got in the car, the driver asked my mom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kemana kta buk?"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ke hotel aja dulu pak. Marriot"&lt;/span&gt;,  and what was the driver's reply?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Owh iya. Marriot yang dibom itukan buk?"&lt;/span&gt; Wutdda?! Can you just say something like that which scares the hell out of me??!? Well, due to the bombing case, they implemented a super strong security system which was rather annoying. Having to scan my bag (even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teh Sosro&lt;/span&gt;) every single time at the entrance was just -__-. And the memories of May comes flashing back in mind when I went to visit Bandung again. Overall, my 6 week holiday is fun although I spent most of the time drooling over TVXQ again and again and later on got addicted to Gossip Girl. I've got 3 seasons of OTH to complete and Hot Shots in line! Aaarrghhh~ how am I supposed to survive semester 4???!?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SUt1pKO47ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/UkHgG2pMJrg/s1600-h/DSC04080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SUt1pKO47ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/UkHgG2pMJrg/s400/DSC04080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281444338003930514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Iya... yang dibom itu lho pak! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SUt1o8uuCII/AAAAAAAAAM8/xbTOVHcoreE/s1600-h/DSC04071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SUt1o8uuCII/AAAAAAAAAM8/xbTOVHcoreE/s400/DSC04071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281444334379337858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(a little early but Merry Christmas to those who're celebrating! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth..yey!!.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and umm..Jae too? *wink* *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5673148723552153738?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5673148723552153738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5673148723552153738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5673148723552153738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5673148723552153738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-you-love-me-xoxo-ehehehee.html' title='You know you love me. XOXO (ehehehee~~)'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SUt1pKO47ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/UkHgG2pMJrg/s72-c/DSC04080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3456112699633744769</id><published>2008-12-16T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:10:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3456112699633744769?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3456112699633744769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3456112699633744769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3456112699633744769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3456112699633744769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3300373817657864919</id><published>2008-12-09T03:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:55:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mode : Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past few posts have been on the things that I've done during this semester break's holiday which is not what it's supposed to be initially but it somehow keeps this place updated since I don't always go into deep thoughts and give advices and lessons every single day. As if anyone is interested. Anyway, the land slides at Bukit Antarabangsa is heart breaking. My deepest sympathy and condolences goes to all those who are affected by it directly or indirectly. Those who have left, let us pray may they be placed among those who are blessed and the survivals, life must go on. It's definitely God's greatest test for some and I pray may Allah grant you with continuous strength, courage and health. Despite the sadness you're going through, I hope you'll be able to find the happiness you deserve as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, today (or rather yesterday, tardy again, sorry~) is a special day for us Muslims. I hope you guys had a great raya. Me, as always, never dared to watch the slaughtering of cows. Although I am there every single year, I force my eyes to draw onto something else. I know for what reasons those animals needs to be slaughtered but it's a little terrifying for me to watch. I suck. I know. I'm sorry. I need to change. Aja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILADHA!!" =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s -I'm going to be away for a few days which means those regulars on ym, I won't be around. If there's anything, text me okkeeh~ See you peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;*arrgghhh... I can't imagine catching up with 4 days of vids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3300373817657864919?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3300373817657864919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3300373817657864919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3300373817657864919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3300373817657864919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/mode-away.html' title='Mode : Away'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4281737551893642689</id><published>2008-12-05T17:47:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:06:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Noky Bros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was on the phone with Huda a few minutes ago. She called and told me how her mother struggled to save her wedding necklace from an unidentified thief in front of her house. Go to her blog if you want to know more. But the reason why I'm mentioning it here is that, the part where the thief was shocked when he saw Huda holding a knife was just too funny. What was more hilarious is when the thief put his hands in his jacket, Huda ran like crazy! Hello~ he was shocked and scared seeing you with a knife, why'd you run?!?!?! Ahahhahahaha!! I know  I'm not suppose to laugh but the image of Huda running away with a knife in her hand just because the thief put his hands in his jacket was just too hilarious. Ahahahah! You totally made my day Hud. So sad I won't get to see you T__T..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naaahh~that's a lie. I'm just sad because I won't get to watch T Concert! huwaaaa!! huwaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I had a day out with my own Noky Bros yesterday. We went to Sunway Lagoon! Aaahhh~ it has been ages since I was there. I've always refused to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lost City of Gold"&lt;/span&gt; roller coaster every time I was there so at the age of 20, it would be a total embarrassment if I didn't try. So I did. It reminds me of JoongBo's roller coaster ride on their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; theme park date and Shinee's Yunhanam where the boys rode the seemed-like-scary ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ller coaster. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*If only Key was with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*__* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even before we went to the Water park, we were soaking wet. Well, after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Collorado Splash, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Niagara Falls Flume Ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and swirling around on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Grand Canyon River Rapids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, what would you expect? It was fun!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_kN23ZvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sw8nRp-UQqo/s1600-h/DSC03978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_kN23ZvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sw8nRp-UQqo/s400/DSC03978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276247961124693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I seriously wanted to puke after two rounds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirate's Revenge&lt;/span&gt;..errghh..)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*go die you pirate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_jzFLF4I/AAAAAAAAALs/5fT8bx39ASk/s1600-h/DSC03987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_jzFLF4I/AAAAAAAAALs/5fT8bx39ASk/s400/DSC03987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276247953936947074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Tomahawk ride! nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_ka7ajII/AAAAAAAAAL8/wfquVhEWav8/s1600-h/DSC03966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_ka7ajII/AAAAAAAAAL8/wfquVhEWav8/s400/DSC03966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276247964633435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My own version of Noky Bros) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanx bangah! muah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and since I mentioned about Huda earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STkCC16WaUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vixNe_SaH3Q/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STkCC16WaUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vixNe_SaH3Q/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276250686296058178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... here's us!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4281737551893642689?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4281737551893642689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4281737551893642689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4281737551893642689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4281737551893642689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-own-noky-bros.html' title='My own Noky Bros'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STj_kN23ZvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sw8nRp-UQqo/s72-c/DSC03978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7352694049770592725</id><published>2008-12-03T22:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:36:57.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths? ok laa~..ahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dayyyyyyyyyyyuuummm!!! What's wrong with Youtube??!?! It's so sloowwww!! Argh~ it's driving me crazy! *sigh* T__T&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I had to monitor my younger brother with his maths and science homework and assigned him some maths exercises since it seems like up until now his claim of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is dapat banyak A ma.."&lt;/span&gt; remains in his fantasies. Interesting enough, I haven't solved any mathematical problems for years but I still managed to teach him! Waaaahhh~ Proud? Yeah~ a little bit. Ahahahah~ Maybe because I've only been dealing with alphabets and no numerical figures at all since I became a BENL student, it totally gave me a different feeling. It's like... refreshing... Ahahhaa~&lt;br /&gt;I had a loooonnngg talk with Atip last night. Lot's of things came up but what's for sure is, now I have a big dream that I need to hold on to and really, the talk gave me clearer visions of goals that I need to achieve. Aja! Aja!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STahTYL26UI/AAAAAAAAALc/i8v1gcqczUE/s1600-h/20081203090611.658.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STahTYL26UI/AAAAAAAAALc/i8v1gcqczUE/s400/20081203090611.658.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275581367792888130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Hyun Joong as Hanazawa Rui with Korea's version of Makino acting out their scene...can't wait!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Atip, things were pretty harsh last night. Sincere apology from me if I've insulted you in any way. Luv you bebeh!Aja! Aja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7352694049770592725?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7352694049770592725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7352694049770592725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7352694049770592725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7352694049770592725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/maths-ok-laaahaha.html' title='Maths? ok laa~..ahaha'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STahTYL26UI/AAAAAAAAALc/i8v1gcqczUE/s72-c/20081203090611.658.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8195731278610647290</id><published>2008-12-02T17:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:27:37.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not scared of you..." ..me too, Jae. xD</title><content type='html'>Blogging in the middle of the night when you're eyes are about to shut yet your heart is struggling to pour your thoughts and feelings out causes major grammatical mistakes and definitely serious vocabulary problems. But then again, even if I blog when the sun is shining bright, these things happen too. Oh well, I'm not a native speaker anyway. I'm just trying to speak my mind the best I could in the most simplest manner. If these mistakes hurt your eyes and bother you in any way, I apologize. Do correct me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; today with Inda together with Naim and I see the shining, shimmering faces of Hariz, Faisal and Stone too. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shining? shimmering? dream on!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Owh well, it's great to see them after a long time. Anyway, the movie was... should I say... simple? Yeah pretty much. Probably it was my mistake to not read about it in advance or at least the gist of it because I was waiting for some serious "it" and shocking scenes. I'm sorry but I fell asleep in the middle of it. It wasn't a bad movie or anything but there was just no impact. The climax was dull. It was just... THAT and nothing more. Aaahh~ reviewing movies is just not my thing because I really don't watch a lot of it. Just once in a while, when I have the mood. I prefer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarantine&lt;/span&gt;. Well obviously the genres are different and maybe that's the main reason why I can't appreciate this movie. I mean, I prefer something more rational and not too unrealistic. Yeah~ But anyway, that Edward guy was hot although his face was all pale and scary. With those features... don't you think Jaejoong would fit the role? Except that he's not really scary looking rather a little pretty? Owh either way, I really don't mind him coming through the window while I talk to my mom on the phone.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like to watch you sleep"&lt;/span&gt;. Waaahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STUMzN0N78I/AAAAAAAAALM/cO8ongDvPf8/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STUMzN0N78I/AAAAAAAAALM/cO8ongDvPf8/s400/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275136612555943874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Go watch! You guys might not agree with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STUNeTzZnGI/AAAAAAAAALU/uTI2jbvp1Nc/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STUNeTzZnGI/AAAAAAAAALU/uTI2jbvp1Nc/s400/DSC01097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275137352897502306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(With Inda dearie~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Terpakse carik boyfriend vampire. Boleh die masuk tingkap sendri-sendri. Senang je. Besnyee" - Inda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... aaahhh~~ I totally agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jae through the window? Ooooh~ definately dream come true~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1116563109379285983-8195731278610647290?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8195731278610647290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8195731278610647290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8195731278610647290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8195731278610647290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-scared-of-you-peeewwiiitt.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not scared of you...&quot; ..me too, Jae. xD'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/STUMzN0N78I/AAAAAAAAALM/cO8ongDvPf8/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3529400877557771441</id><published>2008-12-02T03:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:49:53.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kte lain, Awk lain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaahhh~ huuuugggeee relief. At least the image I had in mind of going back and forth Hare's office won't happen next semester. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with a friend of mine. She complains about having a hard time coping with studies and everytime we come across issues on studies and exams, she'd always say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awak xpela. Awak pandai. Memang guarantee lulus. Kte lain la." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I was once the blackest sheep one can imagine. And yes, I am proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;I was in great tense when I found out that I was failing G.A. I couldn't turn back time and start all over again what more ask Hare for re-sits even pleading won't do any good. This happened to HELL and Arab during matriculation too. I'd find myself in tears as I felt that there was nothing left for me to do in order to patch things up. I would always again and again turn to my mom. Telling her every single thing that's bothering me, reminding her in advance not to be surprised if I had to repeat anything and kept on saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"keluarkan hanis dari sini"&lt;/span&gt;. But again and again, my mom would say the same thing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hanis cube ingat balik macam mane hanis berdoa bersunguh-sungguh untuk masuk universiti. Hanis tau peluang hanis dulu macam mana kan? tapi Allah makbulkan juga doa hanis, bagi hanis tempat yang paling baik. Ni semue dugaan. Hanis selalu complain, but in the end, hanis lepas juga. Betul tak? Mama dah kate, asalkan Hanis usaha, Insya-Allah, Allah tak sia-siakn usaha tu." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;These words are what made me go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;During my school days, I can't even find the reason why I need to study. Books are always boring to read. TV and sleeping was much more important. But as the years go by, I come to see the changes in me. I became more disciplined and more determined. I guess it was because everyone around me was just too smart, those who got ridiculous marks and straight A's for their exams. The changes that occurred was not because I want to be them. But it's because I want to be better than them. And why did I work my *** off to get a scholarship? &lt;/span&gt;Because I don't want to put my parents through hardships. &lt;span&gt;My dear friend, it's not about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"awk xpe, awk pandai"&lt;/span&gt;, not about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kte lain, awk lain"&lt;/span&gt; but it's about whether you want it or you don't. We were born the same right? How am I different to you? Well, you may be prettier but do I have 2 brains and you have 1? Did Allah granted me with four hands so that I can write notes more and gave you 2 hands that causes you to write less?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Allah has been kind. Too kind to me that He gave me a second chance, saved me before I drifted further. And up until today, I've taken the advantage of that chance as best as I could.  &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure Allah has been kind to you too. He gave you the same chance as He gave me, didn't He? We are in the same place aren't we? So my dear friend, let's grow up, stop complaining, think critically, be rational, have empathy and always be thankful for everything that we have okay? Be sure that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;span&gt;I've put lots of thoughts on what my mom said. Yes, it is true. No matter how much I want to be in a better place, I cannot be anywhere else but here. I am not a strong and decent person. My heart is fragile and my grades and pointers are far from excellent, but at least I dare to stay and try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I sleep, I can dream. But if I don't sleep, I can achieve my dreams." - Jung Ji Hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3529400877557771441?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3529400877557771441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3529400877557771441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3529400877557771441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3529400877557771441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/12/kte-lain-awk-lain.html' title='Kte lain, Awk lain....'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4677274387086038593</id><published>2008-11-28T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:45:16.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La.la.la.la.la Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha!</title><content type='html'>JOZAN Show Ep. 3 was hilarious!!!! I thought it was another one of those lame shows where idiots make stupid jokes but seriously watching it totally made my day. The so-called Lin Dan and Taufik Hidayat part was a total win. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Gua macam biase loh. Sikalang gua jual taugeh maa~"&lt;/span&gt; Ahahahha! rofl. Anyway, there's nothing much going on right now. My everydays seems to be the same. It has been raining every afternoon. I seem to be more unproductive as the days go by. And...dudududu..yeah, that's about it. I'm in lurv with the Dorky Brothers. They are just toooo adorkable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sor47642QDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sor47642QDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~ Aha~ngade-ngade okaaaayyyy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4677274387086038593?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4677274387086038593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4677274387086038593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4677274387086038593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4677274387086038593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalalalala-hahahahaha.html' title='La.la.la.la.la Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1496309372168041020</id><published>2008-11-25T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:53:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine</title><content type='html'>Just came home. Went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quarantine"&lt;/span&gt; with my brothers as we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"parentless"&lt;/span&gt; for a week. Gosh! That movie is seriously something. As scary and gory as it is, I can't help laughing throughout the whole 1 and a half hour screening because both my brothers couldn't stop screaming! ahahahah!! My younger brother was sitting next to me and that whole time he was holding on to my arm. I felt his heart pounding so fast! I thought I was the one who needed some time to come back to reality. It was him instead. He didn't even watch 3/4 of the show! Big, is not necessarily reliable. Ahahahaha... it was funny seriously. I too have found my true self. Woooaahhh. Look who's talkin'! Aha~ I was scared of course. I mean, there were lots of shocking moments. At the time when you least expect it, that's when the speaker and screen starts to get on your nerves. My knowledge of animal disease is non-existent but this movie did somehow educate me a little bit about rabies. Although I did not concentrate on the whole thing, it does effect me in some way. You know when you feel scared, it seems like there's a huuuuugggeee rock on your chest and in your throat? Yeah~ That's what I'm feeling right now. I know the chances of it to actually turn into reality is slim but still, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scaredy cat&lt;/span&gt; is inate. You should probably go watch. It's worst than you'd imagine. Well, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSwQPgMddvI/AAAAAAAAALE/fPwLKKv4jsg/s1600-h/quarantine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSwQPgMddvI/AAAAAAAAALE/fPwLKKv4jsg/s400/quarantine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272607122270287602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fighter was hot! Daayyuuummmm!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1496309372168041020?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1496309372168041020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1496309372168041020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1496309372168041020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1496309372168041020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSwQPgMddvI/AAAAAAAAALE/fPwLKKv4jsg/s72-c/quarantine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3739748951421416820</id><published>2008-11-24T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:59:41.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*__*</title><content type='html'>hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Junsu's cute..&lt;br /&gt;Oopss.. *__*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3739748951421416820?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3739748951421416820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3739748951421416820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3739748951421416820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3739748951421416820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='*__*'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2603460217297157750</id><published>2008-11-22T12:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:14:24.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikaeel. Alhamdulillah...</title><content type='html'>Aaaahhh~ I've just posted an entry on Muslim Converts and now I hear that Micheal Jackson is now a Muslim. Alhamdulillah~ I can't stop smiling when I read articles over articles on this great news as I am so very happy that he has finally found the light and can finally see the truth. Now he can pray to Allah over and over again without hesitation. I'm so glad. You can talk about his past issues (or even present) and accuse him for being the worst human being one can be, blame and dislike him for what he has done, still, no one can deny that he is one of the most influential figure on earth. Being that, with the new life he has now, I hope he can be an excellent example to his "colleagues" and make them realize what Islam is all about and how beautiful this religion is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May Allah's blessings and guidance be with you Mikaeel!! Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2603460217297157750?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2603460217297157750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2603460217297157750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2603460217297157750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2603460217297157750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/mikaeel-alhamdulillah.html' title='Mikaeel. Alhamdulillah...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6513037666893910311</id><published>2008-11-22T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:10:17.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've spent a few days now watching videos on Youtube about people converting to Islam. It's interesting to see how they found Islam and how they became so attached to this beautiful religion. Of course it's always amazing to see and realize that Allah would always give Hidayah and His guidance for these people. From what I've seen on Youtube, the reason why people choose Islam, is almost the same. Basically, they are in desperate need of peace and that only Islam can offer the greatest peace. I tear up watching some of the vids. I do feel ashamed of myself when hearing our new brothers and sisters talk about their new life and experiences and how better of a person they have become. Being born as a Muslim, I should have stronger faith and knowledge compared to them who've just found Islam. And really, even with the knowledge that I have, I know it's not enough and that I have to continue on expanding it and keep on learning. I came across this video which was an interview of &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=7280926"&gt;Nicole Queen&lt;/a&gt;, who converted from Christian to Islam. I read &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&amp;amp;friendID=7280926"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and really, it's inspiring. She wrote about her changes - before and after she became a Muslim. I especially admire her entry on why women should wear hijab. Some of what she wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;...Here in America ppl look differently at women who cover. They kinda look at us as if we are oppressed, or that someone forces it on us..."Oh look at that poor sad Muslim woman, I bet her husband makes her wear that, she looks so sad and lifeless, she should let her hair out and be sexy!"...this is sometimes sadly how I looked at Hijabi's (women who cover) too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;When I converted to Islam I was totally obsessed with the women's role in this religion. Who was a woman in Islam? I heard she was nothing; she was just a housewife and had no mind of her own and no respect among her religion. The more I read the more I realized what an uneducated American I was for thinking this way. Islam regards women so high that the most important role in a Muslim family is the role of the woman. She is the controller and support system of the household. Without her the man could never be a success, the children would become an embarrassment to society and there would be no compassion or patience in the family. She is the backbone of this and Islam is all about teaching this to women, that you are the backbone of society. You are the only one who can bear children, have the patience to raise them, care for your mother, and mother-in law in their old age, raise educated beautiful children, and still look beautiful and greet your husband when he comes home with open arms. Now...what does this have to do with wearing the hijab? It is all connected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;When you realize who you are as a Muslim woman; when you truly see how valuable to your family and to your religion that you are, you will see the simplicity of walking around and making it known that you are different. You are a Muslim woman, and now the world will see it. You are held up at the highest esteem because of your religion. You are so valuable, that showing your skin and your beauty out in public creates a disturbance! Men can't help but stare, they are distracted by your beauty they are telling you comments, they are staring at your "rear", or your hair, or your breasts because you are a woman, your built to please men, your beauty though...is a VALUE...not a public auction. When you feel that value is something you only want for yourself, your family, and your husband, instead of for "Joe Smoe who follows you around the grocery store trying to catch a glance at your "goodies"'...then you will cover proudly and you will feel more beautiful than you have ever felt in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;When I realized how valuable Islam has created me to be, as a woman...I was so ashamed for the way I dressed and flaunted my beauty before. I was ashamed that I was not able to give my future husband my virginity. I was so ashamed that the man I love more than anyone is this world...would always know that other men also saw the same things he saw. How can I think I am a valuable respectful woman, if I walk around showing everyone the same things that I show the people who are closest to me in my life. Are they equal to the people I work with? Do I owe the men in my office the ability to see my beautiful hair?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can continue r&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eading&lt;/span&gt; it on her blog. I hope those who do not understand why women need to wear hijab and cover their aurah, would now realize the real reason behind it. Allah won’t make us do things that would only bring harm to humankind. Let us all realize that. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Until you learn Islam, until you put it into your life, until you start practicing Islam in the way a true Muslim should, then you see what life is all about and what your aims and objectives are.” &lt;/span&gt; -&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhe31Sj_USI"&gt;Brother Zunaid Moosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May Allah guide and make each and everyone of us abide by his straight path. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blog: courtesy of Nicole Queen (http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&amp;amp;friendID=7280926)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6513037666893910311?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6513037666893910311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6513037666893910311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6513037666893910311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6513037666893910311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-spent-few-days-now-watching-videos.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6196266986933675229</id><published>2008-11-20T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:46:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free promo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SamSam Korean BBQ's "Ddeokbokki" is Jjang!! (sorry for the wrong spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSRPvqN0uoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7Dz2NXQZ0F0/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSRPvqN0uoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7Dz2NXQZ0F0/s400/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270425144135039618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(SamSam Korean BBQ is in Pavillion K.L. - Highly recommended! &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*need to brush up my cooking skills...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marrying Junho is one thing. Knowing how to feed him is another. Ehem...Ehem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6196266986933675229?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6196266986933675229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6196266986933675229' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6196266986933675229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6196266986933675229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-promo.html' title='Free promo~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSRPvqN0uoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7Dz2NXQZ0F0/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1625694327652292897</id><published>2008-11-20T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:53:29.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja! Aja!</title><content type='html'>Today's a hard day for me. Emotionally. I don't think I'm in the position to think this way but some times I wonder why would the world turn its back on me. What did I do wrong to be receiving such luck? Am I that bad to be treated this way? I don't dare to say this but I can't lie to myself that at times I'd feel as if life is unfair. The better person I want to become, the worst nightmares come to me. I envy people who are so positive of their lives. Believe me, I'm really trying to be one of them. But it's hard to move on when the obstacle seems so big. So big that it makes me want to give everything up. But then again, Allah won't put me into hardships, giving me things that I can't handle. Reminding myself of that truth is what keeps me going on. I just need to find that power and courage somewhere within me. There's so many things I've got to do and so many people I need to prove wrong. I am patiently waiting for that day until life's happiness is eternally mine. FIGHTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSRGqHfw7iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oepFWGfEHoY/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSRGqHfw7iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oepFWGfEHoY/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270415153311051298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-apparently, Junho puts a smile on my face. teehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1625694327652292897?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1625694327652292897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1625694327652292897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1625694327652292897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1625694327652292897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/aja-aja.html' title='Aja! Aja!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SSRGqHfw7iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oepFWGfEHoY/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4501105751625309427</id><published>2008-11-18T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:03:46.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It was scary. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I went to settle the JPA thingy early this morning and found out that I've not included a copy of the guarantor's I/C. When the women behind the desk asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh? ic penjamin xde ke?"&lt;/span&gt; and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ah?..alamak..dalam buku panduan..."&lt;/span&gt; without letting me finish my words, with her cynical face &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Adeeeee.."&lt;/span&gt;. Sabo yo lah. Neway, I had to drive all the way to Selayang to get the copy of the ic. Since I was starving to death, I decided to take the Plus Highway since there's a drive-through McD. But I stopped at Petronas somewhere near bukit jalil to fill up the tank first. So there I was patiently standing by the pump while looking around for gongminams (sorry for the spelling..hehehe). I turned my head to the right...then..to the left..then..SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCHHHHHHH!!!!! BOOOOOOMMM!!! alkjddkhdjkh!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!! I.was.stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long trailer made an emergency break but a white van behind it didn't make the stop so it crashed against the trailer. Not sure if the trailer realized what was happening or rather it did not bother to care, it continue its way making the van which was stuck onto its back made 4-killer turns, banging itself on the divider before flying across the road twice and finally landing upside down.  I swear it was the most terrifying moment of my life. Since it happened right before my eyes, I stood there shocked not knowing what to do. My hands and knees were shaking and my heart was pounding as if there's no tomorrow. It took me a while to come back to my senses, putting the pump back to its place, got in the car, clenched my teeth and continue driving. Since it happened on the opposite side of the road I was on, I didn't thought it was safe enough for me to run across and go help.  Plus, I don't think I could've done anything since I wasn't in the right state of mind. Thank God, lots of people stopped, helped and settled the mess. I don't know if the driver is still alive or not because his van was seriously damaged (the front part, left side and 2 of the door was gone). So like half of the van came off as it made the killer-turn and banged itself on the divider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was numb for a few seconds. Really, I can't describe how I felt since my mind was blank then. I tried to do lots of things today so that I won't remember what I've witness but the image is still clear in my mind. I hope the driver is okay though I did not see him move after the accident. I was just too scared to stay behind and witness more. Every time the image comes flashing through my mind, my heart starts pounding really hard again. Aaarrgghh~ I hate this feeling. But I guess, Allah wants me to learn from it. That's why He made me see clearly every second of that tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, please be careful when driving. My response would always be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yelaahh.."&lt;/span&gt; everytime my dad says &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jangan laju-laju, jangan ikut kereta dekat-dekat..."&lt;/span&gt; I guess this is what happens when you take things for granted. Although it did not happen to me, but I was sure that Allah made me see the consequences of not listening to my parents. Aaaahhh~ I've learned my lesson but still this nervousness thinking of it is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4501105751625309427?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4501105751625309427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4501105751625309427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4501105751625309427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4501105751625309427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/boooooooooooommmmm.html' title='BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5947994583662464090</id><published>2008-11-15T03:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:15:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeepee yey yey!!</title><content type='html'>TVXQ's Wrong Number MV is out! yooohhooo!&lt;br /&gt;I took that by surprise. I didn't know it was going to be that fast. No PV's, no nothing. Neway, can't wait for their promos on Wrong Number which kicks off tomorrow! *Jae's rap kills*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SR3SRYnn9AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3bNGJXJrY8k/s1600-h/me+n+madu.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5afc570c43bcafe4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5afc570c43bcafe4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330131389%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EB541A8F59D366E5EAFD6A7FD2522DE2466DE5B.5F32920E7A083B2CFCC330DE41BC7F8B2DE79CC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5afc570c43bcafe4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djic5riZuoXhAtPA7NH3DkSPNOi8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5afc570c43bcafe4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330131389%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EB541A8F59D366E5EAFD6A7FD2522DE2466DE5B.5F32920E7A083B2CFCC330DE41BC7F8B2DE79CC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5afc570c43bcafe4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djic5riZuoXhAtPA7NH3DkSPNOi8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to "ngedate-ngedate" with Marina a.k.a maduku very soon. She'll be spazzing all day long for sure. Don't think she's naturally a "human". Her energy lasts like...forever. Madu, stop your selcas please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SR3SRYnn9AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3bNGJXJrY8k/s1600-h/me+n+madu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SR3SRYnn9AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3bNGJXJrY8k/s400/me+n+madu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268598335201604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(can't seem to stop loving ur selcas eh bebeh? mind having me in the pic sometime?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirotic Version C!!! I'm patiently waiting for youuuuuuuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKMF is up tomorrow! Yeepeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(good advice to other nominees : restrain yourself from coming. you'll die from embarrassment. TVXQ's gonna win. you know that!!) =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5947994583662464090?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5afc570c43bcafe4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5947994583662464090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5947994583662464090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5947994583662464090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5947994583662464090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeepee-yey-yey.html' title='Yeepee yey yey!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SR3SRYnn9AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3bNGJXJrY8k/s72-c/me+n+madu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1852702805802405931</id><published>2008-11-12T20:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:23:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one like her~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY MAMA!! (11/11/2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAY ALLAH SHOWER YOU WITH HIS CONTINUOUS BLESSINGS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GREAT HEALTH AND HAPPINESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MAMA! MUAAAHHHXXXX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SRrRAnNv2KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n7Bg8C-d7cQ/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SRrRAnNv2KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n7Bg8C-d7cQ/s400/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267752522620065954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(11/11/2008~Treating mama out on her birthday. No one else was invited. Sorry~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day the time has come and we have to part, let me go first okay? because ..I find myself in tears by just imagining what it's like if you're no longer with me. No words can describe how much I love and care for you. You are a true friend and the best mother anyone could ever wish for~ Mama~ I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1852702805802405931?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1852702805802405931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1852702805802405931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1852702805802405931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1852702805802405931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-one-like-her.html' title='No one like her~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SRrRAnNv2KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n7Bg8C-d7cQ/s72-c/DSC01072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8249500299243437868</id><published>2008-11-08T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:11:51.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights..-over- yeaaaayyyy!!!</title><content type='html'>Due to the finals, I didn't get much time to update or rather I did not bother to. eheh~ Neway, exams suck as always. I don't knooowww... I really can't imagine myself checking the results in a few weeks. Well, it's over now. Tawakal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had a few days break before Research's paper, we had BBQ at my crib. It was kind of a last minute thingy and with all the singing and rapping (if that's what you call Atip's version of attempting to talk real fast w/out bothering about the melody...ehehe..cool atip~) we had fun!!! If only it could last a little longer..aaahhh~~ thanks girls. I hope you had fun as mush as I did and felt comfortable throughout your stay. Sile la datang lagi yea~ eheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Medan yesterday until mama realised that she had to go to Langkawi today with babah so yeah~ I was kind of disappointed because I could've bought the ticks and go to the Japanese Summer Fest. with the girls tomorrow. But aaaaaaahhh~nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for Umrah end of January. It's one thing that I've always wanted to do. Praying real hard that I'll still be alive until that day because I really wanna go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8249500299243437868?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8249500299243437868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8249500299243437868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8249500299243437868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8249500299243437868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleepless-nights-over-yeaaaayyyy.html' title='Sleepless nights..-over- yeaaaayyyy!!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4260478118791422866</id><published>2008-10-21T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:31:24.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you very much Mr. Connected Speech</title><content type='html'>Today - Abgngah's convocation. I couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uneasy. Something is bugging me like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4260478118791422866?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4260478118791422866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4260478118791422866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4260478118791422866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4260478118791422866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-very-much-mr-connected-speech.html' title='Thank you very much Mr. Connected Speech'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8040150706860555457</id><published>2008-10-20T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:49:58.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think I'd care?</title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of understanding the Experiential Metafunction for Grammatical Analysis's  exercise that I've forced myself into. That does not always happen. It's crystal clear that I'm failing Dr. Hare's class so whether I want to or I don't, I just have to as it leaves me with no other choices except a big fat "F". So as I was trying to make sense of all the metafunctions which terribly does not make sense to me at all, something kept lingering on my mind. I'm not so sure if I should mention it here but I'm gonna spill it anyway. Yesterday I had this conversation with a friend of mine. Everything went well until we came down to this particular topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko grad dlu dari aku kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku pon xtau aku grad dlu ke ko. Kalo aku x sangkut pape, sempat la kot abes within 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko nak sangkut paper ape beb? Ko amek Literature je kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Ko amek TESL kan? malu ah x lepas beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has happened so many times that I do not bother to comment on that. I don't see the purpose of explaining again and again the stress and hardships that I go through especially to those who are quite so crude. This way or another, people still look down on me anyway. I do not feel insulted nor offended in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-8040150706860555457?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8040150706860555457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8040150706860555457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8040150706860555457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8040150706860555457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-think-id-care.html' title='You think I&apos;d care?'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2464560232866335655</id><published>2008-10-18T00:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:12:47.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterglow~</title><content type='html'>Staring at the monitor on a Friday night, watching the clock ticks its way of tomorrow is just...weird. Normally I'd be at home at this time of the week since I "forgot" to sign up for Leadership this semester. It feels rather different...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-terms are over! and I've only got Grammar Analysis's final assignment to be submitted before I can focus on the finals. Ehem...focus on TVXQ's comeback to be exact. Why now? Why? Why? They're like on TV and radio shows every single day! How am I supposed to keep up with that?! Plus... my broadband is not doing its job well these past few days. But aaahhh~it's good to see Jaejoong being all healthy and stuff...ooohhhh those arms~ they're killing me! *fangirling over hero all over agaaiiinnn*. I'd have to agree with mitz. Cassies are being all pervs nowadays. Blame those dorks. Why'd they have to look and sound so good?! I'll do some free promos for them although their pre-order is reaching 330,000 units. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN TO TVXQ's MIROTIC EVERYONE!!!! C'mon! C'mon! I GOT YOU~~~UNDER MY SKIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial intention of creating this blog is to share things that I've personally experienced with those who are interested and to learn as many lessons from it as much as possible. But since life is rather boring these days...bear with my fangirling please~  I'll be more wise and sensible in posting up entries once TVXQ is busy planning their marriage. But since they're still single *although not available in east nor west Malaysia, let's just put those initial intentions aside for awhile~teehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my lullaby is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Looking at the Sunset/Afterglow"&lt;/span&gt; from TVXQ's new album. One which is written by Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"After the after glow sets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going towards you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Following the lights which turn on one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll embrace you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the cold wind makes your shoulders flinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The foolish you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so precious to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As much as the sun that rises above you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll keep you safe as much as you've waited for me&lt;/span&gt;, with this glaring heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the dreams I've prayed for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're going towards you with my sincere scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than the air I breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that my wishes of smiling next to you every new morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be able to come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never let go of your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it's only tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wipe them away for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although we are not able to see the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how bumpy our road is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll promise you, please be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I love you' 'You're the only one',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to yell those words out into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, my heart which feels like bursting is calling out to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="credits"&gt;Credits: ginaaax3 @ soompi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a rough translation of the song. Sweet ne? in the mood for love anyone? ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kame's image comes flashing right before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Kuala Pilah for Bell's open-house tomorrow afternoon. See ya peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IJA! Congratulations on your graduation! am proud of you bebeh! Muahxxx!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2464560232866335655?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2464560232866335655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2464560232866335655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2464560232866335655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2464560232866335655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/10/afterglow.html' title='Afterglow~'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5352793227324632626</id><published>2008-10-04T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:02:00.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup-cakes and Raya!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I had trouble connecting to the internet in Malacca therefore I was not able to post up any entry and had to delay the raya wishes. Tardy, again! Anyway, did you guys had fun? I did!! Aaaahhh~ the holiday's almost over. Back to the oh-so-sleepy 8a.m Usul Fiqh mornings. I've got to submit a 5-page essay this Monday. Haven't even read the question yet. Heh~ that's kind of normal...for me at least. =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as soon as I arrived home (driving all the way to putrajaya is sooooooooooooo boring! I was damn sleepyyy~...) I started to realize a dream that I've always had which is, baking cup cakes!! I've never baked it before so I had this huuuggeeee drive to actually try so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeIdyBInVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cGF_wmlNI2o/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeIdyBInVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cGF_wmlNI2o/s400/DSC03453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253317535575088466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...this was my first trial..doesn't look so good ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and since I was having iftar with Ija and Naim that night, I made one each, wrote their names on it..but since I was in a rush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeId8s1S_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/SmQAbP7NSS4/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeId8s1S_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/SmQAbP7NSS4/s400/DSC01022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253317538442726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...this was what happened...oops! sorry! (but they liked it okaay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn't satisfied with the results. The outcome would have been better but I blame the flour. Not my skills. Haha! Well, since it was the first try, it didn't really matter. So I tried for the 2nd time. Baking it for the family iftar this time. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeLeQfqaMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/B-R1Vt4tNkc/s1600-h/DSC03469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeLeQfqaMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/B-R1Vt4tNkc/s400/DSC03469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320842291079362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...these were the results of hard work and determination!! Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The flour was much better this time. The decorations was done not only by me but with the &lt;s&gt;interruption&lt;/s&gt; help from Along, Mama, Huda and Kak Ngah. But I did most of it though. Ones I'm most proud of? The yellow-green ketupat and the rainbow! =) Now...I've got pre-orders form Huda and Dian. Hmm..should I make them pay? eheh...&lt;/p&gt;  Anway, today's the 4th day of Syawal which means that Ramadhan has just passed. It was a great one this year although xkuaseknah only got to break fast together towards the end of it. But I'm sure none of us will forget the days we went through especially the last 2 weeks. Well, that's because we got to satisfy our eye's desire everyday at 6:30p.m. Hahaha! Thanx to PES 1414!! I miss the char kuey teow! and air tebu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great raya this year. The best one I think since Wan's next door neighbour was no where to be seen which means no 6:00a.m guests. And also because, Abgngah is here with us after 3 years. Duit raya's collection improved! A fact I'm most happy about. Teehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"SELAMAT HARI RAYA 'AIDILFITRI, MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For things I did wrong, for jokes you can't take &amp;amp; for the advice you can't accept, 1001 apologies! &lt;/span&gt;- sincerely from the bottom of my heart~ 0-0 ne! =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeRpuWdmaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gUM-pAs8Bkc/s1600-h/DSC03535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeRpuWdmaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gUM-pAs8Bkc/s400/DSC03535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253327636353882530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Sulaimans. Raya '08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5352793227324632626?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5352793227324632626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5352793227324632626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5352793227324632626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5352793227324632626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/10/cup-cakes-and-raya.html' title='Cup-cakes and Raya!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SOeIdyBInVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cGF_wmlNI2o/s72-c/DSC03453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5998169633752218006</id><published>2008-09-24T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:45:14.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di"TAG"! - Part 4 (nana's...)</title><content type='html'>Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tags back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suke tengok pengantin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Suke makan mentos.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tak suke orang yang "akulah yg hebat" dan moody x tentu pasal.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sangat appreciate effort orang (e.g walaupon suare x sdap tp brani naek pentas) =D&lt;br /&gt;5. Sgt jarang gune pen kecuali exam. lain2 &gt; pensel.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tak suke warne hijau&lt;br /&gt;7. Suke prepare ape2 awal. coz x ske kelam kabut. kecuali buat assignmnt. huahua.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tak begitu rajin reply sms org. hee~&lt;br /&gt;9. Suke tgk orang yang klakar dan unique =D&lt;br /&gt;10. Tak suka orang yang tanye soklan yg tak perlu ditanye.&lt;br /&gt;11. Kat hostel tido cepat gilaak. Kat rumah kadang2 x tido.&lt;br /&gt;12. Suke nasi kerabu =D&lt;br /&gt;13. Tissue wajib ade dlm bag.&lt;br /&gt;14. Suke gelak.&lt;br /&gt;15. Lebih suke mendengar dr berckp =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to be tagged:&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5998169633752218006?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5998169633752218006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5998169633752218006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5998169633752218006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5998169633752218006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/09/aku-ditag-part-4-nanas.html' title='Aku di&quot;TAG&quot;! - Part 4 (nana&apos;s...)'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6335518966679643869</id><published>2008-09-17T15:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:23:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dang!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait until the raya holidays. This semester is killing me. There's just one week to go and still we've got to submit Research's proposal, Phonetics's term paper and Psychology's article. Aaaaaarrggghhh~Psycho's mid-term last night was..alskdjfhg..whatever that is. The results must be interesting. As "interesting" as G.A. I bet.Uuurrghh..wuteva~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to register our courses for the 2nd semester tomorrow. It has been 4 semesters now that Huda, Fae and I are in the same class so at the beginning of this semester, we actually thought of "breaking up" for the next one. But I guess...we just loovvvee each other very much don't we? We are inseparable. I luv u gals! Jom siapkn assignment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*patiently counting the days until TVXQ's comeback...UNDER MY SKIN~Mirotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d53aff16d261af31" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd53aff16d261af31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330131389%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D766A9084D05E7085D8FC6A4EAA25C8D83ADE8B5F.B41181DF4B1016CD1A8A03206C4EAC2A0A2CF5B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd53aff16d261af31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk_YRkPF2ui_hlJBSkUsfCmOLnkU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd53aff16d261af31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330131389%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D766A9084D05E7085D8FC6A4EAA25C8D83ADE8B5F.B41181DF4B1016CD1A8A03206C4EAC2A0A2CF5B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd53aff16d261af31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk_YRkPF2ui_hlJBSkUsfCmOLnkU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ!!! Saranghaeyoooooo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6335518966679643869?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d53aff16d261af31&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6335518966679643869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6335518966679643869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6335518966679643869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6335518966679643869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/09/dang.html' title='dang!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4600759949996785614</id><published>2008-09-06T05:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:52:47.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra 5 days mid-term holiday...eheh...</title><content type='html'>Taste buds : numb, nose : blocked, throat : sore. Sympathize me pleaaassee! Catching a cold sucks especially when you're trying to enjoy Dunkin Donuts (during Ramadhan okay! it's not like you get to eat it the whole day!) which ends up tasting like play dough and when you're trying to sip just plain water, it's like pushing a car down your throat. But, the best part is, you get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss with permission&lt;/span&gt;, G.A, Phonetics and Research altogether. Ooooh...I sense some jelousy.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much that's been going on except the expansion of my swearing vocabulary ever since the internet is not doing it's job properly which is, to entertain me by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; streaming Shinee's videos on Youtube. Oh, talking about Shinee, I had to wait from 1pm-7:30pm yesterday for Youtube to completely stream 3 videos of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shinee dating the noona thingy&lt;/span&gt;. So I only got to watch it a few minutes before praying Maghrib. The internet made me wait for 7 hours!!! for 3 7-minutes video!!! It's really asking me to prove the expansion of my swearing vocabulary but... let's all respect this holy month.  Anyway,  the noona in episode 6 is such a  b*t** (mind me..ehem..Ramadhan...Ramadhan...). When you get to spend time with young, charming, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very cuticle&lt;/span&gt; (Aiba's version of "cute") boys, you're not supposed to kill their moods and ditch Key! "Onew is funny but he's boring", honest, totally! Well, screw you! Oh, talking about being honest, there's this program on Star World called...aaahhh~ I can't recall it, but it kind of works like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who Wants to be a Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; except that, the money only increases if you tell the truth. Get what I mean? If you don't, screw you too. Haha! jk. jk. Anyway, this lady, she went on the show and ended up pushing the truth a little too far. All her deep secrets were revealed. It seems like she's purposely doing it to ditch her husband because, as a married women, you're not supposed to sleep with your ex-boyfriend and admitting it in front of your husband's face on TV which is broadcasted to the whole world! That's totally disgusting! Anyway, besides the whole world knowing the fact that she's in love with her ex-boyfriend on her wedding day, we also know how stupid she is for ditching such a hot husband. Although when hearing the truth his eyes were teary, he was still so haaawwtt~&lt;br /&gt;Well, some times truth hurts. It kills. Let's all remember that certain things are better left unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HUDA!!! HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY DEARIE!! ALL THE BEST!!! MAY ALLAH CONTINUE TO SHOWER YOU WITH HIS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND BLESSINGS!! I LUV U BEBEH! MUAAAHHHHXXX!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SMGvw3cEvHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/L8XD6hkUbD0/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SMGvw3cEvHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/L8XD6hkUbD0/s320/DSC02846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242664695286250610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(20. Finally!)&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/1116563109379285983-4600759949996785614?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4600759949996785614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4600759949996785614' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4600759949996785614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4600759949996785614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/09/extra-5-days-mid-term-holidayeheh.html' title='extra 5 days mid-term holiday...eheh...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SMGvw3cEvHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/L8XD6hkUbD0/s72-c/DSC02846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-488943855114767531</id><published>2008-09-03T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:18:18.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...a little late! I know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&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;BELATED&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;51ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MALAYSIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY RAMADHAN EVERYONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- I'm always tardy...sorry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-488943855114767531?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/488943855114767531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=488943855114767531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/488943855114767531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/488943855114767531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-late-i-know.html' title='...a little late! I know!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3085613635617415343</id><published>2008-08-29T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:34:54.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby is 20!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8b5uWAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4COfMbRSbdE/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8b5uWAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4COfMbRSbdE/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239899622308993026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(7 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I don't feel there's any difference at age 20 compared to when I was 17. Oops...Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8SZxKGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Zi6FYEj6_Ig/s1600-h/DSC00259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8SZxKGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Zi6FYEj6_Ig/s320/DSC00259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239899619759040610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm thankful for everything that has happened both good and bad throughout the 20 years of life that Allah has lend me. Thank you Mama and Babah for taking care of me with endless love and support, and thank you Along, Abangah and Paish for always being the best sibs I can ever wish for. On my 20th birthday, I pray that Allah will continue to lend me this life for another 20 years (or more...I hope...) together with His blessings and love and may He grant every living soul in this world continuous health, happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8munOoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H1Yrry2LY0k/s1600-h/DSC00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8munOoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H1Yrry2LY0k/s320/DSC00326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239899625215179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Cutting my 20th birthday cake...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3085613635617415343?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3085613635617415343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3085613635617415343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3085613635617415343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3085613635617415343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-is-20-d.html' title='The Baby is 20!! =D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfc8b5uWAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4COfMbRSbdE/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-654982496446649564</id><published>2008-08-29T18:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:11:57.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfbyvE79eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qr1thZ1efHg/s1600-h/DSC00320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfbyvE79eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qr1thZ1efHg/s320/DSC00320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239898356145976802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.was.touched. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! Thank you &lt;a href="http://pukka48.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yuukilili.blogspot.com/"&gt;Atip&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dasarangminz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huda&lt;/a&gt;, Fae, Madu and Bell!!! Although it was a little early but it was a good start for my 20th birthday! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;At one point my eyes became teary and because of that when you guys told me to make an impromptu speech, I was not able to utter anything decent nor properly say thank you for your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfbeAFpa9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ldE21iRXI7k/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfbeAFpa9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ldE21iRXI7k/s320/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897999935106002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thank you very much for remembering my birthday. Although we've just known each other, it seems like forever. We have issues. One after another. That's for sure. But we cannot deny the fact that we've bond very strong together up to the point that I feel the most attached to you girls. I was sincerely touched. Although it might be something simple as one may think, I can't put into words how happy and thankful I am.  On my 20th birthday, I pray that we'll bond even much stronger until the rest of our lives despite of all the challenges that we may come across. May Allah shower us with His continuous blessings and love. I love each and every one of you! You know that! Again, THANK YOU &lt;a href="http://xkuaseknah88.blogspot.com/"&gt;XKUASEKNAH&lt;/a&gt;, MAMA &amp;amp; BELL!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s- Thank you Dian for the lovely card! I love the lion Mimi! And I'll make full use of the "Chocolate Bar" Atip!! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-654982496446649564?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/654982496446649564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=654982496446649564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/654982496446649564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/654982496446649564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy.html' title='Happy!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLfbyvE79eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qr1thZ1efHg/s72-c/DSC00320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2457278387662686478</id><published>2008-08-24T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:45:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omedetou Along!</title><content type='html'>After 5 years of hard work, Along has been awarded (wait..lemme properly quote it..) the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bachelor of Medicine &amp;amp; Bachelor of Surgery (MBBS). &lt;/span&gt;Being there and witnessing the joy and happiness on Mama's and Babah's face was just fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIGZ2jxqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SdwMbFe_fcg/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIGZ2jxqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SdwMbFe_fcg/s320/DSC03364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238047116464735906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Babah, Along, Mama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIFyTST0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VnboU-H81ow/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIFyTST0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VnboU-H81ow/s320/DSC03355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238047105847807810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(All of us were there sharing the same happy feeling and brightly smile for the camera =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIGdi4V7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z-jiCXt-uWw/s1600-h/DSC03368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIGdi4V7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z-jiCXt-uWw/s320/DSC03368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238047117455939506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Arashi! Arashi! Oh Yeah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your courage and determination is inspiring. We are very proud of you Along! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P/s- Nak MC boley? hee~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2457278387662686478?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2457278387662686478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2457278387662686478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2457278387662686478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2457278387662686478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/omedetou-along.html' title='Omedetou Along!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLFIGZ2jxqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SdwMbFe_fcg/s72-c/DSC03364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5015241755667006680</id><published>2008-08-24T03:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:13:21.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelimat mat mat mat mat...</title><content type='html'>I missed class last Friday...Oops. So what? I've learn lots of things about Usul Fiqh than I'm supposed to and Dr. Hare certainly does not want to see my &lt;s&gt;almost-doze off-half-awaken face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;   for the consecutive time. As you can see, I've put the whatever adjectives there to describe my sleepiness. This clearly means I am having trouble with staying awake especially in those two classes. Save me pleaseee...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to CM with Ija and Hanan and after we've accomplished our mission there, we went to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBnPz3-ZZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mBGMCX4oCCI/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBnPz3-ZZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mBGMCX4oCCI/s320/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237799887952569746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(...This!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously couldn't stand the ticklish feeling those fish gave me. I could barely put my legs in for 30 seconds! So that's why you only see half of what Allah has granted me to walk on with barely lots of fish around it because most of them would end up being kicked away. It took quite some time to get used to it. Nonetheless, it was a cool experience! Highly recommended! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBnQKQLYNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/adoBnE0sCTg/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBnQKQLYNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/adoBnE0sCTg/s320/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237799893959663826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Look at Ija's face! Haha! Well, I'm having a hard time too~never believe what you see~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The highlight of the day is Ija's continuous hunt for MC's...Haha! Oooppsss... I spilled it Ija. But no one knows what actually happened. It's between us...Miahahha...&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/1116563109379285983-5015241755667006680?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5015241755667006680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5015241755667006680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5015241755667006680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5015241755667006680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/gelimat-mat-mat-mat-mat.html' title='Gelimat mat mat mat mat...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBnPz3-ZZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mBGMCX4oCCI/s72-c/DSC00944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4516898358525389462</id><published>2008-08-24T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:07:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter-Madec Championship 2008</title><content type='html'>Why I missed Chong Wei's final againts Lin Dan during the Olympic games?...&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBXsNfx5pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yr0cnS2Y9VQ/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBXsNfx5pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yr0cnS2Y9VQ/s400/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237782783680702098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Inter Mahallah Debating Championship 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I missed the whole Olympic games to be exact. I spent the whole 2 weeks in IIUM so there was really no chance of me getting even a glimpse of anything that's happening. Anyway, as it says on the tag "Subcom Welfare &amp;amp; Regist. - Fauzana", this is really my first time being involved in these kinds of things ever since I became a student of IIUM. Yeah, correct. Lazy. It was out of favour and of course anyone would be reluctant to do so since you'll be sacrificing your precious weekends but I would have regret if I decided not to take up the challenge. Everyone had issues, one after another, and things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; happen when you least expect it but I guess that's the only way you'll learn. Experiences are indeed very precious and that it's a great tool of understanding life. So thank you very much to those who've given me such a great experience and lots of unforgettable moments throughout the 3 days that we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc7DJz5yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5ONUa2X-yoQ/s1600-h/debate+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc7DJz5yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5ONUa2X-yoQ/s320/debate+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788536160380706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(While everyone was hustling around, we had our "own" tea break. hee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc7caJ1qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xtbXfd7SkmE/s1600-h/debate+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc7caJ1qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xtbXfd7SkmE/s320/debate+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788542939813538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kak Yanie &amp;amp; Kak Gee, what's with the karipap?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc7lvF2jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pWUC596LVkg/s1600-h/debate+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc7lvF2jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pWUC596LVkg/s320/debate+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788545443551794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Best known as "Welfare's office..hakhak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc6Q6Fc9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lcXlFaZCtJA/s1600-h/debate+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBc6Q6Fc9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lcXlFaZCtJA/s320/debate+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788522672649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The happy family...without the 3 akaks..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The happy family of Welfare and Registration~I miss you people!!!!&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/1116563109379285983-4516898358525389462?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4516898358525389462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4516898358525389462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4516898358525389462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4516898358525389462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/inter-madec-championship-2008.html' title='Inter-Madec Championship 2008'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SLBXsNfx5pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yr0cnS2Y9VQ/s72-c/DSC00939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4009522837094320328</id><published>2008-08-22T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:07:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Faruq and Mukhsin</title><content type='html'>Faruq and Mukhsin came back home during their break. Here's us reunited after being drifted apart for a few months! A year...to be exact. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK64OI-WwlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ABNxSRWv9Hw/s1600-h/090820081031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK64OI-WwlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ABNxSRWv9Hw/s400/090820081031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237325969745166930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Faruq's last 5 minute with us~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK65OtIAUyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O_kn8QsxUYg/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK65OtIAUyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O_kn8QsxUYg/s320/DSC00923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237327078960943906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Something is wrong with Mukhsin. Badi. Badi. Hee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for coming to see us! We will miss you guys! See you soon! Insya-Allah. =D&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/1116563109379285983-4009522837094320328?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4009522837094320328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4009522837094320328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4009522837094320328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4009522837094320328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-faruq-and-mukhsin.html' title='With Faruq and Mukhsin'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK64OI-WwlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ABNxSRWv9Hw/s72-c/090820081031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6691452055319251992</id><published>2008-08-22T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:52:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Black Crows! not Geng Gagak Hitam!!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I flipped through Harian Metro and my eyes were stuck on "Geng Gagak Hitam"...hahahaha! No-no. My bowling team has got nothing to do with it. We're Flaming Black Crows so none of us use coins to look cool. We only use coins to scratch and win. Anyway, here are some photos of us during the tournament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK6xrW3yZRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uMA6KJzJ0kI/s1600-h/l_0802c8194d8ed49d34b559a55c1c5618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK6xrW3yZRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uMA6KJzJ0kI/s400/l_0802c8194d8ed49d34b559a55c1c5618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237318775110526226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Gagak...waahhh~ Credits: Mama Marina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK604H_tdvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YwXaD0WxMWs/s1600-h/l_f7e11195acaf41e411a2a2dd9d0032df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK604H_tdvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YwXaD0WxMWs/s400/l_f7e11195acaf41e411a2a2dd9d0032df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237322292990408434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(We won! Yeay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK605Ewz1LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-Ox4lLjNXAs/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK605Ewz1LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-Ox4lLjNXAs/s400/DSC00921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237322309302473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to make it clear, none of us have got to do with Geng Gagak Hitam. I was talking to Ija and Hanan about it and we came up with lots of possibilities so I just thought I should clear things up. Just in case. Hee~ Congratulations Ija, Tebu, Achad, Shazni and Me!!&lt;br /&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/1116563109379285983-6691452055319251992?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6691452055319251992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6691452055319251992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6691452055319251992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6691452055319251992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/flaming-black-crows-not-geng-gagak.html' title='Flaming Black Crows! not Geng Gagak Hitam!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SK6xrW3yZRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uMA6KJzJ0kI/s72-c/l_0802c8194d8ed49d34b559a55c1c5618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-5810803623076998416</id><published>2008-08-09T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:59:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.I.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating as much as I want to and as much as I should because I'm too busy with things. Research especially. Anyway, I got to visit Anick again today. This time it was with Syasya, Ija, Faruq and Mukhsin. And right after we sent Faruq home, the four of us went for bowling. Mukhsin's *badi* seemed to be way too strong for me to handle because things weren't going so well for me since my turn is right after his. Tapi balingan bola no. 7 ko memang gempak la mamat. Hakhak. People are wondering why do I have to go back to gombak today. Everyone was like "bukan ahad ke?" "nape awal?"...Well, that's because I've got psycho's mid-term this monday so I need some time to straighten things up and put terms and facts in line so that I won't have to stress my brains during the exam. But! what ever happened to the supposed trip back home on a Saturday? Not happening. Hee~ I'm going to Batu Pahat tomorrow. Nothing to look forward to except OTH's dvd season 1-5. miahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still owe the gagak's picture. Will be up soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s- Have you ever said anything that you wish you can take back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-5810803623076998416?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/5810803623076998416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=5810803623076998416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5810803623076998416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/5810803623076998416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired.html' title='T.I.R.E.D'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1574217165990064820</id><published>2008-08-04T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:53:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gagak Hitam! Yeay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About 3 weeks ago Ija asked me to join her team for F.R.E.A.K.S’s bowling tournament and I was like “WTH?!”. But since she’s my bestie, I didn’t hesitate. Then I found out those in the same team were Tebu, Achad and Shazni. Never heard of Shazni? Long story cut short &gt; a senior at school. We barely had time to train so of course I was freaking out for the game. Although we won the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; place, I sucked most of the time throughout the 3 games that we had. I’m not sure what got into Tebu but he seemed to be the only one who was capable of getting 3-4 strikes and plenty of spares in one game while most of us moan at our performances. But we got the highest mark overall so that made us feel a little better. And Ija’s dream came true to actually indulge herself with the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; place’s hamper. Above all, Achad’s 3 consecutive strikes at the last minute was the highlight of the day. Thank you for that! It was my first experience to take part in a bowling competition since I don’t play it that much. It was out of favour for Ija but I was glad that it’s a good one. Congrats Gagak Hitam!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of us are going through another episode of suffocation. The main reason due to this lack of breath is Research Methodology. The fact that the online database is not working and the due date for our 10% assignment is the approaching Thursday is killing us. At the same time we’ve got to read up three-chapters of the text book and will be questioned about it tomorrow. I had Usul Fiqh’s mid-term last Friday and I’ve to do Phonetic’s homework which is also due this Thursday. Anyone, mind lending me your brain and energy? Please~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a little late but a good friend of mine, Mimi, has just lost her dearly father. Mimi bebeh, it’s inspiring to see how strong you are in facing this hard moment. Keep up the spirits okkeh! We are always here for you. Muah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, Congratulations Gagak Hitam!!!&lt;/p&gt;  *pics of the gagaks will be up in the next entry~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1574217165990064820?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1574217165990064820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1574217165990064820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1574217165990064820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1574217165990064820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/08/gagak-hitam-yeay.html' title='Gagak Hitam! Yeay!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7829075767259734684</id><published>2008-07-25T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:00:38.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysians...</title><content type='html'>I was at Giant Batu Caves a few hours ago and what’s better to see other than a fight between an old Malay woman with an old Chinese woman. Gosh. One word...&lt;strong&gt;EMBARRASSING&lt;/strong&gt;. So what actually happened? Well my mum and I were paying for the groceries at one of the counters and while we were arranging the stuffs in the trolley, we heard people yelling at each other. They were so close to us so it was pretty obvious. They were saying something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Malay Woman :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “You bayar la pakai cash! You takde duit ke?! Org beratur panjang tau! Dah lame tunggu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese Woman :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Eh! I tak suka pakai cash! Suka hati I mau pakai ape! Orang lain pun tunggu tapi takde bising! U tunggu sajelah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the Chinese woman was shouting out her words, the Malay woman was walking away, towards the exit. The surrounding was getting pretty tensed. All eyes were drawn towards them and it ended there. Oh...so I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese woman walked pass the Malay woman and the drama continued. This time, the harsh words were included with kicking and slapping and hair pulling and some other exaggerated revenge acts. All those done while both shouting at each other. Most of those who were there were stunned except for mama and me. Since we’ve encountered this kind of situation so many times, we were neither surprised nor shocked, in the slightest. Instead we continued arranging things in the trolley while listening to the cashier mumbling, “Pasal bayar pon nak gaduh. Nak cepat pegi tempat lain la.” So my mum kind of joined in with her, “Nak cepat, pegi mamak la.”...Ha. Ha. Ha. Mama can be very, very rational some times. We did not bother to wait and witness how it ended. So we went to the magazine store. While I was flipping through Hello, the Chinese women walk passed me while swearing hard at the other woman. Another... GOSH! Embarrassing! I wanted to record the whole drama and post it here so that people can see how ridiculous some Malaysians behave but since it was too embarrassing, I don’t think it’s appropriate. Try and imagine how those &lt;em&gt;“sensitive”&lt;/em&gt; people would react. &lt;em&gt;Not everyone can accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Needless to say, lots of lessons can be learnt from this whole drama. Adding on to the previous qualities we need to improve, patience and respect would best describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another one of those quotes that makes all the girls in Grammatical Analysis class THINK :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“A fellow batch mate of yours told me, “I don’t very much like my boyfriend but he’s rich”. Well, it’s a bit selfish but, why not?”&lt;/span&gt; – Dr. Hare (aaahhh...he’s just so cool and understanding =P...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-7829075767259734684?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7829075767259734684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7829075767259734684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7829075767259734684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7829075767259734684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/malaysians.html' title='Malaysians...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4042253767483858785</id><published>2008-07-24T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:14:27.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used. Sincere. Thankful.</title><content type='html'>Being used. Hmm... when someone asks for your help, do you feel like they’re using you? If they’re sincerely thankful for it, we’re not supposed to feel that way right? So is being thankful a hard thing to do? I don’t know because as far as I can remember, saying “thank you” is the best feeling one can have when uttering it. But I’ve encountered situations where I hear no “thank you” or “I owe you” or anything that sounds like it and surprisingly, it feels terrible!  We would sometimes let things slide but when it’s something so obvious, it’s rather hard to accept ne? I personally don’t need any “thank you” to make my day but it’s just a matter of being sincere in everything you do. When you help someone sincerely, you would expect them to be thankful sincerely. And when someone has helped you sincerely, they would expect you to be thankful again, sincerely. That’s how it goes right? However, being thankful is one thing, being remembered is another. As I’ve stated before, we don’t always need to hear those “thank you” (imagine the bus driver having to nod and say “sama-sama” every time one of us got off) instead, we’d be happy enough if we are remembered for it. Imagine this, a friend of yours asks for your help and without any hesitation, you help them sincerely in the hopes that when you ask for his help, he would do the same. But when the time has come that you do need his help, without even trying or without any efforts he’d simply say “No”. Ooooohhh... imagine that. Well, I don’t think I have to because I’ve gone through that. Especially in my case, it’s something for me, was crucial enough. But I guess that’s how humans behave. We can’t run from the fact that sometimes people would “use” others for their own benefit. Facing these situations is especially hard when it’s someone so close to you. Those who you thought you can trust and rely on. They say this yet they mean that. Being sincere, honest and thankful are the qualities that we need to work on. Being happy and making others feeling the same way makes our life worth living. I’m working on it. I hope everyone is too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my last post, if you are smart enough, you won’t judge it as revenge, retaliation or anything close to it. Sorry to those who felt offended by it. But it’s not something that I’ve over-generalized.  By all means, be proud of whom you are but being more fortunate than others does not mean that you can look down on other people. Life is supposed to be fair so let’s keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; Define “The best day of my life” and explain what happens when someone takes it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4042253767483858785?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4042253767483858785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4042253767483858785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4042253767483858785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4042253767483858785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/used-sincere-thankful.html' title='Used. Sincere. Thankful.'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-6590553135900414667</id><published>2008-07-21T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:05:42.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Budak Sekolah Biase"...Oh~ so I heard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the weekends I spent most of my time lecturing to my younger brother about "stop playing. start studying." As he goes to a "smart school" I'm not quite sure if I'm the right person to do so as some people would refer me as "budak sekolah biase". I get that often. Not my brother but that situation reminds me of the many people who would call me that. And as a matter of fact, I'm proud of it. Some people I know boasts about going to smart schools (names not needed mentioning) and being around people who are clever and are always scoring ridiculously high marks in exams. Where as for me, I linger around people who are so-so. Not so clever, no ridiculous high marks and what not. But what is there to boast about when your life is all about studying and studying and studying and worrying again and again about getting straight A's in exams? Since I know many people who goes to smart boarding schools, I kind of get the idea of how they go through their daily lives. But have they ever encountered situations like "Weh, jom gi lepak dulu kat medan", or "Ala, parents ko takde. Rilek ah dulu" on their way home from school? Have they ever seen school kids commit severely embarassing acts among the opposite gender? All those things that causes decay of morality within oneself? These are the things that I encounter every single day of my life for as long as I was a "budak sekolah biase". It might not be the best choice, not that I have any anyway, but it's because of all of these things that I am the person I am today. Nothing to be proud of or to boast about myself but I just want "those" people to rethink and re-evaluate themselves. It's better if you slightly be ashamed of yourselves for the lack of experiences that you have. Us, "budak sekolah biase" does not only take the responsibility of having to study hard and score in exams but also to be strong mentally in facing situations like those. That, I am proud to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I did intentionally state these for "those" who call me or us as "budak sekolah biase" but as I go through it, it's actually something that should be made available for the general, for them to know who they are and where they stand . Not pointing fingers at any particular person or group of people but I'm just hoping that we'll get the fair share of deal. Most of us still end up studying in universities pursuing our first degrees and getting our names listed on the Dean's List! Oh! And on top of that, some of us get scholarships too, if you're just wondering! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-6590553135900414667?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/6590553135900414667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=6590553135900414667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6590553135900414667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/6590553135900414667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/budak-sekolah-biaseoh-so-i-heard.html' title='&quot;Budak Sekolah Biase&quot;...Oh~ so I heard...'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4929334267943183961</id><published>2008-07-21T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:58:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles are always troublesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Your first mid-term will be on next Friday", Thanks Dr. Iman, that's a good start on Monday morning for the 3rd week of the semester. Now a semester is supposed to be 5-6 months long right? So what the **ll does "first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MID&lt;/span&gt;-term" is supposed to mean when it's just after a month? hurm...*wonder* *wonder*. Oh well, complaints does not help. I tremble and obey oh mighty master! If you're wondering, Dr. Iman or in the finals we'd be filling up the lecturer's space with "Dr. Anke Bouzenita" (unique indeed...), is teaching us Usul Fiqh for this semester. I seriously can't deny the fact that she's a very, very dedicated lecturer. Why? Well, she would always end up answering her own questions. Oooohh~ blame it on us you say? It's an 8:00 a.m class! What do you expect?! And since she can't make it to class throughout Ramadhan, we're covering the syllabus now and thank you again Dr. Iman, the bus at 8:00 p.m is just what we need. =D&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always wanted to study Psychology and Yeay! I’m able to do that this semester. Dr. Adrian Hare’s Grammatical Analysis class is just as fun as Phonetics and Phonology with Dr. Zahariah. I’m actually in a dilemma right now, stressing my brains about the majoring thingy as we need to declare it sometime very soon. I’m very interested in Linguistics but I’m better in Literature. Combinations? A little bit of both does not sound bad. Hurrrmmm...*thinking* *thinking*...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I’ve got a research paper to work on but I can’t even get the journals from the online databases for tomorrow’s class...help! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, it’s still too early to say if my happiness &lt;s&gt;and success&lt;/s&gt; will prolong for this semester, but as far as it is, the coming days are worth looking forward to! Well...except those 8:00 a.m. classes of course...tsk... T___T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite quote for the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"He is the most effeminate guy I've seen. He's more feminine than any of you. In fact, more feminine than any of you put together! His walking puts you to shame. Of course he's biologically a guy...or...a women with serious problems."&lt;/span&gt; - Dr. Hare.&lt;br /&gt;(No offense! But the 3rd and last sentence is killing me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4929334267943183961?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4929334267943183961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4929334267943183961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4929334267943183961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4929334267943183961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/titles-are-always-troublesome.html' title='Titles are always troublesome'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-2287984907062385686</id><published>2008-07-18T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:44:34.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di"Tag"- Part 3</title><content type='html'>Busy! Will update very soon! Nana's Tag first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senaraikan 5 hadiah yang anda impikan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. pakej menunaikan haji n umrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Samsung - Haptic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. extrnal hrdsk baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. jaejoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. jaejoong...hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senaraikan alasan atas pilihan anda itu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. teringin nak doa depan Ka'abah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. haptic! touch!...supaye boleh rase aura tvxq.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. nak kawen ngn jaejoong boleh?..hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara yang paling hebat pernah dilakukannya untuk anda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"nya" tuh spe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ciptaan yang paling disukai (tidak semestinya melibatkan teknologi yang maju):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Mama, Babah, Along, Bangah, paish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. kawan2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. jaejoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah perkara yang paling dibenci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;orang yg tak reti respect org lain. org yg ske jump to conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Orang yang yang mahu anda tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;x mahu lah. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nana!...sorry lambat! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-2287984907062385686?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/2287984907062385686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=2287984907062385686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2287984907062385686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/2287984907062385686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/aku-ditag-part-3.html' title='Aku di&quot;Tag&quot;- Part 3'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3431645606065495088</id><published>2008-07-06T01:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:01:10.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Mr. Happy! Welcome Mr. Stress!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sepi"&lt;/span&gt; with my mom. It was an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay"&lt;/span&gt; movie. I mean it's kind of good compared to other malay movies. Not so typical. But then again, as it's moving on the rising action, you can actually imagine the "resolution" even before it reaches it's climax. But overall, I enjoyed it. Vanidah is pure beauty and Sein is just haawwwwt. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we (usuall dorks) went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Doomsday"&lt;/span&gt;. Now, that's good. Though the killing and all was a little disgusting, nothing could stop Ija and I from praising Major Sinclair (was it? can't remember her name). She's just so cool. My ambition used to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pengetua AF"&lt;/span&gt; (excuse me..ehem..ehem) but now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"What's your ambition? What do you plan to do after this?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Major Sinclair. I wanna train hard"&lt;/span&gt;. She's just extremely cool. Achad was complaining that Ija and I were too noisy laughing while watching the movie when he does not find anything funny and humorous in it. Well, he doesn't know that both of us have our own view of the whole story. Making up endings and rearranging the character can sometimes be quite fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Korang macam tengok cerita comedy"&lt;/span&gt;. Achad, SORRY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's our last night before each of us heads back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"where we belong"&lt;/span&gt;. And that's just so sad since we'll only see each other again in like 6 months? Haaaa...but it has been an enjoyable holiday. Thanks for everything guys. I'll miss you!! Genting is calling us. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SG-2jCEOSvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjBtvcspTw4/s1600-h/060720081001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SG-2jCEOSvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjBtvcspTw4/s400/060720081001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219591206111955698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our last night~ (don't be fooled by Achad's pose. Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with Hanan and Tebu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning I went to see Auntie Liza and the whole family. Got my books! Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of me taking the shuttle bus to class every morning is haunting me since a few days ago. I've been trying hard not to complain but realistically, I'm reluctant to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"home"&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still tired from History of English Language. But it leaves me with? Hello Maryam! Hello Psychology! Hello Phonetics!&lt;br /&gt;*bangs her head on the wall crying for more holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday -over-&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/1116563109379285983-3431645606065495088?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3431645606065495088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3431645606065495088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3431645606065495088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3431645606065495088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-mr-happy-welcome-mr-stress.html' title='Bye Mr. Happy! 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Yesterday, we went to Alamanda to watch "The Incredible Hulk" (which was soooo boring~ I ended up chatting with Ija and arguing with Hazwan) but before that we had lunch at RASA. While talking+gossiping about &lt;a href="http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/06/pd.html"&gt;the hottest topic of the week&lt;/a&gt;, out of the blue the question "Jom g P.D nk? Esok." came out. And surprisingly everyone replied "Jom!". These people are weird. Didn't we JUST went to P.D  last Thursday? But we JUST looovee going there. Haha! I would have to say this 2nd trip is far...far much more fun than the one before. Why? Because there's Naim and Tony! (Besides the usual dorks &gt;&gt; Tebu+Hazwan+Hanan+Ija+Syasya). The trip was filled with TOO much noise. Haha! And of course not to forget, my new friend Achad (a friend of Tebu). However, we didn't get to go on the banana thingy and the rain was pouring down like there is no tomorrow so we only get to enjoy the beach for a little while and played beach volleyball in the rain. I never knew I could actually succeed in returning the ball! Wah! Because we were sure the rain won't stop, we headed to Achad's family apartment in Bayu Beach and got ourselves ready to go have lunch. Before the day ended, we had 2 games of bowling and the results makes me eager to kill Ija. Hehhe..dearie, jokkiiiiinnggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naim have just told me a while ago about this incident. I couldn't help myself from laughing hard at his story. He told me, "Ko tau tak tadi aku jumpe sari. Aku amek laa nak tutup bag. Skali ade pompuan dari tingkat atas jerit "Allo! Allo! Itu sari untuk orang mati! Letak Balik". Hazwan ingat pompuan tu ckp "untuk org mandi" tp aku tak nampak pon ade orang india mandi. Aku letak arr balik kat tempat die. Cemas gak la aku." Hahahahahha!!! Hahahahahahaa!! How can that be?!?! Haa...Naim. I wish you all the best for your future. Please don't waste it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't take lots of picture at P.D since it was raining heavily so to make up for it, we took it somewhere else. Where? You'll know once you look at it. Huehhehe. It's going to be quite some time before we get to see each other again. I'm going to miss you people! Study hard guys! Muaaahhhxxx! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Hazwan is off to Sabah early tomorrow morning. I was happy to see Tony and Naim after a long time. And thanx Achad for your help. It was great to know you. Off to Kota Kemuning tomorrow with Ija. *I really want to hangout with Sadid. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz4zpeCDqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kqk1dI2s0BY/s1600-h/DSC03272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz4zpeCDqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kqk1dI2s0BY/s400/DSC03272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218819634404396706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The car ride with these two clowns (Ija and Naim) was hilarious! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz6XBh1_jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J2XBLncLNbg/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz6XBh1_jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J2XBLncLNbg/s400/DSC03279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218821341669883442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L-R : Achad,Syasya, Hazwan, Ija, Tebu, Moi, Naim, Tony&lt;br /&gt;Bottom : Hanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz4z_0NJFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Tz9GUso9t0k/s1600-h/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz4z_0NJFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Tz9GUso9t0k/s400/DSC03274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218819640402977874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't wait for our next trip!! We've still got that Banana to ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-p.s/ Malin have just told me she's leaving for Australia end of this month. I'm sad. I'll miss her. Take care bebeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3362899981193277524?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3362899981193277524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3362899981193277524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3362899981193277524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3362899981193277524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/2nd-trip.html' title='2nd Trip!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGz4zpeCDqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kqk1dI2s0BY/s72-c/DSC03272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-7700474625125238732</id><published>2008-07-01T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:56:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-Box Ria!!</title><content type='html'>Right after the &lt;a href="http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations.html"&gt;engagement&lt;/a&gt;, we got ready for AbgNgah's so-called farewell party. I'm not sure why WE were there since we had nothing to do with it. But since his big boss a.k.a "Abg Daud" (mind you. he's kind of famous among single and frustrated women. his existence in mind comes to rescue-reminding these women that there is still a desperate guy just as frustrated as they are. huehehe. No offence!) invited us. So we headed to Red-Box Pavillion-B.B. The interior design was okay, though a little dark. The blend of black and red with fancy shaped chairs and those shiny balls like the christmas ball decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0Ty8v9vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tjF3IvjiDd4/s1600-h/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0Ty8v9vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tjF3IvjiDd4/s400/DSC03252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218040632960874226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red-Box Plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0UsgGGdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PBt7a627-zc/s1600-h/DSC03255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0UsgGGdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PBt7a627-zc/s400/DSC03255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218040648409946578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room we were in (can't remember the name) was equipped with 100% black furniture and decorations. So there, go imagine yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind...I'll help you out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0U5RVMVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fFYIGXCj1eU/s1600-h/DSC03224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0U5RVMVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fFYIGXCj1eU/s400/DSC03224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218040651837682002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's got a name but i can't recall it. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had dinner (buffet-like) that we indulge ourselves into. Sheessshh... no wonder I'm not loosing any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo2YO9qkqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GFctz5RZe-w/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo2YO9qkqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GFctz5RZe-w/s400/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218042908223640226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hud is drooling. i know. hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were making ourselves comfortable to enjoy the night, number of songs were sung by a few unqualified singers of ADAZA Sdn. Bhd. They sure do have that off-tune ability ne? Did I get to show MY SKILLS?? miahahhahhaha. Let's stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo3Yy_NCQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HqgZxOEbiCE/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo3Yy_NCQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HqgZxOEbiCE/s400/DSC03232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218044017405397250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cameraman do you have any grudge against me?! Neway, that's grape juice you see there. One for the album!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo3ZdCOvDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-Y1Gpj8jl80/s1600-h/DSC03245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo3ZdCOvDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-Y1Gpj8jl80/s400/DSC03245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218044028692380722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and...another one! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's my first time to Red-Box so please bear with my over-excitement. But don't you think I'm doing them a favor by promoting how cool this place is and how beautiful it looks? hmm.. free entrance Mr. Red-Box?? hee~&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/1116563109379285983-7700474625125238732?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/7700474625125238732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=7700474625125238732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7700474625125238732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/7700474625125238732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-box-ria.html' title='Red-Box Ria!!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGo0Ty8v9vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tjF3IvjiDd4/s72-c/DSC03252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-9098892113612774146</id><published>2008-07-01T02:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:34:57.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>Although it was done in a simple manner it was still "MERIAH!" since it's the first in the family. Congratulations Abg Fairuz &amp;amp; Kak Zura on your engagement! I had to carry one of the hadiah@hantaran. And I would definitely say that it was the hardest to "look after" among the rest. Because it was a specially-made cake, I had to make sure that it does not go out of shape. Yeay! Mission accomplished! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkiM7qwEeI/AAAAAAAAACk/UqrbDqwlCrQ/s1600-h/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkiM7qwEeI/AAAAAAAAACk/UqrbDqwlCrQ/s400/DSC03191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217739248856207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our rombongan-"menyunting bunga di taman" (hakhak. excuse my dad. he's a little conservative.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkj_pbMJQI/AAAAAAAAACs/DOeJ0TdWFQQ/s1600-h/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkj_pbMJQI/AAAAAAAAACs/DOeJ0TdWFQQ/s400/DSC03198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217741219644056834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mak Ngah approving the future daughter in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkj_-xLW3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uFfPGGSy630/s1600-h/DSC03208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkj_-xLW3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uFfPGGSy630/s400/DSC03208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217741225373424498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama laid her creativity for the sirih-junjung. Comel kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkkjji6kjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4WFOVIGDmXU/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkkjji6kjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4WFOVIGDmXU/s400/DSC03211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217741836541137458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who's next??..MIAHAHHAHAHAA~ ooops. excuse me. ehem.. =D&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/1116563109379285983-9098892113612774146?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/9098892113612774146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=9098892113612774146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/9098892113612774146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/9098892113612774146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkiM7qwEeI/AAAAAAAAACk/UqrbDqwlCrQ/s72-c/DSC03191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-1625035175527023657</id><published>2008-06-30T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:44:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.D!</title><content type='html'>Yeay! I can finally find some time to update things here. Have been very busy lately so I'll try and do a post-marathon. So last Wednesday, I finally got to meet up with HADIS. It's been almost a year and a half since the last time we met each other. But unfortunately Anik couldn't make it so there was only 4 of us. Nevertheless we had a blast-although we spent most of the time searching for Ija's stuff. What stuff? Her shorts for going to the beach! Why beach?! Because...well, it was actually a last minute plan. The four of us decided to go to Port Dickson but we couldn't find the right time where all of us can go since Inda is going back to her college this Wednesday. So the only time we had was the very next day. And we did! But it wasn't JUST us four, six other noisy bunch of guys tagged along. We told them there was only one space left in the car, they ended up driving 2 of their own. Since we haven't seen each other for quite some time, we didn't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was personally excited to see one of them since we were very good friends. And so I thought. It's frustrating to see how much one can change when it's not for the better. I thought it was only me, but such sour faces can be seen through Ija's and Syasya's glare. "Aku lebih rela pilih kawan daripade awek"..haha! Well, no comment! We were all saddened by *that* incident but it's your choice anyway. I miss talking to you buddy! All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We just had to close our eyes and shut our ears when it comes to that dear friend of mine. Although we were a little disturbed, we still had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkLzuaqcCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SxB_Pk_yn2Q/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkLzuaqcCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SxB_Pk_yn2Q/s320/DSC03167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217714626546528290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tebu's keropok was no where to be seen after this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkL0XJbRUI/AAAAAAAAACc/UndxQ3IAhCs/s1600-h/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkL0XJbRUI/AAAAAAAAACc/UndxQ3IAhCs/s320/DSC03157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217714637480084802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top (L-R) : Epul, Hanan, Syasya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom (L-R) : Moi, Inda, Ija &amp;amp; Tebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkKm4v0OBI/AAAAAAAAACE/h3sSsq2R2MI/s1600-h/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkKm4v0OBI/AAAAAAAAACE/h3sSsq2R2MI/s320/DSC03155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217713306469677074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunglasses : Buy 1 Free 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkKurgongI/AAAAAAAAACM/fQh9KcpnCGI/s1600-h/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkKurgongI/AAAAAAAAACM/fQh9KcpnCGI/s320/DSC03153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217713440355294722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Hazwan, our dedicated 5 Sigma 4 class rep. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ija and I are planning a trip to Sabah with Hazwan! Yeay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-1625035175527023657?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/1625035175527023657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=1625035175527023657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1625035175527023657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/1625035175527023657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/06/pd.html' title='P.D!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SGkLzuaqcCI/AAAAAAAAACU/SxB_Pk_yn2Q/s72-c/DSC03167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-4398650694926458831</id><published>2008-06-23T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:52:55.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atip's Special Request!</title><content type='html'>Minna-san genki deshitaka?&lt;br /&gt;Hisashiburi desu ne... (Is that correct? Blame Yunho if it's not. teehee~)&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention of posting anything up since I have not been productive (both actions and thoughts) throughout these 5 days-ever since the holidays started. But Atip have asked me to do this particular quiz and post up the results. Because "I care most about &lt;b&gt;Atip&lt;/b&gt;", I will do as she please. Atip, here are the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You must tell&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; people about this game in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; days in order to make your wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jae Joong&lt;/span&gt; is the one that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hyun Joong&lt;/span&gt; is one you like but can't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care most about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Atip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt; is the one who knows you very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt; is your lucky star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;True&lt;/span&gt; is the song that matches with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jae Joong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Incomplete&lt;/span&gt; is the song for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hyun Joong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wait For You&lt;/span&gt; is the song that tells you most about your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Back to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt; is the song telling how you feel about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it comes to JJ, nothing can get any better ne?&lt;br /&gt;(I did this only once without any forethoughts.  Geez...I'm happy with the results though lately I've been thinking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choosing dates&lt;/span&gt; with Hyun Joong. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post does not benefit people except for me. So again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*iklan...* *iklan...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-4398650694926458831?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/4398650694926458831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=4398650694926458831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4398650694926458831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/4398650694926458831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/06/atips-special-request.html' title='Atip&apos;s Special Request!'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-8378707714577256064</id><published>2008-06-18T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:50:57.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>Semester 3 -over-. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. The first day of meeting Min and Faizah (current roomates) is still clear and fresh in my mind. Geez. Time flies.  HEL's over. Drama's over. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's make "meeting" Dr.Normala and Kak Mei a history okay?&lt;/span&gt; Insya-Allah...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We'll see them again but for other courses hopefully. Well, some people succeed with intelligence and some succeed with determination. Intelligent? Doesn't sound like me. But I'm happy enough that I can categorize myself under the latter. Life sure is challenging huh? As far and as many that we've come across, there's still more to come. Ganbatte people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? There's so many things I want to do but I don't know where to start from. Mari kite mulekan dgn "Bismillah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy holidays people! I'll see you guys in 2 weeks! Muaaaaaahhhhxx! xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/s - Never in a million years that I would hear my mum say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Handsomenye...".&lt;/span&gt; Shock before my eyes, she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starring&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jae Joong&lt;/span&gt; on my laptop. So...should we choose a date? *wink* *wink*=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SFkAoSTiSTI/AAAAAAAAABg/fv2Jgumbr8o/s1600-h/z116615284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SFkAoSTiSTI/AAAAAAAAABg/fv2Jgumbr8o/s320/z116615284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213198735766604082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Yeah.. you too~ (awww!)&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/1116563109379285983-8378707714577256064?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/8378707714577256064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=8378707714577256064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8378707714577256064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/8378707714577256064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/SFkAoSTiSTI/AAAAAAAAABg/fv2Jgumbr8o/s72-c/z116615284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116563109379285983.post-3105503781544271961</id><published>2008-06-18T20:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:07:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di "TAG"- part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tag people and posts their names, then go to their blogs and leave a comment, letting them know they got tagged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 7.21pm&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Hanis Fauzana&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 2&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 8/9&lt;br /&gt;Height: 166cm&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Putrajaya&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home: Putrajaya&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: Coffee..(abg slamet maryam..cayalah!)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: mamee..xpon nasi goreng maryam..cayalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yea~&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: ocean? That’s kinda big..something smaller maybe? Yea~&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: always.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: broken someone’s bone pnah la.. =D&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: can’t remember. Penah kot..&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: doesn’t sound like me. =P&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: i don’t think i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: crowded. Mr. Xiao Yang fills up ½ of the whole space.&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: hello kitty speakers.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: ayam goreng mcd yang lazat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: yea..&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: erghhh...nightmare. X sukeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: no serious injury at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: Nope. What do you fall in love with at "first sight"?&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced with: danced? Poco-poco with mimi,atip n huda&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: mamaku sayaaaaaang..&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: HEL’s notes.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: when i lost 2kg (that’s like..when?) and when Dr. Normala showed me my final carry marks. Owh my gawd. Alhamdulillah..x terkate..&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: haa..i miss my HERO a.k.a baby Oedipus.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: dust..&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: yunho..because he wants to marry jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDOM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now:&lt;br /&gt;-no one in particular. But jaejoong stays in my mind until the day i die. Pewit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children:&lt;br /&gt;-of course...insya-Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often:&lt;br /&gt;-I hope i do. I think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;br /&gt;-No. Especially the last 3 lines of my essays. Last 10 minutes are always the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted:&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:&lt;br /&gt;-no one’s. But i don’t mind really soft ones..teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing:&lt;br /&gt;-white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;-preparing myself for drama’s slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till:&lt;br /&gt;-I graduate!! And see jj!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last:&lt;br /&gt;-haaaa...it’s been quite some time..i can’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person:&lt;br /&gt;-I think i am. I can be tho’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;-yes!!! JOE si demok..incek kure2 yg tue and ikan yg pnoh dlm aquarium..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;-no. I sleep with the laptop on..huahah..tetdo la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-answering these questions...while bearing my rumbling tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;-jump through.yes. kejar joe lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;-depends. Even if i can’t, i’ll try. i can..eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;-“too”? Well, i usually let things slide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;-mamaku sayaaaaaaaaaanggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;-i can’t even remember the last time i cried. Even if i did, I don’t think in front of anyone tho’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?&lt;br /&gt;-“have” really loved? One person i can say, i have really loved and i will always continue to love = MY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;-i lost 2 kg. Yeay! I don’t know if that’s healthy eating. I think it’s because i was bothered by HEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;-deus ex machina?? Haha! No ex’s. Have no time to waste. (ouch! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;-yea. Especially when my mum says that she’s always praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;-mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;-When huda n atip are around, i’d be loud. Bcos they’re just too fun to pick on. Hahah! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;-yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;1- enjoying grade 5 in MIS.&lt;br /&gt;2- rode on “becak” with mama..our destination? &gt;&gt; medan mall.haha.&lt;br /&gt;3- swim.swim.swim.&lt;br /&gt;4- missing my sister.&lt;br /&gt;5- basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;1- tvxq (berkenalan dgn mak mertua)&lt;br /&gt;2- shinee (brkenalan dgn anak ikan.)&lt;br /&gt;3- sleep&lt;br /&gt;4- online&lt;br /&gt;5- main dgn joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1- mammee&lt;br /&gt;2- mammee&lt;br /&gt;3- mammee&lt;br /&gt;4- mammee&lt;br /&gt;5- mammee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1- sponsor tvxq’s world tour (i have to follow la. Wajib)&lt;br /&gt;2- pg buat haji with my whole family (both immediate &amp;amp; extended)&lt;br /&gt;3- buy an aeroplane. With the pilot (besnyeee~... “ this is captain jaejoong..thank you for choosing “hanis the great” airlines”..waahhh macho nyee!) =D&lt;br /&gt;4- bagi kat masjid, oku, those in need..&lt;br /&gt;5- bmw x5, a mansion, sm entertainment (the whole thing.)-it’s kinda more than 5.sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in&lt;br /&gt;1- for 7 months - london&lt;br /&gt;2- for 3 yrs – setapak&lt;br /&gt;3- for 7 yrs – medan, indonesia&lt;br /&gt;4- for 2 yrs - selayang&lt;br /&gt;5- for 7 yrs (up ‘til today and most probably another 6 yrs) - putrajaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;1- retail assistant – Anakku Sdn. Bhd. -Alamanda Putrajaya (6 months)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- bibik- mase kak tuti balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am to tag;&lt;br /&gt;no one. =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116563109379285983-3105503781544271961?l=hanisfauzana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/feeds/3105503781544271961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116563109379285983&amp;postID=3105503781544271961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3105503781544271961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116563109379285983/posts/default/3105503781544271961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanisfauzana.blogspot.com/2008/06/aku-di-tag-part-2.html' title='Aku di &quot;TAG&quot;- part 2.'/><author><name>h.e.a.r.n.o.i.s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464831508726839365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp_Q0jCrXc0/Shu91SlsqdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9Lp__-Kj1OM/S220/tgn+hud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
