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NOW BARU BOLEH LAH NAK CREATE POST? HEH? HEH?&lt;div&gt;IM JUST GOING TO USE MY BRAND NEW BLOG FROM NOW ON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsfirzanaredzuan.blogspot.com"&gt;http://itsfirzanaredzuan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JANGAN LUPAKAN SAYA YERR &amp;lt;3 BLOG BARU LAGI KEWL N CANTIK DARIPADA  BLOG NI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EHEKX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7337760371632189233?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7337760371632189233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok-bro-aku-geram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7337760371632189233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7337760371632189233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok-bro-aku-geram.html' title='OK BRO AKU GERAM'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1899392536192972873</id><published>2011-08-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:50:27.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol, seriously guys, 12 isn't enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bAmH-nN8oHM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1899392536192972873?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1899392536192972873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/08/lol-seriously-guys-12-isnt-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1899392536192972873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1899392536192972873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/08/lol-seriously-guys-12-isnt-enough.html' title='Lol, seriously guys, 12 isn&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bAmH-nN8oHM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8205097911600693895</id><published>2011-08-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:33:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK..for now.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Selamat Berpuasa wahai saudara-saudari Islamku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my last post was like a month ago. I have been tied up with so many things. Like now, I'm having my trials. Already done with three papers. 5 more to go. Then, I spent my last week at Princecourt because Mummy had to undergo a procedure for her uterus. Last week jugak I spent my weekend at Cameron Highlands. Hehe I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in a week. Then, the weeks before that, I was just busy studying. YEKE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Prefects' Gathering too. I had to stayback like everyday in a week. But no more. No pressure on me now. I'm all eyes on PMR right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry guys, if this post would waste a few minutes in your life for being so uninformative at all. I'm trying my best to pick something beneficial to talk about O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY YES! Okay I just have one reminder for all of you, especially &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;ST MARIANS. &lt;/b&gt;All of us know that a flasher has been loitering around our school lately. If you just come to any circumstances that you actually see the dude, please make a &lt;b&gt;police report&lt;/b&gt; about it. Yes, telling the discipline teacher is good but it won't make any changes. Our discipline teachers have informed most of us to just make a report about to it. Then from there, actions can be taken. But if you have any doubts on how to do it, you can always ask the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't inform the police, this psycho would be just having the time of his life flashing his genital to public victimizing our fellow sisters (maybe you, who knows). You may think it's troublesome, but it isn't. Really. You just go to the 'Melapor' section in the office and see the officer in-charged. You just give the details &amp;amp; that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is your responsibility that these kind of people get&lt;b&gt; punished&lt;/b&gt; for their acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8205097911600693895?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8205097911600693895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-backfor-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8205097911600693895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8205097911600693895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-backfor-now.html' title='I&apos;M BACK..for now.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8073964426861242086</id><published>2011-06-07T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T05:21:53.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okay seriously guys I already had the most brilliant idea to talk about but it slipped away! Argh. I hate when this happens. The topic is related to the title but I can't ingat balik! BARU JE KOT. Haih. It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have another thing to share, it has been in my head for quite awhile. (title xde kena mengena dgn my current topic) So I guess I'll just talk about it. In order to make this idea successful, I had to ask random people a question. I decided to just ask people on Facebook IM. The question was&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What is a boyfriend/girlfriend to you?".&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Here are their answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;a boyfriend is someone who can be our bestfriend and our boyfriend at the same time . someone who listens to our problems , and give advices . he also will protect us . and most important thing is , he's sincere towards us &lt;img alt=":)" class="emote_img" height="1" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\INTEL\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" v:shapes="_x0000_i1025" width="1" /&gt;- The Legendary Atika Rosli xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;tempat kita bercerita!kdg2 bess bila ad sm0ne nehh. kdg2 myktkann HATIII!!! tp okayy lahh. xd lahh bosann. - Muhammad Noor Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;a boyfriend/girlfriend is sumone who u could depend on when &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in need or listen to you when in pain. He/she should be sumone who could protect you from danger and not take advantage on you- Fatin Najat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;hmmmm , a boyfriend . Someone that i usually turn to when I'm sad emmm , When i need him . Share secrets , And most probably , he always by my side when i need him :'D hehehe - Dinah Khairina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend is a person that we need to fill up our heart and a place where we can share happiness or sadness, and support each other, other than family. Bf/gf is not for a person to fool and use for their own benefit - Afiqah Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1206752186_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;well to me...girlfriend is a someone that u care about or love...its phase before marriage..before engagement..but the thing is..people nowadays..suka like..to "Mintak Couple"...to me that idea is kinda lame la..i mean think it this way...the word "mintak"..its like..showing ur desperation...i prefer the "mat salleh" way they dont ask "Can u be my girlfriend/boyfriend?"...they asked "WOULD u be my girlfriend/boyfriend?".. - Hilmi Afandi (I strongly support his opinion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I agree with all stated above. But it seems that a boyfriend/girlfriend is something beautiful to most of us. It all comes down to the heart. The intension. I think many of us, have misused this special thing. Like, we see people getting into a relationship that lasts less than a week. I don't have to mention those that lasts for a day. Stupid. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Break up sebab bosan. Go die lah. Bangang. Separations to me are beautiful. Well, for SOME cases. Divorce is not one of them. I know that. I mean, when people separate but they just can't get their mind straight. The feeling that you can't live without them. That's beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Honestly, I don't find it any harm if any of us teenagers get into a special relationship with another person unless it doesn't affect us negatively. Lol it adds excitement in life what :D We'll get that tingling feeling in our tummy. Tidur tak nyenyak, makan tak kenyang. But still, most of us don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Their main reason is to be cool. They think that their grade of awesomeness will add up when they got a partner. Just to be accepted in this society. Teenagers these days. And those who have sex. Haihh. It's just so wrong. SO wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, that's all that I have to say. If you're planning to be in a relationship, be serious about it and don't go breaking up after 1 day. Get to know that person better than take the second move. Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Assalamualaikum! And thanks guys for answering me! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4038869242071894229-8073964426861242086?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8073964426861242086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/06/blinded-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8073964426861242086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8073964426861242086'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1119909714819565458</id><published>2011-05-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:31:49.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world peace'/><title type='text'>It is not a world if there is no peace.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was feeling bored then I saw a link to Scott Rais' profile. Lol, I immediately decided to visit his page since I've never checked him before. I came across this video he posted on young male prostitution in Thailand. Once clicking the play button, I started tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boys are just in their adolescent years and they are out in the streets to gain money for house rents and stuff. Listening to their really sad stories, of how these old men take advantage on them. I myself was disturbed. One of the boys had over 200 clients in 3 years of prostituting, and he's like 17 years old. I really don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us whine when someone unfollows us on Twitter, complain if you don't have the latest and trendiest top in Zara, and I do sometimes get blinded by these luxuries. Kalau boleh, aku nak baju daripada Cotton On, at least ada satu lah, kalau boleh aku nak DSLR daripada camera digital biasa, I admit that, but then I fikir, what do these boys have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They definitely don't have their family to support them. They have to sell their body to earn money. I mean, they have nothing. Even one of the boys' father forced him into this shithole. I sometimes can't help myself from being such a spoiled brat, but I guess all I can do is to pray for these boys. And others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really do deserve to live a better life. They have dreams to fulfill. When I said they have nothing, there is still one thing they have in their pockets, which is their future. I definitely think they would be happy teens again if all of us hold hands and make a difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the big guys(politicians and the government) should do something to stop this. I mean, I sometimes hear politicians getting involved in this kind of stuff, not as the hero but as the villain himself. So kepada sesiapa yang berminat dalam bidang politik, janganlah terlalu leka sehingga alpa akan tujuan sebenar kalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society plays the most important role in changing the world into a better place, I guess. I mean, if the leaders can't do it, everything depends on us. Lagipun those clients semua from masyarakat-masyarakat kita juga. And everything starts from the house. Couples should really plan their life ahead if they wish to have a child. I mean, don't go making babies and make them sex slaves. That's just inhuman. InsyaAllah, one day, if I have a kid, she/he will be the happiest kid alive. Everything depends on His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of this entry is because I just want anyone of you who is reading this right now, just pause for one minute, and just pray for them. Pray for these unfortunates. We've lived life like no one's business and I reckon we should just give back something to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, those yang mengharapkan kebahagiaan orang, Allah akan membahagiakan kehidupanmu. Tak kisahlah if you're a Buddhist, Christian, Hindhu or whatever. We have our beliefs, so lets hold them tight and pray for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;May peace be upon you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHpdsZnBl50"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHpdsZnBl50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1119909714819565458?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1119909714819565458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-is-not-world-if-there-is-no-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1119909714819565458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1119909714819565458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-is-not-world-if-there-is-no-peace.html' title='It is not a world if there is no peace.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4874352952088669100</id><published>2011-05-14T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:32:25.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to make a difference.</title><content type='html'>Have any of you guys heard of 24:7? The first ever Kpop group in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr-8NmkczKA/Tc7FNJDJ_mI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2zJ2Z9F6D7U/s1600/kpop+malaysia+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr-8NmkczKA/Tc7FNJDJ_mI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2zJ2Z9F6D7U/s320/kpop+malaysia+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't hate them but I hate their freaking brilliant idea. Please do sense the sarcasm. Come on, guys? Korean Pop in Malaysia? I don't find it wrong to have an interest in something that has got everything to do with your passion. But, this? This automatically proves how uncreative and such copycats some Malaysians can be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You talk bad stuff about the music industry in Malaysia like no one's business, then you take in other country's &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;assets? Memang lah industri seni di tanah melayu tak berkembang! Suit yourself if you like Kpop music, fine. But to be a real artist, a singer specifically, you gotta make something to highlight yourself. Not just tiru macam this. Rather than mocking our local music scene, create something that'll blow the Malaysians away lah. Prove to the freaking world that Malaysia can actually do it. Orang penat sebut Malaysia boleh since lahir aku dengar sampai sekarang tak faham-faham. Don't go labeling yourself as kpop artist when you're going to see a malay song? Your product doesn't even relate to your name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you can sing, you got the talent, go for your dreams and be your own singer. Kalau lah Kpop ni kau minat sangat sampai kau sanjung tinggi-tinggi, make it as an inspiration to create something much much more better. And hina sangat ke bang-bang sekalian nak go without the kpop there. You can always be good by being yourself. You don't have to be someone else to be known if you think you really got the passion in something. And the fact that you go all crazy in behaving like Koreans. Dressing like them? HINA SANGAT DAH KE NAK JADI BANGSA MALAYSIA?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nak maju dalam hidup pun kena agung-agungkan negara lain. Artist-artist Malaysia yang nyanyi lagu bahasa inggeris pun tak adalah yang berpakaian seperti Lady Gaga, Beyonce, My Chemical Romance kah? In conclusion, be yourself, always be creative and bersama-sama kita membangunkan negara kita, tidak mengira &amp;nbsp;bidang-bidang mana-mana pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-4874352952088669100?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4874352952088669100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-time-to-make-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4874352952088669100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4874352952088669100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-time-to-make-difference.html' title='It&apos;s time to make a difference.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr-8NmkczKA/Tc7FNJDJ_mI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2zJ2Z9F6D7U/s72-c/kpop+malaysia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3221262321775955380</id><published>2011-05-12T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:36:20.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What a bright day. I could feel the warm ray on my pale skin. The blanket and pillows were all on the floor, hphmm, no wonder I was freezing the night before. Suddenly, I heard those familiar footsteps. Those light footsteps coming down the staircase. Then, I heard that voice. The voice that was always ringing in my ears since the very first day I came into this world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I took quite some time to get out of my bed. After a moment, I came out of my room. There you were in your white sleeping gown. Yes, the one with pink tiny boxes, the one that I used to wear when I was half my age right now. Everything was so quiet. I wasn't sure if it was a calm or gloomy kind of quite. The television wasn't switched on like usual. It was exceptionally odd. I just stood at my door, and I realized you were crying. I still stood there. Clueless. It was always awkward to see you crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You looked up to me and I saw that angelic face, it was glowing even though it was all soaked up. I went to you. I sat next to you. It was still silent. I didn't dare to open up my mouth. I stared into your sored eyes, and I knew it. It hit me. I knew why you were crying. You were crying because of the situation at that very second. That quiet situation. I could see that you hated it. I reluctantly wipe those tears off your face, I was still feeling a little bit awkward. All of a sudden, I felt warm. My face was getting hot. The heat was crawling up to my eyes, and I burst into tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mummy, since Abang's starting his Degree in September, InsyaAllah, and it will be super long, and since I'm finishing high school in two years time. Okay, maybe this sounds ridiculous because it's a long long way to go, but we've talked about this before right? Um, yeah, you'll be by yourself. You hate the silence, I know. But, trust me, I'll do what it takes to fill up that emptiness in you alright?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'll try to spend time with you, I'll listen to you, I'll talk to you. You know, like what we used to do together? Those mother-daughter outings, those long night chitchats. Yeah, those stuff will not end. I'll try. I'm really thankful to Allah to have a mother like you. You bring me to catch a movie if you know it's been awhile since we last watched one. Those moments when we start to dance like maniacs in your toilet. These little things. I do miss and love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I might not be the best child any mother could get, but you see, I'm trying. I love you even though I don't show it to you. I love you even I may give you the sting eye whenever you say something about me. I'm sorry if I've hurt you. I might not say it as much as I should, but I know 'sorry' isn't just a cheap word you freely use. I hope you understand me, and I know you do because you're Zelda Hassan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day, I love you with all my &amp;nbsp;heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Your daughter, Shana.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4038869242071894229-3221262321775955380?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3221262321775955380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3221262321775955380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3221262321775955380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-heart.html' title='From the heart.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-7807127438444583358</id><published>2011-04-25T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:08:44.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've grooooowwwwwn!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm having a really really bad fever right now. I can barely walk if I didn't take my meds. So, since I had to skip school and did some revision on Living Skills, I feel like rewarding myself with spending ample and ample time on blogging. And I choose to blog about my transformation. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going start when I was 10 lah eh? Standard 4. Alololo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 years old, masa tu I bajet cool je. Baru nak maju. Hohoho~ I don't really know why but I made myself hate the colour pink? I was in the phase that being a tomboy was cool. So when it was my birthday, I forced my mum to tell all of my relatives to not get me anything pink. Gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fybRjnsb2MA/TbUW5UzmuzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_x1GVFuP6_Q/s1600/1_123531428l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fybRjnsb2MA/TbUW5UzmuzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_x1GVFuP6_Q/s320/1_123531428l.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha, tak suka pink tak muka macam jambu air. Masa ni zaman Friendster, Myspace? Yes. Zaman saya masih guna bahasa rempz. You know? d@h maKaN keRrr beLumMz??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay now, let's go to the year 2007! I was standard 5, 11 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I actually dislike this particular year. Cause I made a terrible terrible mistake. I freaking cut my hair short! Hahaha. I looked like a retarded pervert. ShewiousLy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ_DTSwuxOs/TbUaSp1Tn2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/CxlfTi4m0NU/s1600/197514_1016720953658_1694151548_30349_121055_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ_DTSwuxOs/TbUaSp1Tn2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/CxlfTi4m0NU/s1600/197514_1016720953658_1694151548_30349_121055_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Told you so~ During this time of year, I left my dreams of being a tomboy and just gave up. Lol. I'm that silly. Zaman aku still bajet cool~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kk, 2008! The year of my life. UPSR. Best year. Loved every single thing about it. Zaman ni pulak aku gila-gilakan rambut berfringe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agf25nswbuQ/TbUa1bx4_-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/JjDVDsCikJQ/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agf25nswbuQ/TbUa1bx4_-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/JjDVDsCikJQ/s320/l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Iaaaaa betul. I looked horrendous. Dengan muka perasan comel. Pfft. Zaman ni pulak I tak bajet cool, but I bajet hot~ Memang hpppphm lah! Cacatz. Oh ya! Masa ni juga, I liked to take photos with my weird, crooked, duck-like lips. Yes, you know which smile. &amp;gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alirght, masuk form 1 lah now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Zaman suka pout, dah lupa Myspace &amp;amp; Friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgrO2j5E8qU/TbUcyqIideI/AAAAAAAAAvg/981Wp5wX7Ng/s1600/l+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgrO2j5E8qU/TbUcyqIideI/AAAAAAAAAvg/981Wp5wX7Ng/s1600/l+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8yIo9n86Ik/TbUdEH5-VKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/DRq4lvQZStY/s1600/1_797291801l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8yIo9n86Ik/TbUdEH5-VKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/DRq4lvQZStY/s1600/1_797291801l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxZEgyV1meE/TbUdd32ztiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LYPFsmiiZEE/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxZEgyV1meE/TbUdd32ztiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LYPFsmiiZEE/s1600/l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;:D Yes. I know. Bajet hot~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, alhamdulillah. I THINK I don't do a lot of crap as how much I did before. If you guys realized, my life revolves around my hair. If like, tak tahu gambar tu tahun berapa, tengok rambut Fir dah tahu. Lol. K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, dah penat lah. Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7807127438444583358?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7807127438444583358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-grooooowwwwwn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7807127438444583358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7807127438444583358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-grooooowwwwwn.html' title='I&apos;ve grooooowwwwwn!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fybRjnsb2MA/TbUW5UzmuzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_x1GVFuP6_Q/s72-c/1_123531428l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-886128643653062717</id><published>2011-04-23T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:15:37.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiwan dan manusia sama je kot.</title><content type='html'>So, my school just had it's Speech Day. Last Saturday kot? I had to go because I was involved in the performance. While on my way to school, it was around 6.45 in the morning. It was still dark. Then I saw this dog, it wanted to cross the road. So I asked my brother to slow down, and it crossed quickly. You could see it running lah kan? A few minutes later, we saw this random guy pulak crossing the road, taking his own sweet sweet time. Padahal kereta Waja abang aku ni laju jugak. Langsung tiada sense of alertness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah dia, rakan-rakan. Antara anjing dan mamat pun, anjing lebih bijak aku rasa. One thing that normally pisses me off is when a pedestrian crosses the road macam jalan tu bapak dia punya lah. Talah kita kasi dia jalan, boleh pandang kita lain macam pastu slow gila macam !@(!#*. Masalah doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we see haiwan-haiwan yang dibela, they are capable of pooping into the toilet bowl. Just a few weeks of training and they can berak like humans. Ni manusia, dari kecik mak bapak ajar jangan buang sampah merata-rata still tak pandai-pandai gak. Masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah. Start acting human. Buat geram je doh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-886128643653062717?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/886128643653062717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/haiwan-dan-manusia-sama-je-kot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/886128643653062717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/886128643653062717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/haiwan-dan-manusia-sama-je-kot.html' title='Haiwan dan manusia sama je kot.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6100539701291532937</id><published>2011-04-19T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:40:38.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KLCC Twin Towers Live Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Assalamualaikum everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know it's been awhile since I last blogged. I just wasn't inspired enough. I didn't want to write random and crappy things here. One thing about blogging that pisses me off is that when you get ideas, like suddenly, out of the blues, a lighted bulb appear right in front of me. I&amp;nbsp;get all excited and ecstatic but once I open up a tab, typing in blogger.com, then, the 'create a new post' is at the tip of my nose, I just go all&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So yes, that was basically what happened to me all this while. So, I've finally came up with the idea to just blog about what happened when I was going through my 'blank phase'. So here it goes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Last Friday, some of my pals and myself went to the Debate Competition Finals at SMK Kiaramas. Okay, I'm not going to brag about what I did there because obviously, I was there to listen to them debate. Oh ya, by the way, my school was in the finals. And the debaters were Nareen, Aqilla, Natalie. Okay, coming back to my point, I'm just going to share a lil something about the event because man I tell you, it's one hack of a debate. As all of us know, debating happens when there are two parties arguing on a certain matter. So there will automatically be a supporting party, and vice versa. My school was the opposition while our opponent was the government (supporting party). The 3 Musketeers from SMK I shall not say its name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They had to debate on the topic, 'Facebook is a Positive Interactive Tools for Teenagers'. Well, while the argument and debating was going on stage, we had our own little argument amongst the audiences. Hahaha, it was kind of hilarious that the fact we felt the fire burning inside us when the government was sort of being rude and insensitive to our finalists. We discussed about everyone's points and stuff. It was a really interesting and intense experience. But unfortunately, our school came as the runner up in the Sentul Zone. As what Miss Goh had quoted, it was one stinging lost. It's because all of us was really hoping for them to win. They had debated their asses off. xD Like seriously. But I guess things happen for a reason?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;To be truly honest, I was really impressed at Aqilla, Natalie and Nareen. You know why? They managed to keep their cool when they were debating. Cause I tell you, those 3 musketeers were not kitty cats. Their eyes were definitely on the prize. To me, debating is all about acting professional. Those opponents could just simply throw words at you like no one's business. And that is why those 3 St Marians have impressed me. I mean, if I were to be in their shoes, I might just have shouted and even say nasty words to those guys. They were really professional, plus they had their points. They succeeded to convince me by how they present their speech, the facts that they had and like I said, how professional they were.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, most importantly, they managed to prove to me that facebook is not a positive interactive tool for teenagers. Hahaha. I guess those judges ramai guna facebook kot. xD Honestly, one of the main reasons why I decided to write about this is because this is one thing that I would like to improve on. Not on debating, but on how I keep myself calm when problems arise. How to think properly before you say something. That something might be either useless or bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have this really bad habit on just being too frank. I just say it and assume everyone will accept it. Without me realizing (well, until now), I've actually may hurt or already hurt someone by this habit of mine. So it's actually a new goal for me. Everyone knows that a habit is one difficult thing to remove or change. So, I'll try my best to improve on my mulut laser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I've hurt any of your feelings. I just can't manage to control myself. I hope you'll pray for me to change to better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, panjang gila pulak this entry. I really you hope guys are able to reach till this part cause it was one valueless experience for me. And I hope I at least gave something in return to you guys. I'm trying my best to make this blog as a sharing experience and thoughts medium instead of a public diary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A special shout out to those debaters, and also &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Priya and Tee for being the backbone of the debate team. Congratulations you guys! You know you all deserved to win champion but yeah... You guys did amazing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4038869242071894229-3014942574492636019?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3014942574492636019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3014942574492636019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3014942574492636019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspired.html' title='Inspired?'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8569171590905867413</id><published>2011-04-03T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:28:05.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5L67hvHuESE/TZhLavw9CHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6_m6G0uRdQY/s1600/naha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5L67hvHuESE/TZhLavw9CHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6_m6G0uRdQY/s320/naha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;GIVING SOME LOVE FOR MA' FOLLOWERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*although it has just reached 36. Whatevers.&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/4038869242071894229-8569171590905867413?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8569171590905867413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/giving-some-love-for-ma-followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8569171590905867413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8569171590905867413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/giving-some-love-for-ma-followers.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5L67hvHuESE/TZhLavw9CHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6_m6G0uRdQY/s72-c/naha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8488042591773751570</id><published>2011-03-29T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T05:10:58.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/d8ObdCIUH7A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8ObdCIUH7A?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8ObdCIUH7A?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8488042591773751570?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8488042591773751570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8488042591773751570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8488042591773751570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3908720934563206134</id><published>2011-03-19T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:10:15.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudah jatuh, ditimpa tangga.</title><content type='html'>Sejujur-jujurnya kan saudara &amp;amp; saudari, aku sebenarnya geram jugak sebab sejak kebelakangan ini, kat surat khabar berlambak-lambak artikel pasal remaja yang terlibat dalam gejala-gejala yang amat tidak berfaedah. Tajuk-tajuk artikel yang cliche, "Remaja Era Ini Memalukan", "Remaja Buang Anak Tepi Longkang", "Remaja Terlibat dalam Perlumbaan Haram".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remaja, remaja, remaja. Macam lah Malaysia ni tak ada seorang pemuda pun yang bagus. You alls tak fikir macam tu ke? Don't you feel the unsatisfied feeling? Where adults just label us as 'tak guna'? Ada tu memang lah ada, yang bagus tu Alhamdulillah. Macam kakak cina yang amik arab untuk exam. Membanggakan tu. Even aku pun tak reti. But the fact is, the bad totally covers the good. Aku geram sebab tak habih-habih remaja dicop sebagai sampah masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi aku tak boleh nak nafikan, sebab ianya &lt;b&gt;betul&lt;/b&gt;. Itu yang menyedihkan tu. Bukan aku cakap aku ni dewa segala remaja. Aku ada gak lepak kat SM lepas sekolah. But to me, it's not wrong because it's after school. And bukannya aku pi joget tengah stage dengan uniform aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang hang pi ponteng sekolah dengan baju sekolah chilling dekat cyber cafe pasal. Pandai betul. Satu lagi contoh, pakai pinafore sambil memakai tudung SAMBIL menunjuk jari tengah. (sebagai contoh, aku rasa takde lah kot seteruk tu kan?) Apa faedahnya? Kau tunjuk jari hantu tu, sambil melakarkan senyuman di bibir. Tak ke contradicting tu? Some things pun aku sendiri pun tak boleh relate. Even though aku ni seorang remaja, seperti kalian juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ambil contoh yang tadi eh. Okay. Kau pakai pinafore (nampak kaki yang baru dicukur), pakai tudung (tanpa anak tudung serabai macam sakai), &amp;nbsp;menunjukkan jari tengah (dah di sisi agama pun dah mmg salah) DAN senyuman pada muka ( tak betul). Dah berapa kesalahan dah korang buat? By just taking an ordinary picture of yourself. Oh oh wait seminit, ambil gambar di SEKOLAH. Maknanya apa ye? Either kau bawak hp or camera. Come on lah, think first before you do something stupid like this lah. Pastu pada zaman facebook ni, semua benda kau nak post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF mak anda ternampak? Terkilan hati dia. WHAT IF guru kau nampak? Cikgu pun syok tgh stalk facebook orang en. WHAT IF orang curi gambar kau and post about you kat blog dia? Pemacam? Not all of them will censor your face. Some will, but what if they don't censor your name tag or school badge. Contoh sahaja. Talah dah malukan diri sendiri, then kena sound daripada pelbagai pihak. Tu aku cakap,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sudah jatuh, ditimpa tangga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ni aku bagi sebagai contoh. The things that you will affect are your parents, your school, yourself and even your religion. Fine, if you think taking those those kind of pictures are harmless, suit yourself but please don't make your religion look stupid. Without you noticing or realizing, you've made your religion look so worthless and meaningless. Please lah. Kalau kau tak berpegang kepada agama kau tu, tak payah nak memburukkan lagi. That's it. You don't believe it, back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you guys see a clearer picture right now. By doing one petty thing, it can affect every little thing. Come on, let's prove those grownups wrong. We're not useless. We are soon to be leaders of this country. Dah dah lah tu nak buat maksiat ala bagai tu semua. Aku pun nak ubah-ubah diri aku yang tak seberapa ni. InsyaAllah, with effort and His help. Everything will go just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3908720934563206134?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3908720934563206134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/sudah-jatuh-ditimpa-tangga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3908720934563206134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3908720934563206134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/sudah-jatuh-ditimpa-tangga.html' title='Sudah jatuh, ditimpa tangga.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-474434343003358326</id><published>2011-03-18T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:11:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting off steam - PMR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/yLQtvs0rVa8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLQtvs0rVa8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLQtvs0rVa8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-474434343003358326?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/474434343003358326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/letting-off-steam-pmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/474434343003358326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/474434343003358326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/letting-off-steam-pmr.html' title='Letting off steam - PMR'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8467790688339638755</id><published>2011-03-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T01:32:48.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisterhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>2# Book Review : Oprah Wanna Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-En2oRUNE1tE/TYMVifzHeyI/AAAAAAAAAug/rhudmoV0PIA/s1600/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-En2oRUNE1tE/TYMVifzHeyI/AAAAAAAAAug/rhudmoV0PIA/s320/book.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAH for me. Finished this really fascinating book. Nak poyo jap, I started reading this book Sunday last week? And the reason why I managed to finish this book dalam sekelip mata (ceh) is because this is a magnificent masterpiece. Do I sound like I'm exaggerating, hell no, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find everything in this book, family matters (dengan nenek datuk sekali ada, tk tipu), juvenile love stories and most importantly, sisterhood values. It may be to fantasy-ish because not even for a second those characters have ever fought with each other, but still, we could take it as an example for our relationship between our girlfwens, kan? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if nak pinjam, tell me. Trust me, you'll never ever regret reading this book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8467790688339638755?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8467790688339638755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-book-review-oprah-wanna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8467790688339638755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8467790688339638755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-book-review-oprah-wanna-be.html' title='2# Book Review : Oprah Wanna Be'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-En2oRUNE1tE/TYMVifzHeyI/AAAAAAAAAug/rhudmoV0PIA/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3057470098112631542</id><published>2011-03-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:18:06.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of mind from a friend of mine :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I have a friend, her name is Firzana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;She so hot like she sittin on a sauna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Her momma so cool like she flyin on a G6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;And Fir's flying on it too with my REMIX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey honey you not the best cause you havent read this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But once you read this, nobody can beat this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;You make a lot of moves, and take time to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But if you kecoh with me, then I might just lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I cannot say anymoreBecause I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;What's going on your mind, about that dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish he would, just upfront with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;So you can have the bestest, that you can wish fo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;rToo bad this is life, you just have to wait or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;He might ask you what your interests are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Who you be with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Things that make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;What numbers he should dial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But again, this ain't about him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;This about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;A tribute from Ben, or maybe Benny too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;If I call you on your cellular phone, please don't freak out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Cause if you freak out then I'mma sleep out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;That crazy voice of yours, make me go 'WOW'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But too bad they aint hittin the vocals like BOOM BOOM POW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry about the diss, but that is the fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But no matter how you are, you still so perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hugs&amp;amp;Kisses for Hunny Benny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&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/4038869242071894229-3057470098112631542?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3057470098112631542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/piece-of-mind-from-friend-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3057470098112631542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3057470098112631542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/piece-of-mind-from-friend-of-mine.html' title='A piece of mind from a friend of mine :&apos;)'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6400459380926857412</id><published>2011-03-15T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:15:27.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa dan Kita</title><content type='html'>Since, it's the holidays, I have a lot of time to tengok itu dan tengok ini on facebook. And I've realized that most youths nowadays prefer using English as their communicator to others. Is that correct? Agak ah kan. The reason why I use English more than BM is because my english is a thousand times better than my BM. But kadang kala saya menggunakan juga bahasa ibunda aku. Sebagai bukti menyatakan my english is better than my bm, I got an A for english and a D for my BM for last year's exam. Tahun ini pula, I got an A for english and a C for BM. Alhamdulillah ada peningkatan. Bagi aku C tu cukup baguslah. At least my hardwork ada juga hasil dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But persoalan saya ialah, orang guna bahasa orang putih sebab nak cool? nak bajet, bak kata pemuda-pemudi era ini? To them, if you speak in English, it makes you a better person? Kau cakap bahasa Melayu tak cool. Hah, ni apa masalah? Malu sangat ke hang nak cakap bahasa nasional anda sendiri? Lebih-lebih, mereka yang berbangsa Melayu. Kalau hang memang tak tahu langsung nak bercakap menggunakan bahasa Melayu, boleh fahamlah ( kau orang Melayu, baik belajar sikit). Ni tahu, faham, fasih berkomunikasi dalam Bahasa Melayu, but tak mau sebab tak cool. Is that the new lifestyle? Being cool in whatever you do? Kau cool, kau maju, advanced. Banyak lah korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be the next A. Samad Said here. I'm just confused why some people think Bahasa Melayu is something that is embarrassing. Hmm. Fikir-fikirkanlah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6400459380926857412?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6400459380926857412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/bahasa-dan-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6400459380926857412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6400459380926857412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/bahasa-dan-kita.html' title='Bahasa dan Kita'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6063174872222739347</id><published>2011-03-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:00:07.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eOQDR5ryjUU/TX-MuVZrsiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iZn-c7QMAoM/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eOQDR5ryjUU/TX-MuVZrsiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iZn-c7QMAoM/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suka kau Rebecca.&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/4038869242071894229-6063174872222739347?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6063174872222739347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/suka-kau-rebecca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6063174872222739347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6063174872222739347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/suka-kau-rebecca.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eOQDR5ryjUU/TX-MuVZrsiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iZn-c7QMAoM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5056094443546006207</id><published>2011-03-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:31:30.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unresolved matters.</title><content type='html'>Dear friend, I guess it's just me but I kind of, sort of miss you? Cause we used to be super extremely really really close. Like no one could ever break us apart. But at the same time, we had our petty quarrels and so on. I don't even know if we were the best of friends or the worst of enemies. I really miss you, when I saw your pictures and stuff. Remembering our super childish activities after school, how you exposed us to the internet world. Hmm. I think it was a matter of maturity. We were too immature to even think right. We handled our problems really badly. So yeah. I guess that's all. I'm not putting any hope or anything, I just feel like saying this and yes, I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5056094443546006207?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5056094443546006207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/unresolved-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5056094443546006207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5056094443546006207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/unresolved-matters.html' title='Unresolved matters.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5481376507066977509</id><published>2011-03-15T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T07:45:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kh3feUQExIo/TX96N_0APRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7LCluNuNxdo/s1600/asdjfnak.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kh3feUQExIo/TX96N_0APRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7LCluNuNxdo/s320/asdjfnak.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LcdHfqM3GXA/TX96uI7UNQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATpkt77wcpU/s1600/ashfb.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LcdHfqM3GXA/TX96uI7UNQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATpkt77wcpU/s320/ashfb.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9mMTIbN6AB4/TX97Lb6I3NI/AAAAAAAAAuY/FiRxlHNwQqM/s1600/mia.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9mMTIbN6AB4/TX97Lb6I3NI/AAAAAAAAAuY/FiRxlHNwQqM/s320/mia.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5481376507066977509?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5481376507066977509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunatics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5481376507066977509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5481376507066977509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunatics.html' title='Lunatics.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kh3feUQExIo/TX96N_0APRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7LCluNuNxdo/s72-c/asdjfnak.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5103312747206025433</id><published>2011-03-14T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:26:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review : Oprah Wanna Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6_aJYWnASw0/TX4jhaNNFBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WZK8pSq7yAk/s1600/NewLangofLove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6_aJYWnASw0/TX4jhaNNFBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WZK8pSq7yAk/s320/NewLangofLove.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing like crazy. This ffffantastic book consists of two love novels. In my opinion, I enjoyed reading, 'Language of Love' which was the first one. The second story, 'Cupity' was too fairy tale-ish? So yeah. If nak pinjam, habak chik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G07c2gWEy-c/TX4jYfXTV7I/AAAAAAAAAuI/A_LYIuXdAds/s1600/6a00d83451956869e20148c7af149f970c-200wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G07c2gWEy-c/TX4jYfXTV7I/AAAAAAAAAuI/A_LYIuXdAds/s1600/6a00d83451956869e20148c7af149f970c-200wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beloved uncle gave this to me for my birthday. Baru habis. Tsktsk. I guess it's okay. Honestly, I don't like stories with too many characters. (Kerja pulak nak hapal nama orang) And this book had millions of characters. But the ending pleasantly surprised me. My prediction was wrong, it wasn't the typical 'Oh I love you &amp;amp; you love me' and because of that, I'm glad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5103312747206025433?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5103312747206025433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-review-oprah-wanna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5103312747206025433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5103312747206025433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-review-oprah-wanna-be.html' title='Book Review : Oprah Wanna Be'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6_aJYWnASw0/TX4jhaNNFBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WZK8pSq7yAk/s72-c/NewLangofLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5907566367311850874</id><published>2011-03-14T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:25:44.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehehehehehehehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-96FnXsPEBWQ/TX4W8qFq34I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hf5fy8EANNk/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="115" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-96FnXsPEBWQ/TX4W8qFq34I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hf5fy8EANNk/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This called 'takde kerja' &amp;amp; cinta yang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;agung.&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/4038869242071894229-5907566367311850874?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5907566367311850874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/hehehehehehehehehehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5907566367311850874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5907566367311850874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/hehehehehehehehehehehe.html' title='Hehehehehehehehehehehe'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-96FnXsPEBWQ/TX4W8qFq34I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hf5fy8EANNk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8435558996765882679</id><published>2011-03-14T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T03:59:02.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti-cuti Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum &lt;u&gt;y'lls&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol how do you pronounce that? Y'll? xD Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it doing everyone? It's the holidays, a short break to be more exact. As all of you know, when it's the holidays, you have nothing better to do (Pi lah belajar!), you hunt for food in your house like rats and you get some really ambitious and crazy ideas to fill up the emptiness. Buat video pi masuk youtube lah, jogging sambil kutip sampahlah ( esok aku pi jogging, aku bawak plastikk sampah amek gambar tunjuk hang), dan banyak lagi. Betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are two things I would like to try. I did actually posted a video recently on my youtube channel (zero subscribers, pathetic). It's a video of me and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1779654938"&gt;Faizah Hassan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;singing 'Sway' for our talent show back in the year 2008. I found em' in my mother's pendrive last night. And it dawned upon me to share it to the whole world (wattaa). There you go. An embarrassing moment captured on camera. Nak tengok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ItsFirFromKL"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;You gotta press it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than enjoying my life facing the laptop, I've been doing a lot of cardio exercises. (Bajet nyeew) Senang cita, aku pi jogging lah. But unfortunately, I couldn't go this evening since it rained heavily. Got really pissed. Really pissed. But teringat pesanan Ustazah Suria, "Hujan itu rahmat". Astaghfirullahalazim. But you know what, while I'm burning my fats, I'm adding em'. Cause I've been shoving chocolates in my stomach. My life is sad. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uzlEom67QhE/TX30LdCBBVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JUN8qvjZ2sc/s1600/Picture+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uzlEom67QhE/TX30LdCBBVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JUN8qvjZ2sc/s320/Picture+040.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The culprit, yet to &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I guess. Will update more later. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Alhamdulillah, found my watch back. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8435558996765882679?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8435558996765882679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuti-cuti-malaysia_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8435558996765882679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8435558996765882679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuti-cuti-malaysia_14.html' title='Cuti-cuti Malaysia'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uzlEom67QhE/TX30LdCBBVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JUN8qvjZ2sc/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8225499636834248547</id><published>2011-03-14T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T03:28:42.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f_R8QbMBLXE/TX3sQ6zODsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/w32jEvPtAEY/s1600/awww.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f_R8QbMBLXE/TX3sQ6zODsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/w32jEvPtAEY/s320/awww.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;AWWWWH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's official. They are together. Wooooo. Okay I don't really know when exactly they went public bout it but who cares. Cause a few months ago, when I was watching Melodi, they didn't like declared anything. So yeah. I read Yuna's blog daily. If you noticed, I linked her tumblr at the blogger section of my blog. You should want to check her blog out. She updates it frequently. I have so much fun reading it. Okay back to the topic! Don't you guys think they're like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay beat it if you guys think I'm a Yuna stalker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoot me for loving her! D:&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yuna! Good luck in US. Love you to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*stares at her photo on my screen*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hehehehe, just joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4038869242071894229-8225499636834248547?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8225499636834248547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/awwwwh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8225499636834248547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8225499636834248547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/awwwwh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f_R8QbMBLXE/TX3sQ6zODsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/w32jEvPtAEY/s72-c/awww.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5341496782129140174</id><published>2011-03-12T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:41:46.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk the talk</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang kan kalau aku gossip dengan my gurlfwens aku, kata tu, kata ni. To make it easier for you to imagine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First scene :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; "Si A ni, pakai tudung kat sekolah, kat luar nampak jugak lurah dada and peha gebunya,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second scene : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Si B ni, she thinks she's all that? Tolong lah, English pun merapu nak bajet kat facebook,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak teruk kan? Yes, I tend to get carried away when it comes to gossiping. Padahal diri sendiri tak tengok kan. Nak kutuk orang nombor satu. Macam diri aku ni sempurna sangatlah. Kadang-kadang when I talk about someone, aku terdengar juga bisikan-bisikan di telinga mengatakan, "You're doing it too,". Namun, ego terlalu tinggi, aku tutup telinga dan keep on spilling words of hatred about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niat nak insaf itu ada. Niat nak berubah itu ada. Niat untuk menjadi hamba Allah yang solehah itu ada. But nak bertindak itu memanglah perkara yang sukar untuk dilaksanakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, niat nak pakai tudung tu memang ada. Aku dah tanggung dosa dan pahala aku for more than 3 years dah. But mesti ada excuses and reasons. Alasan yang dah basi, "Oh, I sportsgirl, leceh kot". Nak jadikan cerita, I went for olahraga kan the other day, ramailah yang berpakaian seperti athletes antarabangsa, seluar pendek mempamerkan otot-otot yang agak mantap termasuklah aku. To me, it's easier to move with shorts than long and uncomfortable seluar sukan yang berkilat serta bising. Senang lah nak menang. Tak menang pun. Yang made me impressed and agak malu is when this particular school won a placing for a certain event and all of em' were covered. Sedap mata memandang, tudung menutup kepala, baju dan seluar longgar, and yet, they still won. Alasan tah pape kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in this world, in these for awhile-paradise, sekarang ini. Now. Memang banyak dugaan that we have to go through. Dengan facebook, dengan si Lady Gaga punya lagu. Terlalu banyak. But I think I've accepted the delights, temporary happiness in this world too much that I've forgotten the most important one. You guys tahulah, tak perlu nak aku nyatakan disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being honest and I feel like sharing my dugaaan with you guys. I'm not here to aibkan anyone including myself. I just hope that my entry this day will be a pedoman sahajalah. That's my only intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Firzana Redzuan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5341496782129140174?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5341496782129140174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5341496782129140174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5341496782129140174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-talk.html' title='Walk the talk'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1693367666614060295</id><published>2011-03-04T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:05:37.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage life lah kan,</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;MERENTAS DESA ESOK BRO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm prepared, well I hope so. I gotta start my journey once dawn breaks. Ceh. Kena rehearse senam aerobic at Metropolitan Park to guide the whole school for warming up session. I pray I won't forget the steps because it ain't just plain marching and oh lets clap our hands together. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAYA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid, youre one persuasive creature, so use all of your skills and win your aunt's heart. So that we could camwhore and make more ridiculous videos. I miss you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCHOOL AND OF COURSE &lt;u&gt;PM&lt;/u&gt; FREAKING &lt;u&gt;R&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my marks, terrible. Kadang-kadang aku fikir aku ni boleh ke dapat 8As. Macam aku rasa impian aku itu impossible doh. I sometimes feel like giving up. I don't know.. It's already March and I don't know why this week ended exceptionally fast. Kelip mata kelip sekali lagi dah Jumaat. Crazy. 214 days weyh lagi. Kawan-kawan PMRku, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;214 days&lt;/span&gt; left to kick ass weyh. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, have a fun weekend girls and boys, mostly girls I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1693367666614060295?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1693367666614060295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/desa-esok-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1693367666614060295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1693367666614060295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/desa-esok-bro.html' title='Teenage life lah kan,'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5643799428501682576</id><published>2011-03-04T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:52:29.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TRcxRi42dJw/TXEKUxEqgiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oCfJHhaeoVs/s1600/Picture+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TRcxRi42dJw/TXEKUxEqgiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oCfJHhaeoVs/s320/Picture+024.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss you little creatures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5643799428501682576?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5643799428501682576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-you-little-creatures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5643799428501682576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5643799428501682576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-you-little-creatures.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TRcxRi42dJw/TXEKUxEqgiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oCfJHhaeoVs/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8344948565234306681</id><published>2011-02-25T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:28:40.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smack on the face</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of my teachers, she was really upset with my class, but as usual 3R just didn't give a damn. One thing about her is that she nags nonstop. So most of us get annoyed when that happens. Then, suddenly she said "I never give up, you give up on yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of surprised me in a way that, wow, even we behave like little brats around her, she still has faith on us, or something like that? I don't know. I just get that idea from her. But it was not just a worthless prep talk, it was really sincere. Well, to me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really sacrificed a lot for us. Really. She was even willing to give 2 bonus points for our Maths test for those who came on Saturday class. I asked my friends from other classes and none of their teachers offered any bonus marks. Most of us just saw the negative side of her because it was too overwhelming, it totally covered her loving side? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates tend to pijak her kepala. Even myself, I got to admit. And all of us tend to forget how patient she has been with us. How generous she has been to us. She is really committed into teaching us, for our benefits, but we don't see that. Haih. I'm sorry Puan Lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8344948565234306681?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8344948565234306681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/smack-on-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8344948565234306681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8344948565234306681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/smack-on-face.html' title='A smack on the face'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1473686296389493881</id><published>2011-02-22T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:30:41.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka 1#</title><content type='html'>Ujian Intervensi is finally over for me and my fellow form 3 seperjuangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Was it okay? Yes, okaylah. Nanti aku cakap senang, kata bongkak pulak dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Was it hard? History and living skills killed me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So do you think you'll get great marks? Nope. Well, InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Belajar tak? Yang aku bangun 4 pagi tu untuk apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You studied as early as 4am yet you still had difficulties doing the tests. Betul ke belajar? ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there, I've summarized my Ujian Intervensi experiences. I really hope I get a few As. I just want to prepare myself for PMR. But I know I didn't give my best. Again, regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hohehohe. Tak polah. Bak kata senior-senior aku, Intervensi jerrrrrrrh. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Yolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxAqahh6JA/TWOBtKy__GI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YdJcMGbb0OA/s1600/Picture+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxAqahh6JA/TWOBtKy__GI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YdJcMGbb0OA/s320/Picture+096.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam sayang dan cinta daripada kamu berdua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assaalamualaikum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Picture Details : &amp;nbsp;2010, bulan 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Model : Farameswara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1473686296389493881?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1473686296389493881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/merdeka-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1473686296389493881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1473686296389493881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/merdeka-1.html' title='Merdeka 1#'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxAqahh6JA/TWOBtKy__GI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YdJcMGbb0OA/s72-c/Picture+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5789176504720127213</id><published>2011-02-22T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:02:51.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl6XC4LgZbo/TWN6tIO5PyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bzQvqPorYC0/s1600/Picture+314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl6XC4LgZbo/TWN6tIO5PyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bzQvqPorYC0/s320/Picture+314.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How do you like my new hair? I didn't really do anything to my hair except cutting it at the bottom part. I kind of ironed it, so it looks a little bit straight, but my curls will be back once I wash my hair. Just so you know, my hair feels extremely soft and baby-like because I straightened it? Gila lembut doh. Dulu rambut kerinting macam &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;dawai&lt;/span&gt;. But hey, I'm still the Girl with Curls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BAJETZzzZ GILERWH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4038869242071894229-5789176504720127213?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5789176504720127213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-you-like-my-new-hair-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5789176504720127213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5789176504720127213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-you-like-my-new-hair-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl6XC4LgZbo/TWN6tIO5PyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/bzQvqPorYC0/s72-c/Picture+314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5021601975787669858</id><published>2011-02-21T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:57:38.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks guys for making it easier for me to decide. Oh ya, thanks for making me look stupid. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5021601975787669858?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5021601975787669858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks-guys-for-making-it-easier-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5021601975787669858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5021601975787669858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks-guys-for-making-it-easier-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8214678159586995397</id><published>2011-02-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:50:15.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5'2 Superstar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/oSHSrsb4NAg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSHSrsb4NAg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSHSrsb4NAg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenang kembali superstar Malaysia. Bukan 'Siti Tudung Separuh', bukan 'Stacy Kenapa-pa-pa' tetapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allahyarham Sudirman Hj Arshad. May you rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8214678159586995397?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8214678159586995397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/52-superstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8214678159586995397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8214678159586995397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/52-superstar.html' title='5&apos;2 Superstar!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5434656325417688436</id><published>2011-02-15T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:15:10.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelakar giler kowt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oggKOx2gc68/TVqKDFrPtWI/AAAAAAAAAtk/M8g029WQoU4/s1600/tumblr_lg8gb6W8LR1qb2hv5o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oggKOx2gc68/TVqKDFrPtWI/AAAAAAAAAtk/M8g029WQoU4/s320/tumblr_lg8gb6W8LR1qb2hv5o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This really made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF4qobh2pqE/TVqKHfhdb7I/AAAAAAAAAto/vYJQW85h6s4/s1600/jb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF4qobh2pqE/TVqKHfhdb7I/AAAAAAAAAto/vYJQW85h6s4/s320/jb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sorry Mia, but I can't help it. (Laughs out loud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5434656325417688436?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5434656325417688436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/kelakar-giler-kowt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5434656325417688436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5434656325417688436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/kelakar-giler-kowt.html' title='Kelakar giler kowt.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oggKOx2gc68/TVqKDFrPtWI/AAAAAAAAAtk/M8g029WQoU4/s72-c/tumblr_lg8gb6W8LR1qb2hv5o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3702769202657522286</id><published>2011-02-12T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:46:01.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulaqah</title><content type='html'>I've always been asking for a guy best friend. You know, someone who we could talk to about everything else except gossiping like girls like to do. It's nice to hear different responds from a guy cause duh, girls and boys don't think the same way. We could call names and make fun with each other without getting all sensitive. Many girls say guy best friends definitely add spices to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I go to an all girls school, I don't really mix a lot with boys except through facebook lah of course. So, duuh I will never ever have a guy best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT A MINUTE.DERR, Aiman Shazni is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm chatting with him right now and suddenly I thought, hey, he is my best friend. He is my guy best friend. I never noticed it until we both started reminiscing about our 3 long years as internet friends. This funny dude has always been there for me. And unfortunately, I never realized that. We tell each other stuff, listen to each other's crap and we never get bored of each other. And geesh, those long chats kan, bro? I'm glad to say that I'm one lucky girl to have Aiman as my best friend. He does indeed add spices and flavours to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I'm trying to convey to you guys isn't about the benefits of having a guy best friend, no. It's about noticing and appreciating your friends. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aiman, I love you crazy, French speaking abang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3702769202657522286?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3702769202657522286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-always-been-asking-for-guy-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3702769202657522286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3702769202657522286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-always-been-asking-for-guy-best.html' title='Mulaqah'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-7148597742090259603</id><published>2011-02-12T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:04:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SDBa3Im4JU/TVbK74wPLSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/26G3pmdlOzw/s1600/michael-cera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SDBa3Im4JU/TVbK74wPLSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/26G3pmdlOzw/s320/michael-cera.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwR87ozFmEU/TVbK9gDEvNI/AAAAAAAAAtc/I8cAYw0bUmY/s1600/bigbird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwR87ozFmEU/TVbK9gDEvNI/AAAAAAAAAtc/I8cAYw0bUmY/s320/bigbird.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry dude, but I personally think you and Mr Yellow Bird here look alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just saying. But hey, you're still my fav!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7148597742090259603?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7148597742090259603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7148597742090259603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7148597742090259603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-knew.html' title='Who knew..'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SDBa3Im4JU/TVbK74wPLSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/26G3pmdlOzw/s72-c/michael-cera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-497846323444720168</id><published>2011-02-12T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:48:47.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvatore, the jacket.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLF1_8yv1xk/TVbG5uw5l_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/kxhPGqoBTFI/s1600/500full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLF1_8yv1xk/TVbG5uw5l_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/kxhPGqoBTFI/s320/500full.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby, I've read the book. The book. Of love and New York City. Perfect combination. The movie was amazing, the book, more &lt;b&gt;detailed&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Xin Jing, if you're reading this, I'm imagining you smiling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ITU JE NAK HABAK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SEKIAN KAWAN-KAWAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-497846323444720168?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/497846323444720168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/salvatore-jacket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/497846323444720168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/497846323444720168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/salvatore-jacket.html' title='Salvatore, the jacket.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLF1_8yv1xk/TVbG5uw5l_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/kxhPGqoBTFI/s72-c/500full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4323345867432271944</id><published>2011-02-03T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:56:37.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrP9tLH3LI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dxjAcJYjQso/s1600/cute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrP9tLH3LI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dxjAcJYjQso/s320/cute.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perasan comel lah kau hamster. Zzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-4323345867432271944?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4323345867432271944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/perasan-comel-lah-kau-hamster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4323345867432271944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4323345867432271944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/perasan-comel-lah-kau-hamster.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrP9tLH3LI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dxjAcJYjQso/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-209691701696453421</id><published>2011-02-03T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:09:37.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak for Chinese New Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, how was your new year celebration guys? I hope you had a blast, ya? Well, for me, I had a magnificent time. I spent my morning with Science &amp;amp; Geography? Then, got ready and off to Xin Jing's place. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that they serve Nasi Lemak &amp;amp; Roti Jala. Malay food? Hahaha. Not that I didn't like the food, I loved em'. I even went for second round. I was expecting some Chinese food or something. Xin Jing said that there were only Malay caterers available. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played with her oh so adorable hamsters. Went to her room &amp;amp; played with her sister's pink pillow. Mummy came to fetch me up an hour later. It was fun, got to hang out with Xin Jing &amp;amp; Teoh. Thanks Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Yeoh for inviting meee, and yes, Xin Jing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After my visit to her place, we went to pick up Abang at his campus. Man, I miss my big bro. It has been 3 weeks since the last time we met. Then, stopped at Masjid al-Mukkaramah at Sri Damansara. Okay, let me tell you something about this mosque, from far, it looked like a Hogwarts Mansion or something. Cantik gilaa, I tell you. I seriously forgot to amek gambar. Probably I was just too mesmerized by its beauty (ceh). Aku balik rumah, bukak blogspot, ZzzzZZzz dammmnn gurrrl. kau lupa amik gambar. -.- After asar, we ate a Dominos yang dekat dengan Papa Rich &amp;amp; McD tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Demikianlah sambutan tahun baru cina aku, walaupun aku ni bukan cina. *Perasan cina jap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall post some photos as a closure for this entry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUqs8_3AbVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dKLpbKJo-Uc/s1600/cny11+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUqs8_3AbVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dKLpbKJo-Uc/s320/cny11+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Picture of myself with me cool shades. 8}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUqyJU31NiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2l5fNAz3TB8/s1600/cny11+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUqyJU31NiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2l5fNAz3TB8/s320/cny11+007.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; FOR MY FOLLOWERS. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&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/4038869242071894229-3102749098640419420?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3102749098640419420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/though-i-only-have-32-followers-i-still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3102749098640419420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3102749098640419420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/though-i-only-have-32-followers-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3178695741906601552</id><published>2011-02-01T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:45:05.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' so fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Okay, maybe I'd listen to the teacher for the first 10 minutes then I'll just talk to Anne (HEHE). To be honest kan, I RARELY finish my homework. I was a major procrastinator. Terrible. I always do my work at the eleventh hour. But luck was on my side since I didn't get any demerit points. I'm kind of grateful that I didn't fail any of my subjects but a few of em' were at the edge of the cliff. Hahaha, fikir-fikir balik kan, aku hebat juga dapat menyiapkan segala folio aku walaupun aku banyak membuang masa di hadapan komputer riba aku. Namun begitu, jika aku meneruskan cara belajar sebegini, mustahil untuk aku berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason why I'm writing about my past is because I'm starting see the effects right now. Bad effects. Just so you know. Form 3's intervensi exam is just around the corner. It starts right after the Chinese New Year holidays. So, I've just my revision on Form 1 subjects. Like just now, I studied Geography. And you know what? I didn't manage to answer a whole lot of questions. I'm not saying that I don't know a single thing but many infos didnt seem to stick in my head. It's really a waste of time when you have to refer back to the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say that now I focus more in class. I talk less (kot), and I finish up all of my homeworks. So I guess I don't really have a major problem with Form 3. But unfortunately, Form 1&amp;amp; 2 topics are giving me trouble right now. The fact that I don't really have much time to cover up all of my PMR subjects concerns me. You may think oh banyak masa lagi lah bro, kepala hotak lu (ceh marah korang pulak en). Dengan sejarah, setiap tarikh &amp;amp; event yang happened, geo, maths semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say "Oh, aku tak ada masa ah nak belajar, banyak sangat doh kerja" But to come to think of it, I had all the time I needed to study, to complete all of my assignments. I had like a world of chances. But lumrah manusia, aku tidak menghargai apa yang aku ada. Now, I really don't have time to rest. Excluding the holidays of course. This is a really challenging test from Allah but terpaksalah. Salah aku juga. Malas untuk belajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actual objective for this entry is to buka mata para junior aku. I have really close friends from the lower forms and I truly hope that you start taking things seriously. Cause trust me, when you get to Form 3, banyak masalah akan melanda. Selain itu, aku nak lah kan blog aku ni menarik. Bukan fasal aktiviti harian aku yang membosankan sahaja. So yeah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7675741841299303923?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7675741841299303923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy-ass-punishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7675741841299303923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7675741841299303923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy-ass-punishment.html' title='A lazy ass&apos; punishment.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6278757242170583614</id><published>2011-01-31T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:59:26.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekan-tekan butang camera aku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUbXeSscmII/AAAAAAAAArg/axJnOfT4mPo/s1600/bbb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUbXeSscmII/AAAAAAAAArg/axJnOfT4mPo/s320/bbb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Randomly photographed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6278757242170583614?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6278757242170583614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/tekan-tekan-butang-camera-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6278757242170583614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6278757242170583614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/tekan-tekan-butang-camera-aku.html' title='Tekan-tekan butang camera aku.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUbXeSscmII/AAAAAAAAArg/axJnOfT4mPo/s72-c/bbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-242126016911611809</id><published>2011-01-30T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:35:52.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;30th January 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It rained the whole day. What a day to remember. This day was exceptionally calming for me. Didn't do much. Just completed my artwork, faced my laptop for the whole day, adored my cozy room. It was really nice. Sometimes we just need this kind of time just to cool off and relax. But since the tears from heaven wet our streets, I just hope there won't be news on flood here and there. I hope my plan to jog tomorrow won't be a failure because of the rain. I think one day of raining is good enough, huh? As all of you are aware of (if you read my blog often), I'm going to run for my school. So I have to start shaping up. And I really hope I walk my talk. I don't want this to be just an omong kosong. (Giggle sorang-sorang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baiklah, kawan-kawan semua. Aku akan kembali dengan isu-isu dan laporan yang lebih menarik hanya untuk kalian semua. Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-242126016911611809?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/242126016911611809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/30th-january-2011-it-rained-whole-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/242126016911611809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/242126016911611809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/30th-january-2011-it-rained-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-9177007860499812968</id><published>2011-01-30T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:21:28.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujan itu rahmat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUWBkhGOmxI/AAAAAAAAArc/OCYFOCRtI1E/s1600/y10+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUWBkhGOmxI/AAAAAAAAArc/OCYFOCRtI1E/s400/y10+094.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-9177007860499812968?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/9177007860499812968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/hujan-itu-rahmat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/9177007860499812968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/9177007860499812968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/hujan-itu-rahmat.html' title='Hujan itu rahmat.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUWBkhGOmxI/AAAAAAAAArc/OCYFOCRtI1E/s72-c/y10+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-944860412391169720</id><published>2011-01-30T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T06:57:56.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUV7_1YgtII/AAAAAAAAArY/JRi0h1l8JTA/s1600/tumblr_lfldvbvmrK1qc9kkvo1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUV7_1YgtII/AAAAAAAAArY/JRi0h1l8JTA/s320/tumblr_lfldvbvmrK1qc9kkvo1_250.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's flawless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-944860412391169720?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/944860412391169720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-flawless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/944860412391169720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/944860412391169720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-flawless.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUV7_1YgtII/AAAAAAAAArY/JRi0h1l8JTA/s72-c/tumblr_lfldvbvmrK1qc9kkvo1_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1733028917907619569</id><published>2011-01-30T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T06:17:18.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUVypQV0AAI/AAAAAAAAArU/VSCF_AcqSTU/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUVypQV0AAI/AAAAAAAAArU/VSCF_AcqSTU/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1733028917907619569?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1733028917907619569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1733028917907619569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1733028917907619569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-portrait.html' title='Self portrait'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUVypQV0AAI/AAAAAAAAArU/VSCF_AcqSTU/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2327786497685705573</id><published>2011-01-30T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:07:00.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furnitures &amp; meatballs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUU3s-M-hyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tf_mR1S1JtA/s1600/pic+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUU3s-M-hyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tf_mR1S1JtA/s320/pic+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm seriously loving this red thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I went to Ikea with ma mum to get a ledge for my cabinet. Cari punya cari, jumpa then decided to not buy it. It was really pricey, might as well get a brand new cabinet for my clothes. In the process searching for the ledge, I found this really cool drawer, it is red in colour. So I thought to myself, why not I get it to organize all of my unorganized books? And mummy said yes. So the red drawer is now in my room carrying all of my mess (mess meaning books). Thank you mummy. I really appreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I just realized that Xin Jing text messaged me. It was about her Chinese New Year open house. I'm really excited cause I'm going baybeh! Thank you besfwen sebab sudi ajak kiter! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2327786497685705573?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2327786497685705573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/furnitures-meatballs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2327786497685705573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2327786497685705573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/furnitures-meatballs.html' title='Furnitures &amp; meatballs!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUU3s-M-hyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tf_mR1S1JtA/s72-c/pic+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1200051299326022875</id><published>2011-01-29T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:03:38.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jauh Timur Pergerakan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUT-cKzIZhI/AAAAAAAAArM/hmFxu1_FglU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUT-cKzIZhI/AAAAAAAAArM/hmFxu1_FglU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dhei very kul dho dhei botak head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Far East Movement. My new obsession? Mula mula Bruno Mars, now FEM. Tamak. But come on, FEM has the coolest songs ever. And they are ASIANS. Bangga aku. Hokhok. I suggest you to listen to their song, White Flag. Pure entertainment, I tell you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Salam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1200051299326022875?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1200051299326022875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/jauh-timur-pergerakan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1200051299326022875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1200051299326022875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/jauh-timur-pergerakan.html' title='Jauh Timur Pergerakan'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUT-cKzIZhI/AAAAAAAAArM/hmFxu1_FglU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1294876780643898859</id><published>2011-01-29T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:48:35.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUPUK4kTQrI/AAAAAAAAArI/046-rqNY4BY/s1600/163073_1781910833550_1412821432_32024061_7458081_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUPUK4kTQrI/AAAAAAAAArI/046-rqNY4BY/s320/163073_1781910833550_1412821432_32024061_7458081_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look so pro. 8]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1294876780643898859?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1294876780643898859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-look-so-pro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1294876780643898859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1294876780643898859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-look-so-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUPUK4kTQrI/AAAAAAAAArI/046-rqNY4BY/s72-c/163073_1781910833550_1412821432_32024061_7458081_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5103179103168809002</id><published>2011-01-29T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:38:57.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak time</title><content type='html'>WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTC,&lt;br /&gt;Prefects' Installation,&lt;br /&gt;Belajar,&lt;br /&gt;Kerja apa tah kat sekolah,&lt;br /&gt;Olahraga,&lt;br /&gt;Tuition,&lt;br /&gt;Belajar lagi kat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALAU AKU TAK DAPAT 8A UNTUK PMR MEMANG @$#%&amp;amp; JELAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;apa khabar semua? :) So, I've been selected to join acara padang to represent ma school. Well, that means extreme exercises and jogging. I'm doing 100, 4x100, 400 &amp;amp; 4x400. I really have to step up my game. Makan semua kena control, harus hindar tidur semasa petang. So yeah. Wish me the best ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine. 5Sc1, the class that I'm taking care seriously adds colours to my life. Although diaorang bising macam apa tah (HAHA), but they're really nice people. :D Hohehohe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is the holidays, my fellow chinese friends semua gong xi gong xi, saya terperuk di rumah. Exams are right after the holidays so no play-play. Hope so. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all fr today guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5103179103168809002?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5103179103168809002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/rojak-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5103179103168809002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5103179103168809002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/rojak-time.html' title='Rojak time'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-72940315681570113</id><published>2011-01-09T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:59:24.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of mind.</title><content type='html'>Coloured papers and pencils were all scattered on the table. It seemed like a colour palette from a distance. Colours filled the plain dull table with their gift and power. Their aura owned the white table transforming it into a magnificent art. Without even trying, colours can always make a thing 'something'. And that is why I decided to change my layout. It looked blank to me, it was just plain white. So yeah. I kind of like it, well I really like it. I hope the picture doesn't really show how vain I can be. Hahaha. I hope you like the new look, fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-72940315681570113?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/72940315681570113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/72940315681570113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/72940315681570113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-mind.html' title='Change of mind.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6416760118630679573</id><published>2011-01-09T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:00:40.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I DESPERATELY NEED A NEW BACKGROUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6416760118630679573?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6416760118630679573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-desperately-need-new-background.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6416760118630679573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6416760118630679573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-desperately-need-new-background.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-331450092118425279</id><published>2011-01-08T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:23:29.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those faces.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;The cold wind woke me up. I felt it touching my skin. So tenderly. The room was silent. I was only able to listen to the sound of my fan spinning on the ceiling. That moment, I felt exceptionally calm. Stretching my body from head to toe, ahhh, such pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shana, wake up! It's already thirty minutes past six for goodness' sake girl,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Yes, never felt more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum! How are you guys? I hope you all, my fellow followers are healthy as always. So, the first week of school was nice. Met some of those same faces, catching up with each other. Introduced to new knowledges. So far, I enjoyed the lessons. Understood all of it. Alhamdulillah. Everything went very well, expected more problems to solve. Never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition? Fun as usual. The tutors there are really gifted. What I mean by gifted is that they know how to teach. I could comprehend everything that came out of their lips. I just I don't get too tired when sports practice begin because my tuition classes mostly start around 4 pm? So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud and glad to say that I didnt go online for the entire week. Hekhokhek. "Boleh juga hidup, fikir boleh mati kalau tak sentuh komputer kamu," bilang bondaku. She has really good sense of humor. ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update my blog as often as I can. Special thanks to my new followers for following me. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TSi5SaYPFiI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SDS4D5SJrSk/s1600/tumblr_leh4yd61WL1qdbbywo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TSi5SaYPFiI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SDS4D5SJrSk/s320/tumblr_leh4yd61WL1qdbbywo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-331450092118425279?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/331450092118425279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/those-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/331450092118425279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/331450092118425279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/those-faces.html' title='Those faces.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TSi5SaYPFiI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SDS4D5SJrSk/s72-c/tumblr_leh4yd61WL1qdbbywo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3500095584733286720</id><published>2011-01-01T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:08:39.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR-JOtpSKmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PrecxO9_qDw/s1600/%253D%255D+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR-JOtpSKmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PrecxO9_qDw/s320/%253D%255D+014.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but I just feel like blogging bout my mum. I find it adorable when she asks me to delete some of her photos in facebook if she doesn't look good. Hahaha. I'll try my very best for PMR ye my?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you hot mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3500095584733286720?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3500095584733286720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-why-but-i-just-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3500095584733286720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3500095584733286720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-why-but-i-just-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR-JOtpSKmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PrecxO9_qDw/s72-c/%253D%255D+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2971148306899292041</id><published>2011-01-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:00:31.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was admiring some photos captured from last year. &amp;nbsp;Then, I felt a little thing triggered in me. My heart started pounding fast &amp;amp; butterflies were having fun in my tummy. All of these feelings came to me after seeing myself in a school uniform with my white ribbon on my head. School is going to start in less than 48 hours. I'm feeling super ecstatic. I wonder what 2011 would bring to the table. Tak sabarnya. Seriously! I think I've had enough of rest &amp;amp; I'm set to be back in school. Monday morning assemblies, noisy recess moments, sports day! HOYEAH! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR9BBByh6HI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rJd6CNYqN_I/s1600/Picture+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR9BBByh6HI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rJd6CNYqN_I/s320/Picture+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2971148306899292041?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2971148306899292041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-admiring-some-photos-captured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2971148306899292041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2971148306899292041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-admiring-some-photos-captured.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR9BBByh6HI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rJd6CNYqN_I/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3966781042425311338</id><published>2011-01-01T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:12:06.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Sh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul class="chat"&gt;&lt;li class="odd 1"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;  Babe I dont think I can sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even 2"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;  Why baby? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd 1"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know. I need your boring voice to put me to sleep. Wanna tell me a story? Hehehe. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even 2"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;  Hahah, you're lucky that you're cute. How about I read you Dear John. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd 1"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;  Sounds perfect. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even "&gt; - Boy reads Dear John- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd "&gt; - 15 minutes later- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even 1"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;  *snores* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd 2"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;  Babe? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even 1"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;  *snores* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd 2"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;   Hahah, you always knock out within 15 minutes. Your snores are cute.  Babe, I really love you. I really do. Sometimes I might show that I dont  give a fuck. But I do. I never want to lose you. I know it's cheesy,  but this is how I feel. This is REAL. I know I'm not the best thing out  there, but I'm trying to be one of your best ever. Thank you babe, thank  you for choosing a messed up guy like me to be your boyfriend. Thank  you for being mine. I honestly can't see myself with anyone else but you  babe. I know I say I love you too many times, but each time I say it,  my feeling grows more &amp;amp; more for you. Thanks for listening babe.  I'll still be on the phone if you need anything. Goodnight babe &amp;amp;  sweet dreams. I won't let the bed bugs bite you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3966781042425311338?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3966781042425311338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-sht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3966781042425311338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3966781042425311338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-sht.html' title='Random Sh*t'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6383677967223610183</id><published>2010-12-31T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:16:00.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR7dnnyGvnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZyJS4HjHalo/s1600/se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="44" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR7dnnyGvnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZyJS4HjHalo/s320/se.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE REALLY SMALL EYES. ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE A GRIN ON MA' FACE. :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6383677967223610183?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6383677967223610183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-realized-that-i-have-small-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6383677967223610183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6383677967223610183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-realized-that-i-have-small-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TR7dnnyGvnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZyJS4HjHalo/s72-c/se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5405198887110548033</id><published>2010-12-31T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:23:29.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to face the music~</title><content type='html'>Resolutions for 2011? A lot. Important ones?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, PMR. That's the one thing that I'm excited yet scared about. I really have to get my head straight to be fully prepared for PMR. That means I have to focus more during classes, less facebook (Insyaallah boleh) &amp;amp; FOCUS. I need to know my priorities cause PMR is not a joke. People can say, "Oh it's just PMR" but naah, not me. It's not JUST PMR. There are just too many reasons why I have to excel for this exam. JUST TOO MANY. InsyaAllah with my determination, my wish will become into reality. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5405198887110548033?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5405198887110548033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-say-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5405198887110548033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5405198887110548033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-say-hello.html' title='Time to face the music~'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5789159807457539485</id><published>2010-12-31T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:08:18.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say byebye.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm sure that everyone will be posting about their memories during the year of 2010, resolutions &amp;amp; hopes for the year 2011. Since, everyone's doing it, I shall write my very own memoir on 2010. And aims &amp;amp; targets for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 was really a roller coaster ride for me. There were a lot of ups &amp;amp; downs. But I guess I have nothing to be sad about cause I survived it. I'm still alive, aren't I? At the beginning of 2010, my perceptions about things were way different. I never took things seriously &amp;amp; I always thought that I had nothing to worry about, but hahaha. Damn, I was wrong. Everything happening around me was no game. It includes my academics, duties, sports &amp;amp; so much more. And I haven't mentioned about friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, this year was kinda dramatic. Many cat fights &amp;nbsp;happened. It proves that I am still immature. Made tons of friends &amp;amp; lost many too. &amp;nbsp;I guess everyone changes in a matter of time huh? But I can't deny that I've had magnificent moments during school &amp;amp; at home. I'm glad that the school took time to organise events &amp;amp; competitions throughout the year. For instance, choral speaking, drama &amp;amp; choir. It was a rough ride for me &amp;amp; my classmates but we still had a blast, didn't we 2R?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, &amp;nbsp;being a prefect. A whole new experience for me, I tell you. I'm not gonna lie, it's a really tough job but I learned a whole lot of stuff, gained experience, made new peers, banyak lagi lah. So, it seems that there are many more advantages than disadvantages. I hope I'll able to see a bigger &amp;amp; clearer picture in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy to say, 2010 has been bittersweet. Many wonderful things happened &amp;amp; I'll cherish those memories forever. I'm prepared to say goodbye to my form 2 life &amp;amp; say hello to PMR. Hahaha. To those I've hurt, I'm sorry fr acting like a douschebag but I'm sure there's always a reason for how I behaved. Can't wait to venture into the tough life as a 15 year old. Wish me the luck guys. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5789159807457539485?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5789159807457539485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-say-byebye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5789159807457539485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5789159807457539485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-say-byebye.html' title='I say byebye.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-9196980709884174424</id><published>2010-12-30T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:47:38.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Pasembur &amp; Nasi Kandar!</title><content type='html'>Penang is an amazing negeri I tell you. I stepped onto Penang Island last Tuesday? And damn, I love the malls there! They literally have everything. It was seriously a pleasant surprise for me. I didn't expect to discover Topshop &amp;amp; Forever 21 there. Terkejut aku. I did some 'Visit Malaysia' activities. Went to the Snake Temple, P. Ramlee's Birth House, Padang Kota &amp;amp; my parents' university, USM. I had a great time exploring this fine state. I wish to go to Penang again in the future, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, plans for New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was thinking to go to Curve for the New Year's Eve Party since mummy allowed me to go, but then none of my friends nak pergi so plans cancelled. Then, Kak Iqa asked me if I wanted to join her for her assignment, there'll be photo shoot &amp;amp; such. In a split of seconds, I said yes. Duh, takkan nak tidur kat rumah je. So, it'll be taking place at Metropolitan Park. Can't wait! Thank youu Kak Iqa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-9196980709884174424?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/9196980709884174424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/land-of-pasembur-nasi-kandar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/9196980709884174424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/9196980709884174424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/land-of-pasembur-nasi-kandar.html' title='Land of Pasembur &amp; Nasi Kandar!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-1400068090317093010</id><published>2010-12-26T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T04:31:52.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time..</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly sorry for not updating my blog. My schedule was really busy and it is still, actually packed. So, I've been spending my whole week at the land of &amp;nbsp;leading financial centers, Singapore! I had a fantastic time while I was abroad. Gaya, my girlfriend invited me to follow her to Singapore as what I've mentioned from the previous entry. So, basically, what I did at Singapore was just shopping, shopping, oh ya, &amp;amp; shopping. We stayed over at Gaya's godparents' house at Pasir Ris. Their apartment was a really cozy &amp;amp; big. Auntie Zu &amp;amp; her lovely husband, Uncle Zubir have been really wonderful hosts. I felt very welcomed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the first day itself, we started shopping once we checked in into Auntie Zu's place. We headed for Orchard Road. The lighting &amp;amp; decorations were just pretty &amp;amp; lovely. Orchard Road is an attraction for tourists not just because of the malls that were in lines along the streets, but also because of the beautiful environment. The street is always packed with people but the cleanliness still remains excellent. You can see many trash bins along the road &amp;amp; Singaporians actually use em'. Unlike 'you know who'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard Road is filled with really, really good &amp;amp; exclusive boutiques like Prada, LV &amp;amp; many more. And their boutiques are just gigantic. Some ada dua tingkat &amp;nbsp;lagi. Memang heaven for those shopaholics lah. The best thing about Singapore is that the stores there receive their collections earlier than Malaysia &amp;amp; they have a wider range of goods. I really enjoyed shopping at Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Well, I haven't mentioned about Bugis Square. This is heaven for me. Everything sold there are exceptionally cheap &amp;amp; reasonable. Best gilaaaaaaaaaaa. You can find really high couture clothes &amp;amp; spend on em' without burning a hole in your pocket. &amp;nbsp;And you will not find any fake or copied items there in Singapore. According to Auntie Zu, the enforcement officers there are really strict so these kind of items will be confiscated. Pro tak?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I also went to Universal Studio. I was a little bit disappointed because I hoped that it will be super amazingly fun but apparently, tak fun mana pun. Many rides aren't open yet, so yeah. But I'm still glad to have the experience to go to Universal Studio. Took many pictures. No doubt, the scene there was breath taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To sum up my whole Singapore vacation, I had a whole lot of fun there with my best girl. Would like to share my greatest gratitude to Auntie Emma (Gaya's mother) for having me with em'. I'm truly grateful. And thanks Gaya. You know I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1JevRMjI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yAteCI2PVks/s1600/157095_142862025769151_100001360646600_225992_891929_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1JevRMjI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yAteCI2PVks/s320/157095_142862025769151_100001360646600_225992_891929_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1KJSn7fI/AAAAAAAAAqc/zrFturqtrdM/s1600/162984_142861399102547_100001360646600_225963_8103767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1KJSn7fI/AAAAAAAAAqc/zrFturqtrdM/s320/162984_142861399102547_100001360646600_225963_8103767_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1LNQ5-YI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hwyWJrnozBQ/s1600/163743_142862252435795_100001360646600_226001_2111340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1LNQ5-YI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hwyWJrnozBQ/s320/163743_142862252435795_100001360646600_226001_2111340_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-1400068090317093010?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1400068090317093010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1400068090317093010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/1400068090317093010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time..'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TRc1JevRMjI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yAteCI2PVks/s72-c/157095_142862025769151_100001360646600_225992_891929_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3958809562454316797</id><published>2010-12-06T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:38:01.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak bersyukur punya pasal.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started my intensive class today. Had Maths &amp;amp; English. I think I can click with my English teacher, but not with my Math teacher. She's really strict but she's not evil ke apa, I just think she is just too, too, stern. She doesn't allow eating in class, it's not school for goodness' sake. Hahaha, I sound like a spoiled brat. Hphhm, but well, it is her first day, I'll just have try to endure with her attitude.But I got to give her credit, she really can teach, like she can immediately get the answer for any questions. Pandai gila kot. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, Nadhirah is in my class too. It is a great opportunity to catch up with her cause dah lama kan tak jumpa? Goina see her tomorrow :D Okay guys Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3958809562454316797?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3958809562454316797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/tak-bersyukur-punya-pasal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3958809562454316797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3958809562454316797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/tak-bersyukur-punya-pasal.html' title='Tak bersyukur punya pasal.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8536363208482455942</id><published>2010-12-03T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:32:49.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatballs &amp; Girlfriends!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's been a very long time since I had fun like yesterday. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah, Aryana, Gaya, Aisyah, Farah, Sofea, Faii and I went to Curve yesterday. What did we do while we were at Curve? Ate meatballs, bought silly bags, laughed and made scenes, cried during a movie, talk about life and last but not least, camwhore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we made Curve into a night club, I guess, that's just who we are, as girls, TEENAGE GIRLS. Well, that's how me and my friends have fun. People may give us the stink face but we are who we are baby. xD I'm sure those old folks who think we were just annoying people must behaved the same when they were in their teens. Hahaha ya know? Laughing out loud with their big hair and gigantic spectacles? That's just normal and it's not like we went crazy ke apa. So, in my opinion, there's nothing to be fussy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I've never seen Nadhirah since we last met during Standard 6. Ain't that amazing? It was wonderful meeting my girlfriends after so long. Quite an awesome bonding time we had. The time was up and we had to go in separate ways, we left hugs and kisses on each others' cheeks and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to see Nad and Rya again soon.Okay, thanks Aisyah for  sending me home, thanks Daddy for sending me there and thanks a million  Mummy, for allowing me :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkLwlknHnI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kOtHeSlECGk/s1600/pix+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkLwlknHnI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kOtHeSlECGk/s320/pix+025.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkMJSlV-VI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gOcxoAP94KU/s1600/pix+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkMJSlV-VI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gOcxoAP94KU/s320/pix+028.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkMhZtaxtI/AAAAAAAAAqM/xDlG9b5V-B8/s1600/pix+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkMhZtaxtI/AAAAAAAAAqM/xDlG9b5V-B8/s320/pix+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkM8ZydeLI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QjhJfM9CF3Y/s1600/pix+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkM8ZydeLI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QjhJfM9CF3Y/s320/pix+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8536363208482455942?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8536363208482455942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/meatballs-girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8536363208482455942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8536363208482455942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/12/meatballs-girlfriends.html' title='Meatballs &amp; Girlfriends!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPkLwlknHnI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kOtHeSlECGk/s72-c/pix+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5012652839581175831</id><published>2010-11-30T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:19:39.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream come true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVKqh77dUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NO-hTRbWm9k/s1600/33763_1348368003830_1670234780_713120_658765_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVKqh77dUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NO-hTRbWm9k/s320/33763_1348368003830_1670234780_713120_658765_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to go on a vacation or whatever with my friends. Like, I've imagined it happening. Hahaha! We'll stay at a cheap budget hotel. Going on long walks at the beach, laughing and having fun as juveniles. It would be a fantastic experience, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that hope will soon become reality cause of that girl up there next to me. I'm going to Singapore with her. I won't be putting those exclamation marks and caps lock all of my letters cause I'll sound like a retard on facebook but what the heck, I'M EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To be true, it's my first time to Singapore and it'll be with my bestfriend. Awwwwwh :') hehehe Imma have a fckn incredible time with Gaya. Well, Mia had to be the party pooper for not joining us. She's going to Bali. It would be five times better with the frantic girl around, ya know? Thanks to Gaya's mum, FOR EVERYTHING. Okay so Gaya's plan is to shop till we drop, but I don't think so. Well, she may drop, but not me. I don't think I'm going to spend that much of money at Singapore. Cause the bloody currency is higher. Oh well, I'll just buy souvenirs and those tourists stuff :( Boo me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5012652839581175831?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5012652839581175831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5012652839581175831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5012652839581175831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true?'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVKqh77dUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NO-hTRbWm9k/s72-c/33763_1348368003830_1670234780_713120_658765_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4446335093672936032</id><published>2010-11-30T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:01:14.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Something</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life guys? I've been busy these past few days. I like being busy, especially during holidays. At least, I feel like I have something to live for. What have I been doing? Last Friday, I went to Port Dickson with my aunt and her family. I had such a wonderful bonding time with them though it was just a two day trip. And today, I went to Lynna's place to practice for this wedding reception. AND GUESS WHAT? We ATE soggy fried noodles instead of practicing. I wasn't proud of my actions, but I still had fun? I'm going to start my intensive classes at my tuition center. It'll be worse than school. I'm talking about 5 hours straight. BOOM! But I don't feel reluctant ke apa, I think it's really going to help me for PMR next year. So God bless Auntie Mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the dance practice, daddy picked me up and we decided to go to Mak Teh's place at Damansara Damai. I really enjoyed the journey cause I got to ride a bike! Well, I didnt pandu the bike, I just. Rode it. It was a first time riding a bike to a quite far destination. I'm glad I did it with daddy. I had a magnificent time with my father. It has been awhile since we last talk, so even though it was drizzling, I'm still grateful that I had the chance to catch up with my old man. Enjoyed the humble cekodok when we arrived at Mak Teh's apartment. I'll try my very best to spend time with my family on my father's side cause we don't really see each other that often. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVJK5VVC3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/r8r55DEY2O0/s1600/31367_1248314822563_1670234780_496121_6157069_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVJK5VVC3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/r8r55DEY2O0/s320/31367_1248314822563_1670234780_496121_6157069_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVJNdtYu8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/d59-grQlGYk/s1600/36730_1270961468715_1670234780_547887_1885937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVJNdtYu8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/d59-grQlGYk/s320/36730_1270961468715_1670234780_547887_1885937_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh well..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-4446335093672936032?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4446335093672936032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4446335093672936032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4446335093672936032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-something.html' title='Super Something'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TPVJK5VVC3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/r8r55DEY2O0/s72-c/31367_1248314822563_1670234780_496121_6157069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-7144443505438609816</id><published>2010-11-25T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:16:45.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>Five things that are SO right about my life, as Firzana Redzuan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the most amazing parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I have a father who is really loving and HILARIOUS. I should really be grateful to Allah even though sometimes he's annoying but some other kids might not have a caring father as most of us have. And yes, my mother. One hell of a woman, she's a true survivor. She can really change your perceptions and always look things on the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp; Amaysing friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some friends are just useless but there are still the ones who stood by my side. They know what's best for our friendship and I'll treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3.&amp;nbsp; INTERNET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to say more? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 4. Being a teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the only time to make mistakes and learn from it. So yeah. Besides, being a student is great too. Doing those extra curricular activities and study new stuff. Because when we grow older, we just don't have the time. Unless, you're not me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad and thankful that I'm born Muslim.&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;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7144443505438609816?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7144443505438609816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7144443505438609816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7144443505438609816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2587807187619853698</id><published>2010-11-25T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:58:21.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO6JA8HH5ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/Eiv9AJwyeSI/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO6JA8HH5ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/Eiv9AJwyeSI/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO6Va9qqVTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xoKAh2R3is8/s200/m.jpg" width="116" /&gt; *tertinggal:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;No I never felt like this before &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I swear it's the truth &lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you... &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long. &lt;br /&gt;Now I've finally found someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To stand by me. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2587807187619853698?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2587807187619853698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-ive-had-time-of-my-life-no-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2587807187619853698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2587807187619853698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-ive-had-time-of-my-life-no-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO6JA8HH5ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/Eiv9AJwyeSI/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-94361933941729775</id><published>2010-11-24T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:58:28.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO4I31juepI/AAAAAAAAAps/Ykexkh721XM/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO4I31juepI/AAAAAAAAAps/Ykexkh721XM/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hassans&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/4038869242071894229-94361933941729775?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/94361933941729775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hassans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/94361933941729775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/94361933941729775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hassans.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TO4I31juepI/AAAAAAAAAps/Ykexkh721XM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6566201359199754172</id><published>2010-11-24T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:15:27.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lg0hM4G3Ioc&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these past few days, I've been really hooked up to youtube. Since I have like nothing to do except studying, Hehe. After browsing through all sorts of vids, I found the guy who cried over Britney Spears, yeah Chris Crocker. So, I personally think that he's just an attention seeker. He's just making a fool out of himself. I don't give a damn about him sympathizing Britney, the fact that he dislikes women. So he's saying that gay guys have to work harder to get guys and crap. But I think he's forgetting the whole idea, if you hate women so much, WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE US? Why do you use make up? Why do you sound like a girl when you actually sound like a chicken with it's throat slaughtered. HEH. I've put on a link at the bottom, so that you guys could see the video -.- I hate you CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lg0hM4G3Ioc&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&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/4038869242071894229-6566201359199754172?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6566201359199754172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-these-past-few-days-ive-been-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6566201359199754172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6566201359199754172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-these-past-few-days-ive-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6663290155806411181</id><published>2010-11-22T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:17:53.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha! I sound so gay at my previous post. Mak aih xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6663290155806411181?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6663290155806411181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hahahahahahaha-i-sound-so-gay-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6663290155806411181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6663290155806411181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hahahahahahaha-i-sound-so-gay-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3043579616420380559</id><published>2010-11-21T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:54:43.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I've been trying my very best to always think positively and never  give up. But, I've gotta admit, I'm no Ms Perfect. Sometimes, I just  feel like covering myself in sheets so that I don't have to face  problems. Yes, I'm sounding emotional, you may leave if you don't feel  like reading. I just want to share my problems to my blog, cause it  feels good, where you don't always get responds or feedbacks whenever  you share something to someone. I just feel disabled when this problem  occurs. I really think that Allah is&lt;br /&gt;testing me, and this time, it's  real business. I feel like no one I know is dependable. Even the closest  of them all don't give a damn. I haven't cried for quite awhile, but I  find my tears pouring down my cheek every single time I think about it.  This situation I'm in is excruciatingly overwhelming. I keep finding  stuff to distract me and this is where my friends come. I hope that this  holiday won't be such a torture without my peers. I'll try my maximum  capability to catch up with em' whenever I have the time, cause I've  realized that we'll start appreciating someone once they are gone, and I  won't let that happen. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOj6LRe1lGI/AAAAAAAAApo/PhYQSUedt-U/s1600/76565_1390939468090_1670234780_787129_8339344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOj6LRe1lGI/AAAAAAAAApo/PhYQSUedt-U/s320/76565_1390939468090_1670234780_787129_8339344_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3043579616420380559?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3043579616420380559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-ive-been-trying-my-very-best-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3043579616420380559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3043579616420380559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-ive-been-trying-my-very-best-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOj6LRe1lGI/AAAAAAAAApo/PhYQSUedt-U/s72-c/76565_1390939468090_1670234780_787129_8339344_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-9188193715074754566</id><published>2010-11-21T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:23:48.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and love today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I wish ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-9188193715074754566?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/9188193715074754566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-not-afraid-of-tomorrow-for-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/9188193715074754566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/9188193715074754566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-not-afraid-of-tomorrow-for-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-374001951875357013</id><published>2010-11-19T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:23:46.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the peak!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Yellow Dirty Fellow! Okay, no offense, it rhymed, that's why I wrote it. So, I went to Pahang yesterday, and guess which part of Pahang? Mana lagi kalau bukan &lt;b&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/b&gt;! Kak Iqa, Syasya and Danish came along and it made the trip even merrier. Well, it was a one day trip and I still had a time of my life. I'm proud to say that I rode on all rides and I had a hell of a time. See Mummy, I didn't waste your money. Hehe. Just so you know guys, it rained twice on that day and we were chillaxing at this lil cafe and I had a nap! HAHA Orang lain naik rides, aku tidur. Sejuk, best. Ok. It was my lil cousins' first time at Genting, so I made them try all of the rides, but they skipped Corkscrew :P Danish went for the Space Shot and HAHAHAHA. His face, HILARIOUS. I just hope they had fun since it was their first time and thanks Mummy for bringing us. Love you gila. I don't really have much to say, I'll just post some pictures, okay? Thanks for reading guys. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOQyAQlSvnI/AAAAAAAAApA/7VzPG5GqZBo/s1600/IMG_6233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOQyAQlSvnI/AAAAAAAAApA/7VzPG5GqZBo/s320/IMG_6233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, how's it doing? How was your raya korban? My celebration was all about food. Yes, food.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated raya haji at Pak Long's house. For your information, my Pak Long's house is filled with food constantly. Nothing will run out, so you don't have to worry bout dying. Not to mention that today is Aidil Adha, memang lah banyak malay delicacies. I spent my whole day eating and laying down at Pak Long's. Terrible, isn't it? Orang beraya ni baring makan. Puppyrus gave me a pleasant surprise, I received duit raya from him, HOHO. So, that's it guys. Nothing much happened actually today. So that means less words to be writtern :) I'll just entertain u guys with photos, aite? &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3844111703122633893?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3844111703122633893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/datang-lagi-raya-ni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3844111703122633893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3844111703122633893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/datang-lagi-raya-ni.html' title='Datang lagi raya ni.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOQwGmaxy7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/gmzQg6OZMPE/s72-c/IMG_6184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2919662196593871179</id><published>2010-11-17T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T02:48:40.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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for."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7419431870666444413?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7419431870666444413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/thought-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7419431870666444413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7419431870666444413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4603847551454010033</id><published>2010-11-16T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:47:20.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tug at the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel so paper thin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;One blow from caving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under scream&lt;br /&gt;But no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to let it through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You just have to spare your time and read the lyrics. Though Katy Perry is well-known with her cheeky and revealing behavior, but I gotta give her the credit for owning a song like this. I'm on your side, Katy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I kinda like felt something in the pit of my stomach :')&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOKmlWlmhDI/AAAAAAAAAog/qUbnZn5Hf-E/s1600/katy_perry_reuters--300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOKmlWlmhDI/AAAAAAAAAog/qUbnZn5Hf-E/s1600/katy_perry_reuters--300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-4603847551454010033?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4603847551454010033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/tug-at-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4603847551454010033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4603847551454010033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/tug-at-heart.html' title='Tug at the heart'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TOKmlWlmhDI/AAAAAAAAAog/qUbnZn5Hf-E/s72-c/katy_perry_reuters--300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8494110323050968081</id><published>2010-11-15T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T01:38:58.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the 'Happy Birthday' song!</title><content type='html'>So, I've realised that I have not been updating my blog on interesting events that were going on. I'm so sorry for torturing my fellow readers with pathetic reading materials. Oh well, back to the topic. I shall karang this post as complete and interesting as possible. Since I have the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;8 November 2010 (if I'm not mistaken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So, at school, we had our normal morning assembly in the hall but towards the ending of it, Puan Faridah from I FORGOT came to give a speech on Human Trafficking. Both Pn Faridah and the topic were interesting. Puan Faridah shows her enthusiasm when she speaks and I think that is a skill that I would like to possess. I was really attracted to the topic though my bottom was about to berbunga-bunga as what Miss Goh said today. I don't get it O.o Okay so, thanks to her and the school, I'm now exposed to this kind of issues that are occurring in our daily life. Puan Faridah would always repeat and stress on the fact that this is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;global issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I always thought that trafficking was only about sex slaves but not as slaves yang betul-betul hamba abdi. So, a little reminder from me, &lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BE CAREFUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Don't get tricked easily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;13 November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefects' Farewell Party! It was definitely one hell of a party. Though we had to wait for our food and drinks for quite awhile, naah it's okay I guess. I was really being an impatient little brat. Plus selfish! I should have think about others who had to go up and down just to keep the party going. I hope this party meant something to the Form Five prefects who have been serving St Mary for years and years. Good luck guys! To sum up, I had fun catching up with other prefects and enjoying the food at Paparich, Kepong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;14 November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peak of this post! I had my 'Be A Nerd' themed party. Oh, I had a wonderful time with my nerdy and geeky girfriends. Thank you so much for making the effort to make my birthday celebration a success. I know I didn't plan any games but I hope you guys had fun playing twister and other freaky games we played. I got special gifts from each and one of em'. Thank you guys! You really made me one happy girl! I would like express my greatest gratitude my mother who has spent her week getting ready for this party. Without her, it won't happen. I may not express my appreciation towards you, I'm sorry. Thank you mummy! She has tripped over stuff, hurt her back and other old people's dilemmas but you still managed to make your lil baby happy. I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope I've entertained you loyal readers. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8494110323050968081?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8494110323050968081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/play-happy-birthday-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8494110323050968081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8494110323050968081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/play-happy-birthday-song.html' title='Play the &apos;Happy Birthday&apos; song!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4618523134997770556</id><published>2010-11-12T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T05:41:54.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blessing in disguise</title><content type='html'>I attended this seminar at SMK Cheras for Sejarah. Kaveeta, Adlinur and myself were the representatives from our school. Pn Normala from SMK Wangsa Melawati and En Rosle from SMK Danau Kota were the speakers for the two days seminar. So, at first, Pn Normala was super strict. She started her talk with a really scary expression and she couldn't stop stressing on the fact that she is going to question us. Then she kept on freaking me out. Everyone else was too. My neighbour pun sama. Oh ya, I kenal a new friend from Bangsar, Amirah. Really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the tense in the hall was going without me noticing. I found myself having fun, like laughing and I wasnt haha scared anymore. She's really a great teacher, she knows what she's talking about. And she makes&amp;nbsp; A LOT of jokes. Some lawak bodoh jugak lah. Then after Pn Normala ended, datanglah maharajalela from SMK Danau Kota who likes to talk like CRAZY. KALAH AKU! He talks non stop macam kereta api ekspres! He said that okay! xD And thw funny thing is, he uses words like 'babi', 'gila' and even both at the same time! Memang gila. En Rosle was the same speaker for the second day.&lt;br /&gt;After joining this workshop, I find myself attracted to this subject. Shocking but true. Pn Normala and En Rosle managed to convince me that Sejarah is not a tough subject and it's true. I only have to get my mind focused and harus lebih rajin. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kaveeta, well she was the one who pulled me into coming. While my other friends were having fun at school during class party, I went to this seminar. But regret will be the last thing I'll think about. I had fun, gained loads of details and it sort of like motivated me to work harder for PMR next year. I wasn't confident that I would achieve successfully for PMR, but that thought has changed. I'll try my very best for this war. CEWAH. SEMANGAT NYERR. Haha, well the time used for blogging and things I do online has to be cut down. Muahaha. But I'm getting used to not going online at every chance I get. Alhamdulillah :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright guys, Assalamualaikum !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-4618523134997770556?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4618523134997770556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessing-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4618523134997770556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4618523134997770556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='A blessing in disguise'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-7154622205122711805</id><published>2010-11-07T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:24:51.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Frenzy</title><content type='html'>So I just had my advanced birthday celebration with my family members. Syasya, my cousin and I celebrated together. It was a wonderful occasion. Getting the chance to catch up with the others and sharing this amazing moment with them, hmm :) Well, the best part of the event was the opening gift session? I got great gifts from each and one of em'. But I gotta say, Kak Iqa's gift was really meaningful. She kind of like made a photo collage of myself and BRUNO MARS! Haha, it may sound corny but hey, it was my birthday party right? So, she took my photo and some of Bruno's pictures and combined it all in a beautiful photograph. Thanks Kak Iqa :) The best always comes from you. Later on that day, we had a kenduri tahlil for my late grandpa. Another family gathering. Another 'awwww' moment. The ceremony ended aorund 12 pm. It was a super long day, but I had the time of my life with them. Oh ya, and a special thanks to Mummy Su for organising the party &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-7154622205122711805?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7154622205122711805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7154622205122711805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7154622205122711805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-frenzy.html' title='Party Frenzy'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-5746173600077931728</id><published>2010-11-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:02:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO MY BIRTHDAY IS JUST AROUND ZE CORNER. AND I'M EXCITED LIKE NO ONE'S BUSINESS. I SHALL RIGHT DOW MY WISH LIST RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;MONEY. Im going to use it to pay back mummy. I owe her rm 168. Boo me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MONEY. Sense the 'IM SO DESPERATE. NEED MONEY'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High waist skirt :P HEHE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sling bags. Ya know, those kewl sling bags xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EYELINER. My eyeliner is running out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHADES. I think i lost my heartpink shades :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A NEW PHONE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animal print stuff. THEY ARE SO KEWL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;BRUNO MARS' ALBUM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CUTE NOTEBOOKS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RIBBONS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dresses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tudung. Need more tudung. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thats about it. Well, senang cerita kan kawan-kawan and keluarga. Susah sangat, bak duit je. HEHEHHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-5746173600077931728?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5746173600077931728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-my-birthday-is-just-around-ze-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5746173600077931728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/5746173600077931728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-my-birthday-is-just-around-ze-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6752754961441533334</id><published>2010-10-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:02:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail Paramore!</title><content type='html'>I saw Paramore live at Bukit Jalil yesterday! It was superb. I could feel their energy rocking the stage. Everyone was singing along. I could barely hear Hayley's voice. By the way, Hayley is super small and ADORABLE. She was all enthusiastic and crazy. She could jump and shake her legs all night long. It was fantastic. I had the time of my life rocking with Paramore's fans here in Malaysia. She kept on stressing that Paramore had an amazing time here in Malaysia. Baru kau tahu! HEH. I sat at P3 which was quite far from the stage, so the pictures I took were all blurry and tiny but what the hell! I love my mum for giving me this opportunity to go to their awesome concert. I wish they would come back again, and I WILL GET THE ROCKZONE TICKET! Tak nampak sangat frm P3. So yeahh, I had soo much fun. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6752754961441533334?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6752754961441533334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-hail-paramore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6752754961441533334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6752754961441533334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-hail-paramore.html' title='All Hail Paramore!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6930000373836213250</id><published>2010-10-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:50:12.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TLlGm4qMwNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/onaZb7KBGA4/s1600/tumblr_la9bogXpNL1qaodr1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TLlGm4qMwNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/onaZb7KBGA4/s320/tumblr_la9bogXpNL1qaodr1o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4038869242071894229-6930000373836213250?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6930000373836213250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6930000373836213250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6930000373836213250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TLlGm4qMwNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/onaZb7KBGA4/s72-c/tumblr_la9bogXpNL1qaodr1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8810657332936225746</id><published>2010-10-15T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T05:26:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy voice you got there, boy.</title><content type='html'>Soooo, I'm currently obsessed with BRUNO MARS.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's sexy. JUST LISTEN TO HIS VOICE LAH! Ahhh, and his lyrics are just simply lovely and meaningful. He makes me so flyyyy like a G6! HAHA. So, Abang downloaded his album, 'Doo-Wops and Hooligans'. Not really satisfied cause as a die hard Bruno Mars fan, I have to have his real album. Anyone? Get it fr me fr my birthday? Will LOVE you to death. Peter Gene Hernandez can make my frown upside down. HEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8810657332936225746?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8810657332936225746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/sexy-voice-you-got-there-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8810657332936225746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8810657332936225746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/sexy-voice-you-got-there-boy.html' title='Sexy voice you got there, boy.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2472470393478341449</id><published>2010-10-14T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:32:35.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBELIEVABLE.</title><content type='html'>I'm super psyched cause I am going to Paramore's concert. 5 more days to dream comes true. I'm going with ma homie, Edzmir. CEH Semangat. Abang and Gaya will be going too. Alhamdulillah, mummy kasi. I bet the surrounding will be so freaking crazy! Hayley can really bang her head. I can't! I'll go all dizzy. Boo me. Well, just nak tell that. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2472470393478341449?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2472470393478341449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2472470393478341449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2472470393478341449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/unbelievable.html' title='UNBELIEVABLE.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4456834316791856439</id><published>2010-10-13T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:01:35.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute smile you got there, boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Why do I admire Charlie McDonnell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, most of you might not know him. He’s a youtuber. So, I’ve seen many video bloggers from the States, but not from the United of Kingdom and I totally like that fact. His accent is extremely adorable. Just so you know guys, I really like listening to British people communicating. Secondly, he doesn’t curse like other youtubers do. It’s not like I don’t curse, it’s just that his approach to his fans is different. For instance, Shane Dawson, he talks bullshit and makes people laugh about his crap. That’s why people like him. Well, some do admit that they like his hand hair. Really odd but true. So, that’s my point. In addition to that, Charlie doesn’t talk nonsense and it’s because he does challenges requested by his fan. To me that is the interesting part, he makes ridiculous acts just to satisfy his fans. I saw this video showing Charlie making animal balloons. He is capable of doing more than five animals and dammit he is superman. I really think that it’s entertaining. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It may sound silly, but he enjoys it and he’s glad to make his fans entertained. Moreover, he talks like someone’s vomiting. I mean, he talks fluent English UNLIKE ME. I look up to people who talks fluently, not regarding on the language. Either it’s Malay, English or whatever. They still impress me like crazy. They just have something to tell about, to share about. Back to the topic, he connects with his viewers by introducing his family members. And he doesn’t make fun of em’! As you all know, Shane Dawson portrays his mum as a weird looking transvestite.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No offence to those Shane Dawson die hard fans, I like Shane and I subscribed to his channel. My conclusion is, Charlie is different from others and I see him as a really talented young man. Truly, he is my inspiration. He inspires me in countless areas. For instance, he would do anything to fulfill his fans desires. That is called unselfish people! So, he really inspires me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, that’s a lil something that I would like to share with you, fellow internet users. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;May Allah bless your fine day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4038869242071894229-4456834316791856439?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4456834316791856439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-smile-you-got-there-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4456834316791856439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4456834316791856439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-smile-you-got-there-boy.html' title='Cute smile you got there, boy.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2924398454312017885</id><published>2010-10-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:55:41.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World is going upside down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what is the matter with all of my friends. I am going to be super honest and frank in this post. I can't help it anymore. Practically all of my closest friends are homosexuals. What the hell is wrong with you guys? Don't you see you're throwing your entire future away? You may say that, "Oh, sekejap je, alah remaja", the clock is ticking and God never stops watching. I know I am not a good Muslim myself, but I just want to help you guys. I tried talking to you guys, but you still wanna continue being lesbos. When there was only one lesbian, I was okay with it, but now, it's like all of you are changing. You think that everyone's doing it, you should try too. What the fork wei? It's extremely devastating seeing you guys, my sisters being swallowed in this horrible way of living. And you guys are only 14! For goodness sake, guys! You may think it's cool, it's just for &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;, but everyone else see you guys in a bad way. I have to do this because I love you all, and this is the right thing for me to do, you girls know it yourselves. As a friend, I have to try and change you, but if I fail, I have to leave you for I do not want to be involved in this. I have to be honest guys. I am begging you guys to stop this thing. Think about your parents. Please think about them. I know how they feel in the pit of their stomach, I am not just making this up. I've talked to her. She is so sad to see you like this, she tells me she fails as a mother and you've done many unthoughtful things to her. Think back guys, do you want your mothers to feel that way? I will not mention names, but I know you know who you are, and trust me, everybody else does too. I know it's not easy, but when you do actually realise, you'll feel proud of yourself, and believe me, you'll be an inspiration for the others. I'm pleading for you to stop this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With hope and sincerity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2924398454312017885?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2924398454312017885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-is-going-upside-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2924398454312017885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2924398454312017885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-is-going-upside-down.html' title='World is going upside down!'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2049462153128347019</id><published>2010-09-27T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:46:49.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure is on.</title><content type='html'>I have a week left to study the crap out of me for my final term exams. I have folios and projects to complete. So Imma submit my History assignment tomorrow. I hope I don't make stupid mistakes that will affect my scores. &amp;nbsp;I have to pass up my Seni project this Wednesday, Geo, no clue O.O I did some revision during the holidays but I'm 100 % confident that it wasn't enough. I hope I get to finish these crap and get it over with so that I get to concentrate on my studies. One thing I realized about myself today that I can't really study by myself. &amp;nbsp; When I do my revisions, I need someone to quiz me and I need that person to talk to. It's kinda sad. Cause hahaha, I'm not that independent to study on my own. But I can't help it. The way I study is that I tell them about what I learned and they question me back. I hope my friends could help me on this. Well, I know they can, I have super fantastic helpful peers. So I'm not worried. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Love you guys&lt;/span&gt;. I pray super hard that I could focus on my exams and not FACEBOOK. Facebook is fun and I will not deny the fact. But I think it's really distracting me. I'm losing focus. All I think is about those notifications that I get on a daily basis. I know it's so not important but again, I can't help myself. I admire those people with their strong power of controlling themselves from touching their laptops. I will always find a way to go online. For instance, when I'm doing my projects, I find myself on Facebook at the end. *I hope Mummy doesn't read this* hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I have major problems. Help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2049462153128347019?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2049462153128347019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressure-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2049462153128347019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2049462153128347019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressure-is-on.html' title='Pressure is on.'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2279586580330005646</id><published>2010-09-26T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:47:27.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEING A'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;BEING A HOMO DOESN'T MAKE YOU COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2279586580330005646?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2279586580330005646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-homo-doesnt-make-you-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2279586580330005646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2279586580330005646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-homo-doesnt-make-you-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-2003217808900256501</id><published>2010-09-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:10:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White sand and crystal blue ocean</title><content type='html'>I'm back fellow readers! I am back from Redang Island. AND guess what, I had an extraordinary, super, fantastic time there. The view was extremely scenic. Everything was just perfect. There was NO pollution at the beach, really warm people and so much more. Bare with me people, but I just can't get over with the island. The ocean is really pretty. I managed to study a little at the beach at Merang. Shocked? Haha, yeah I successfully read some notes on science and I did my revision in the company of the windy breeze, amazing scenery by the beach. Wow. When we reached Sutra Beach Resort, the beach was already breath-taking, but mummy told me that that was only a sneak peek. Once we arrived the island Redang the next day, everything was all blue. You can see many shades of blue and I'm beginning to fancy the colour blue. HEHE. Snorkeling is a whole different thing, the feeling of swimming among the fishes and other marine lives, it's just speechless. I strongly suggest to you to snorkel if you get the opportunity. It is an uh-ma-zing experience and trust me people, you will not regret doing it. The fishes are so colourful but disappointingly, the corals weren't that attractive, most of them are already dead. So, please go and snorkel when you still have the time, if not, you won't be able to see those pretty corals. But the moment that will permanently stain in my mind, the moment when I snorkeled with my beloved mum. It was so fun, we were enjoying the corals and fishes, hand in hand. AWWW. Haha, I love her. Well, that's all about it mates. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-2003217808900256501?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2003217808900256501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/white-sand-and-crystal-blue-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2003217808900256501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/2003217808900256501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/white-sand-and-crystal-blue-ocean.html' title='White sand and crystal blue ocean'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-4387856438018601732</id><published>2010-09-13T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:08:43.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The waves make me feel corny</title><content type='html'>I am a few minutes away from the moment that I've been waiting for, Redang! Haha, I know I suck, I assume most of u guys have been to that island but hey, it's my first time and I'm gonna snorkel for 3 days straight. Mummy said that we'll be chilling at the beach and I can snorkel all I want. HOYEAH. I am definitely sure that this trip is going to be slightly different. Usually, when I go for vacations, mummy will always set a date to visit historical and interesting places. But not this time, this time is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all about bikinis and hot guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAH. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Kat terengganu ada ke volleyball players macam dalam movie 'The Last Song'.&lt;/span&gt; Hope so! I feel so cheap right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TI68JmaJorI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0xg7OpPmXmU/s1600/The-Last-Song-04-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TI68JmaJorI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0xg7OpPmXmU/s320/The-Last-Song-04-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-4387856438018601732?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4387856438018601732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/waves-make-me-feel-corny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4387856438018601732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/4387856438018601732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/waves-make-me-feel-corny.html' title='The waves make me feel corny'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TI68JmaJorI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0xg7OpPmXmU/s72-c/The-Last-Song-04-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-7524798365609321160</id><published>2010-09-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:40:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Okay I know it's kinda late, but better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;dan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Raya has been wonderful for me, so far. On the first day of Eid, we did all of the visiting. But I'm still disappointed cause we only managed to visit four houses which is super sikit. We usually visit more than5 houses but since the dudes have to solat Jumaat, everything was delayed. But it's okay :/ The thing that I enjoy most during raya, I get to taste all sorts of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;kuih raya&lt;/span&gt;. Besides that, capturing priceless moments with the loved ones. This year's celebration is a lil different because of the absence of my three most beloved grand ucles, Tuk Bibik, Tuk Anjang and Tuk Busu. The environment was somehow unusual. I'm gonna miss them. God bless em'. Raya kedua, we visited Nek Busu at their in Nilai, watched Monster vs Aliens xD then went to Pak Long's house. Today, went to Pavillion to get Abang's Dunk and had our early dinner. I'll be going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Pulau&amp;nbsp;Redang&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. So I'm not going to update till Friday. I hope everything will be a blast with the barbeque food and cool waves. Alright guys, I pray that each and one of you will enjoy your time during this blessful month and for non-muslim friends, PERGI BELAJAR. NGEHEHE. Pray for my safety throughout my trip ya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loooooovessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, FIR AKA SLEEPING BEAUTY !&lt;/b&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/4038869242071894229-7524798365609321160?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7524798365609321160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7524798365609321160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/7524798365609321160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-6271572928356469447</id><published>2010-09-06T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:45:59.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TIXCHGHbikI/AAAAAAAAAn4/A363X4ANpBc/s1600/IMG_3500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TIXCHGHbikI/AAAAAAAAAn4/A363X4ANpBc/s200/IMG_3500.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Would like to make a special shout out for my homie, Xin Jing. She has help me a lot. LIKE a lot. Awww, best friends kan? HAHA She never responds when I ask "Kita best friends kan?" Hahah siut nya budak. But whatever it is, I thank Allah for blessing me with a friend like her.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; I WOOOVE YOU BESTFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;! And be jealous Ngoi ngoi. HAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like this photo of her, shows that she aint that nerdy that she has to stay awake during lessons. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-6271572928356469447?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6271572928356469447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/would-like-to-make-special-shout-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6271572928356469447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/6271572928356469447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/would-like-to-make-special-shout-out.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TIXCHGHbikI/AAAAAAAAAn4/A363X4ANpBc/s72-c/IMG_3500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-8420661515900348985</id><published>2010-09-06T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:02:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TIW4v5Z1tBI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TMVb4eM3HhY/s1600/tumblr_l70ng96YtF1qb0xloo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TIW4v5Z1tBI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TMVb4eM3HhY/s320/tumblr_l70ng96YtF1qb0xloo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay. I susususuper jealous of those people that are going for ze one and only &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Paramor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s concert. Dammit man, I wanna go too! My beloved mum would definitely not allow me. There goes my chance to meet the red headed woman who has a nice voice with her awesome mates. Damn I'm moody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-8420661515900348985?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8420661515900348985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/envy-much_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8420661515900348985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/8420661515900348985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/envy-much_06.html' title='Envy much?'/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TIW4v5Z1tBI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TMVb4eM3HhY/s72-c/tumblr_l70ng96YtF1qb0xloo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-3413230635062335158</id><published>2010-09-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:03:17.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038869242071894229-3413230635062335158?l=firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3413230635062335158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/envy-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3413230635062335158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038869242071894229/posts/default/3413230635062335158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firzanaredzuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/envy-much.html' title=''/><author><name>The Girl in Pajamas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956734445590180032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLFXfOH79Os/TUrFuXeom1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/XpfETQnuNBo/s220/woah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038869242071894229.post-237119466429752869</id><published>2010-09-06T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:53:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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