<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:24:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail Joy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4726991838230651157</id><published>2010-10-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T03:03:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;despicablejoy.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4726991838230651157?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4726991838230651157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4726991838230651157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2601579076871705475</id><published>2010-09-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:51:40.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TJz76WVMClI/AAAAAAAAAps/rZ0iIU5PcK4/s1600/IMG_6620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TJz76WVMClI/AAAAAAAAAps/rZ0iIU5PcK4/s400/IMG_6620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520564223094819410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila ada yang dah mula mengata buruk dan banyak benda yang tak sedap sampai ke telinga, mula lah hati kita yang suci ni tak senang duduk. Kita cuba recall apa salah silap yang kita dah buat, sedangkan selama ni kita bukan main gigih usaha untuk jadi yang terbaik untuk semua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidup kelam kabut, tikam tikam belakang, kurang ajar &amp;amp; tak hormat erti persahabatan. Cliche kan? Aku penat lah. Penat sangat ni. Kau nak buat taik lagi, buat lah. Aku diamkan. Aku dah letih melayan karenah manusia manusia tak guna. Tak perlu nak berdrama lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lebih 2 dekad aku hidup, aku sentiasa usaha untuk jadi yang terbaik, termampu &amp;amp; terbest untuk semua. Nyata aku gagal. Gagal dalam hubungan mahupun persahabatan. Aku terlalu banyak percayakan orang, dan akhirnya aku di pijak. Akhirnya aku tersedar satu benda. Hati manusia tak pernah puas. Itu ironinya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May God bless you, as always&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-2601579076871705475?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2601579076871705475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2601579076871705475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/09/angry-pills.html' title='Angry Pills'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TJz76WVMClI/AAAAAAAAAps/rZ0iIU5PcK4/s72-c/IMG_6620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4366693174539424228</id><published>2010-09-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:20:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CTRL + ALT + DEL = RESTORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is full of decisions. It is never easy to make one. It's sad, but it is true. In life, we probably have to make decisions so often that we'd be able to do it almost naturally. In fact, we make hundreds of them every day. However, occasionally we are compelled to make vitally important decisions about major life-goals and dreams. These decisions may have little impact to your life anyways. Decisions which come with an impact would be harder to make. The greater the impact, the tougher the process of decision making gets. Yes, it's never easy choosing a life partner (assuming they'll take you too, that is), choosing to leave a partner, or decisions about what to do with your life. It's never easy being me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 21 and growing. Im going through a very difficult time in my life. Lately I have a really hard time opening up to people. Its pretty easy for me to talk about things to my friends. But with my family, its really hard. Some people are born closed books. They are quiet and don't like to share things with others unless they are very close to them. Unfortunately, I was born with opened books. Very open. So now, I'm having my difficult moment knowing who my real friends are. I lean on my friends too much. That's the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was rejected, I was dumped and I was ditched. Don't get me wrong, but this is not the reason why I'm acting out. I just need to stop myself from being too clingy and start simplify things up.  I'm done being nice and it's time to bring the inner bitch out. I know it's not the right time in making enemies.  It's because I realize something tonight. Something good. You mess with my tail, you'll get the horn. You do shit to me, I'll do shits back to you. Haha. Simple indeed. You know what they say, better safe than sorry. Moral of the story, there is no such thing as a perfect friend. You should never expect too much of something out from someone because it will give you a disappointment. *Looking on the bright side*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May god bless you as always.&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-4366693174539424228?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4366693174539424228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4366693174539424228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/09/ctrl-alt-del-restored.html' title='CTRL + ALT + DEL = RESTORED'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8256442620741504983</id><published>2010-09-04T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:52:01.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooch Brooch Brooch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GOSx9nH7Iw/THOSfv8TtWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/57CmOyh7ZMM/s400/1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GOSx9nH7Iw/THOSfv8TtWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/57CmOyh7ZMM/s400/1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Helping a friend. A simple accessory to glam you up Fashionistas! All items are 100% hand made and hand stitched. For those crazies for brooch, do visit &lt;a href="http://www.roseven.com/"&gt;Roseven&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8256442620741504983?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8256442620741504983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8256442620741504983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/09/brooch-brooch-brooch.html' title='Brooch Brooch Brooch'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GOSx9nH7Iw/THOSfv8TtWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/57CmOyh7ZMM/s72-c/1013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7732491560800493000</id><published>2010-08-31T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:11:11.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs426.snc4/46908_155777031103844_100000146454693_514915_7916219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 278px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs426.snc4/46908_155777031103844_100000146454693_514915_7916219_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Melaka retreat last weekend was amazingly awesome! I had so much fun with the friends, new friends I would say. They are funny, kind and generously generous! Rasa malu membuak-buak bila kita yang jenis memang tak banyak duit ni, keluar dengan mereka yang murah hati sponsor tempat tinggal dan makan besar. I bersyukur dikurniakan kawan-kawan sebegini dan hanya mampu berdoa agar mereka, kawan-kawan baru I ni dimurahkan rezeki selalu. Kalau diberi peluang untuk tak ikut, aku memang dah tak ikut dah. Tapi plan nak ke Melaka ni dah bincang lama. Jadi rasa lain macam la kalau tiba tiba tak ikut kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we've been to so many places. Even hometown aku kat Melaka, tapi last weekend la first time aku jalan jalan cuci mata di Jonker Walk, makan besar beramai-ramai di Umbai, dan ke rumah ayah Awin di Padang Temu. Nervous rasanya buat kali pertama jumpa ayah dia. This has been an amazing experience of a lifetime for me to spend such a wonderful time with you guys. A bunch of thanks to Awin, Ayin, Fame, Farah, Famiza, Shewin, Haiqal, Amy, Anai and the rest of the group for making my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha. Mengundang tak?&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-7732491560800493000?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7732491560800493000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7732491560800493000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-leaf.html' title='New Leaf'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5732990090603296660</id><published>2010-08-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:25:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8OgWPcNA6o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8OgWPcNA6o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Betul lah orang kata. Bila kita betul-betul happy, kita dah tak fikir pasal benda lain. Tak pandang kiri kanan, dah tak hirau benda tu betul mahupun salah. Kita alpa. Dalam kes aku, aku jadi selfish. Tak fikir perasaan orang lain. Fikir sedap sendiri. Dah banyak kali kena tegur, aku langsung tak ambil kisah. Aku teruskan berbohong. Berbohong pada semua orang. Berbohong pada diri sendiri. Aku fikir, ahh apa aku peduli? Yang penting aku happy. Sekarang aku sedar, apa aku buat sememangnya lah salah. Makin lama 'permainan' jadi makin serius. Aku dah tak terlarat nak menipu. Ini masanya untuk betulkan keadaan. Ini masanya untuk tamatkan 'permainan' bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know. What I did was wrong. I'm not proud of the things I've done, and I can't change the past&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;I have been under pressure to emulate someone who is more happy than I am and I wasn't able to be happy with things working out lately. I was desperate and I tried so hard to be someone that I'm not. The only way to do that is to lie. I lied. I was lost, I dug a hole so deep and I didn't know how to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now is definitely the right time to work out what is important, what I wanted to change and what I'm not happy about. It's time to tell someone the truth. The most ugly truth. I'm not perfect. I'm very much a work in progress and I'm a total mess! But I'm trying, and I'm working on my faults. Besides, that is all you can do, work on them. Roy, thank you so very much for the feedback, positive response, timeless and endless support. Sure you must be bored with all this shit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awin my girl and AR, I beg not for a snack treat, but for something far sweeter and more satisfying. Your forgiveness.&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-5732990090603296660?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5732990090603296660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5732990090603296660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/honest-mistake.html' title='Honest Mistake'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6058933827466870290</id><published>2010-08-17T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:21:32.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance until we die</title><content type='html'>&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&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=14158826&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=14158826&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14158826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14158826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14158826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14158826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now Playing ; Katy Perry - Teenage Dream. Song played for 2,147 times. Credits to my incredible Music Guru, &lt;a href="http://rcloy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roy&lt;/a&gt; for his hard work finding this amazingly amazing video. Kat Youtube takde vclip ni wei. Tsk tsk :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just love this song and it keeps playing on my mind again and again and again. It's a feel-good song, very catchy, and makes you want to jump in the air and reach the sky so high. Somehow in a weird yet meaningful way, this song slowly tells me 'Joy, it's fine to be single. You are 21 and you are young, still. Go have fun exploring the world, be crazy and live your life to the max! You have plenty of people who support you, who will be standing right next to you, through thick and thin.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yeah, it's true. I'm happy now. Happy with the way things are working out. But you know, it's never easy being me. Sometimes I'm bored, and not everything has gone the way I wanted. But it's cool, life goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'You make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I'm livin a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teenage dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's run away and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back'&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-6058933827466870290?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6058933827466870290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6058933827466870290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/dance-until-we-die.html' title='Dance until we die'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7783163611502638407</id><published>2010-08-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:57:13.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esok masuk dah bulan Ramadhan, bulan yang mulia. Esok juga lah hari pertama seluruh Muslim berpuasa. Haih, rasa macam sekejap je setahun dah berlalu. Ingat lagi tahun lepas masa internship, puasa dengan geng geng Trinini. Shooting sana sini, gigih lagi tahan nafsu makan minum. Even ramai je tak puasa, masuk bilik ni ada yang tengah merokok, masuk bilik tu ada yang tengah makan minum. Tuhan memang betul-betul nak uji tahap kesabaran aku. Tapi memang seronok lah puasa masa bekerja. Satu pengalaman yang tak dapat dilupakan berpuasa dengan bos besar a.k.a Director, Abg Adlin &amp;amp; Kak Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itu cerita setahun lepas. Cerita 3 tahun lepas plak masa aku fly ke UK, berjauhan dari keluarga. Sempat juga aku merasa berpuasa di kota London. Seronok sangat! Cuaca tak panas, angin sejuk je dari pagi sampai ke petang. Kau berjalan sehari suntuk pun peluh setitik tak keluar. Tak cepat penat lah jadinya. Tapi kan masa tu, I suka main-main lagi. Ada hari tak puasa, ada hari semangat puasa. Tengok kawan lain sedap makan, I pun sibuk join la makan kat kafeteria. Hee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi itu 3 tahun punya cerita. Dan saya sudah ganti puasa-puasa tahun lalu ye ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun ni aku sambut puasa dengan environment berbeza sikit. Tak bekerja, juga tak belajar. Duduk rumah relax2 chill2, jadi nanny yang hot jaga Little Monster. Aduh, nak kena masak untuk lunch &amp;amp; dinner dia satu hal lagi. Dibuatnya sambil menyuap dia makan, suap mulut aku sekali. Tak ke naya dibuatnya? Haha. Joy, perangai senonoh joy. Bulan baik ni. Tuhan nak uji ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, I ingin mengambil kesempatan ini untuk mengucapkan selamat berpuasa kepada seluruh umat Islam di muka bumi ini. Andai kata ada salah silap sengaja atau tak sengaja, minta maaf dari hujung rambut hingga hujung kaki. Semoga diri kita diberkati, dirahmati dan dimurahkan rezeki. Harapnya kita sihat sentiasa di sepanjang bulan baik ini. Jadi, misi beribadah sambil mengurangkan berat badan, bermula! Ihihiihiihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ikhlas, Joy Kaligula Zakaria &amp;amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ieRYbvNEEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ieRYbvNEEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Hadapilah bulan puasa tanpa pancaroba. Makanlah pil puasa' &lt;br /&gt;Uuuuuu. Aaaaaa. Waaaahhh&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-7783163611502638407?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7783163611502638407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7783163611502638407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7617089352683727370</id><published>2010-08-05T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:22:00.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pBo-GL9SRg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pBo-GL9SRg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always try to give my best to love and respect people around me.  I've been to so many ups and downs in life for the past 21 years, and I've learned a lot from the mistakes I made, so I improve myself. I wonder why people do things, bad things exactly. I was ditched, dissed, and even alienated. It's very confusing, indeed. I never learn how to hate people, and have not been taught to hate people. Never. Personally, there is no point for me to hate someone. The word 'Hatred' never existed in my mind, and will never have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't expect, so I give instead. I don't order, so I advise instead. I never demand, so I ask instead. But hey, reality check Joy. This is life. There's always bullshit, here there and everywhere. How do you expect something from someone? If you don't expect and always give, what's to stop people from using you? This is some weird idealization where someone can easily take, and you will never receive what you want in turn. Because we all have needs, we all have desires, we ought to not only work on fulfilling another's desire, but also find someone who is willing to do the same in turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For love is meant to be free, so I can't change its nature. It is a lesson that may take my forever lifetime to truly practice. I must sincerely feel no expectations from those who I loved, and yet an unconditional caring. Go with the flow, Joy. Remember, good thing always comes slowly. Stop setting the bar high and let the time heal all wounds. When the time is right, you will have your chance to be happy, the chances to be you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a mean time, nobody move, nobody get hurt. Now is the right time to not to be too clingy. It's time to let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Flames to dust, lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:15px;"&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/8129478072808920482-7617089352683727370?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7617089352683727370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7617089352683727370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6301695366475778315</id><published>2010-08-04T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:47:12.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Penang&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;br /&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;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Kedah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6301695366475778315?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6301695366475778315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6301695366475778315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/retreat_04.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7752237817865259143</id><published>2010-07-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:38:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2eCiRVYTUY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2eCiRVYTUY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back. You will never know until you try. And I'll be right here, waiting. Believe me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7752237817865259143?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7752237817865259143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7752237817865259143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4354860061939004302</id><published>2010-07-24T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T04:18:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plWnm7UpsXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plWnm7UpsXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-4354860061939004302?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4354860061939004302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4354860061939004302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-1726454585334252391</id><published>2010-07-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:57:00.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not An Option</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rasanya kan, macam dah tak layak betul lah aku nak berbahasa Inggeris dalam blog ni. Bukan dalam blog je, dalam semua benda lah senang cerita. Lagi lagi bila dapat tau kita ni bodoh kan? Kalau boleh tanam muka ni dalam tanah macam ostrich, dah lama aku tanam. Aduh. Malu. Malu dengan ayah mak, malu dengan lecturer, malu dengan classmates, malu dengan semua! 3 tahun belajar, buat segala assignment yang semuanya wajib dalam bahasa Inggeris, dapat President's award masa graduation, semua sia sia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tabik spring pada semua yang kata ujian tu senang. Bagi aku, ujian hari tu susah. Sangat susah woey! Selesai je ujian tu, aku dapat satu feeling yang sangat tak sedap bagitau aku, result aku akan teruk. Memang betul lah, result aku teruk! Tak tau mana salah silap. Mungkin nervous agaknya. Takpe, mungkin ada hikmahnya. Kena usaha lebih lagi lepas ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagi mereka mereka yang menaruh harapan, yang bagi 100% kepercayaan dan sokongan, terima kasih sangat. Minta maaf saya dah menghancurkan harapan kalian semua, kerana saya telah gagal. Ini rezeki saya, jadi saya terima. Tu lah, lain kali jangan nak sedap hati kata aku pandai english la, itu ini la. Sekarang tengok siapa pandai siapa tak pandai? Haha. Malu aku woey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malu. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-1726454585334252391?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1726454585334252391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1726454585334252391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-option.html' title='It&apos;s Not An Option'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-1555337250911787286</id><published>2010-07-21T02:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T03:01:13.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solids</title><content type='html'>&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TEbDX6HYijI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LYVFmJStz24/s400/IMG_8549+ii.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496295210756901426" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TEbDgMmr2hI/AAAAAAAAApE/zEVqBr78tno/s400/IMG_8555+ii.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496295353158982162" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TEbD5gyrqUI/AAAAAAAAApM/qh1v2sJamUs/s400/IMG_8545+ii.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496295788074740034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/8129478072808920482-1555337250911787286?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1555337250911787286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1555337250911787286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/solids.html' title='Solids'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TEbDX6HYijI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LYVFmJStz24/s72-c/IMG_8549+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5384066633957495523</id><published>2010-07-13T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:32:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Miss You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs167.snc4/37673_1538355140204_1274641680_1521463_5560697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 439px; height: 300px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs167.snc4/37673_1538355140204_1274641680_1521463_5560697_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in UK. Ixy went to Hong Kong. Fadzilah and Hafidz are in UK. Zuan was in Cambodia. Izzul Izzat and Mukhlis are still in Russia. Mael was in India. Who else I didn't mention? Hmm. And now its your time Osya. Its your time to feel the excitement. Its your time to gain new knowledge and experience. It's time for you to feel how uneasy it is to be away from the family. And now you're leaving to Australia. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after all those offers you have declined, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you have made the right decision to accept and go abroad. People around you should be jealous and envy over you now. Don't ever look down and think you don't deserve this just because of your health condition. You are extremely lucky and you should be happy because the people have approved your SD scholars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so happy for you. We are all happy for you. I bet even your little monster, Onis is truly happy for his Kak Cha. As long as your place got internet excess, wifi or whatsoever, you should be fine. Hehe. Keep updating us your condition. I pray for your health and success, as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll miss you for sure!! Take care and be happy! :')&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-5384066633957495523?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5384066633957495523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5384066633957495523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-miss-you.html' title='We&apos;ll Miss You!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5862755989045765966</id><published>2010-07-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:01:53.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Bebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDgkJRjKeCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZoHRGYbSp_4/s1600/IMG_8487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDgkJRjKeCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZoHRGYbSp_4/s400/IMG_8487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179487326631970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam ni lah kehidupan aku selepas ketiadaan orang gaji kat rumah. Tanggungjawab sebagai seorang anak, seorang adik dan seorang pakcik pada masa yang sama, memang berat dan susah. Tuhan memang betul nak uji aku dari segala sudut. Ada masa aku betul betul susah nak handle, ada masa aku okay. Alhamdulillah setakat ni Fayyadh tak buat masalah besar lagi. Kalau ada, memang nyata la Tuhan nak uji kesabaran dan kekuatan aku. Aku bersyukur aku dapat sokongan penuh dari keluarga, kawan-kawan baik dan manusia manusia lain. Aku mengaku ada masa hormon dalam badan ni tak betul, tekanan jaga budak yang aktif dan nak membesar ni membuak-buak, jadi aku dapatkan advise dari diorang. Terima kasih kepada 'mak angkat fayyadh, ayah angkat, kakak angkat, abang angkat, pakcik angkat, makcik angkat, segala angkat yang boleh'. Tuhan saja dapat membalas jasa baik kalian semua. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bukannya aku tak suka dengan life aku dan apa yang aku buat sekarang. Cuma, rasa tenggelam tu tiba tiba je serang bila aku tengok semua rakan sibuk belajar, kerja itu dan ini. Aku? Apa aku buat? Bila orang tanya, aku segan tersengih sipu macam lembu kena puji dan cakap 'I duduk rumah, jadi babysitter'. Malu kan? Hidup tak bekerja, tak berduit dan harap mak bapak dan kawan suapkan? Lagi lah feeling lembu ni rasa gila tenggelam bila keluar dengan kawan-kawan yang kaya, bergaji dan berduit, mereka sponsor dari atas sampai bawah. Aku mengaku lagi kadang-kadang aku keluar tak berduit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I do need some entertainment. So why the hell not? It's my time to de-stress myself, being crazy, go out 'cuci mata' and have fun a bit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Terima kasih sekali lagi diatas jasa baik kawan-kawan semua yang banyak belanja. Tuhan saja dapat membalas jasa baik kalian. Aku faham kalau lepas ni takde orang nak ajak aku keluar dah. Macam aku cakap tadi lah, tak bekerja, tak bergaji, tak berduit :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, ini lah life aku sekarang selepas ketiadaan orang gaji di rumah. Menjaga kanak-kanak yang sangat aktif dan makin hari makin membesar. Lagipun, anak buah satu je. Jadi, aku kena gunakan peluang ni untuk luangkan masa yang sebolehnya dengan dia. Nak dating pun kena bawak lah little monster saya ni. Tak kisah la orang nak pandang slack ke apa ke, ada aku kisah? Tak pernah tengok artis bawa anak buah jenjalan ke woey? Keziannn. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak lama lagi, little monster saya ni dah tak duduk Sri Gombak dah. Agaknya sebab tu la Ummi dia tak heran sangat kalau Fayyadh malas nak pergi sekolah eyy? Yelah, sebelum ni bayar je yuran kat tadika Yu-Aye area rumah ni, tapi attendance Fayyadh macam biskut. Haha. Lagipun Ummi dia beli rumah baru, jadi akan berpindah tak lama lagi since rumah baru pun dah nak siap. Acu pun tak lama lagi nak sambung belajar Disember ni, InsyaAllah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa lagi? Kepada 'mak angkat Fayyadh, ayah angkat, kakak angkat, abang angkat, pakcik angkat, makcik angkat, segala angkat yang boleh', rajin rajin la luangkan masa dengan little monster saya ni. Dah pindah nanti, jarang la dapat jumpa. Kalau I takde rezeki nak sambung belajar, I sambung contract dengan kakak I jadi full time babysitter. Best je hari hari boleh spend time dengan Fayyadh. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam ini lah kehidupan aku selepas ketiadaan orang gaji kat rumah. Kalau kat Google Translate from Malay to English, gini la jadinya 'This is like my life the absence of the funeral home pay'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salute Google Translate. Ohoii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5862755989045765966?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5862755989045765966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5862755989045765966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/joy-bebel.html' title='Joy Bebel'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDgkJRjKeCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZoHRGYbSp_4/s72-c/IMG_8487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4453841945773504817</id><published>2010-06-20T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:52:16.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Tinggal Alif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TB4H-ookuhI/AAAAAAAAAns/Rm0Df2yK8Vo/s1600/23989_304332582573_530537573_3339925_6104210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TB4H-ookuhI/AAAAAAAAAns/Rm0Df2yK8Vo/s400/23989_304332582573_530537573_3339925_6104210_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484830168824723986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita berkumpul lagi hari ini, bukan atas dasar kau cantik atau kurang cantik, kau kaya atau miskin, kau layak atau tak layak, kau rapat atau tak rapat, kau kenal atau tak kenal. Selepas pemergian arwah Nazihah beberapa bulan lalu, seorang lagi saudara yang kita kenal telah kembali ke rahmatullah. Kita berkumpul hari ini untuk sama-sama memberikan salam ziarah untuk terakhir kali buat saudara kita Alif Lye yang telah pulang ke rahmatullah pada awal pagi ini akibat denggi berdarah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada yang sebak dan ada yang berduka. Si bapa kelihatan menangis teresak-esak tak dapat nak lawan perasaan, dan si ibu hanya redha dengan pemergian anak lelakinya.  Kita yang masih hidup ni, kena la beringat-ingat dan teruskan untuk hidup. Memang lumrah hidup dan ketentuan ilahi, yang hidup pasti akan mati. Bila dah sampai waktunya, sampai la. Tak pernah tercepat sikit dan tak pernah terlambat sikit. Dia maha adil dan maha kuasa. Tuhan lagi sayang dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, I ingin mengambil kesempatan ini untuk mengucapkan takziah kepada seluruh keluarga Allahyarham Alif Lye diatas pemergian beliau. I dan kawan kawan yang mengenali arwah Alif cuma mampu berdoa agar roh Allahyarham ditempatkan dikalangan orang orang yang beriman, yang soleh dan disayangiNya. Ameen&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/8129478072808920482-4453841945773504817?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4453841945773504817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4453841945773504817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/selamat-tinggal-alif.html' title='Selamat Tinggal Alif'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TB4H-ookuhI/AAAAAAAAAns/Rm0Df2yK8Vo/s72-c/23989_304332582573_530537573_3339925_6104210_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4522170006574521858</id><published>2010-06-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:12:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dui Bu Qi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang dah tertulis yang aku ni hidup untuk lonesome agaknya. Kalau betul, ikut lah. Tak boleh nak betah. Makin lama hidup, makin banyak bajingan sekeliling bagi masalah. Tak puas hati punya pasal, aku cuma boleh mengadu dan merayu. Kenapa, kenapa dan kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu aku naif. Baru kenal manusia, dah boleh terus suka. Langsung tak pandang kiri kanan. Aku fikir, aku layak untuk jadi senang balik, jadi orang yang paling gembira dalam dunia dah kumpul air muka aku balik dengan peristiwa peristiwa bodoh yang aku dah buat. Aku kongsi macam-macam cerita dan pengalaman. Bazir segala masa menghadap komputer tak hirau mandi dan makan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dah jumpa manusia yang paling jujur, satu kepala, dan yang betul betul buat kita rasa selesa dan selamat untuk hidup, aku dapat rasa ni masa yang paling layak untuk aku jadi senang balik. Aku dah ready untuk buang dan lupakan semua bajingan bodoh. Aku dah ready untuk belajar jadi diri aku balik. Dan yang paling penting, aku dah ready untuk bercinta dan laungkan di hadapan khalayak ramai yang aku sudah jatuh cinta. Tak perlu takut, sebab aku bukan keseorangan. Aku ada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi, macam aku cakap tadi. Memang dah tertulis agaknya yang aku ni hidup untuk lonesome. Kalau betul, ikut lah. Bajingan bajingan sekeliling boleh teruskan hulur masalah. Aku dah penat mengadu, aku dah puas merayu. Aku tak layak untuk bercinta. Aku tak layak nak hidup senang jadi orang yang paling gembira dalam dunia. Tak boleh nak betah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am truly madly deeply happy for you, friend. You deserve to be happy and to be loved. Everyone is different. You just need to listen to your heart, be true to yourself, and think big. Keep doing what you love and only do what you love. If you don't love it, don't do it. If you have to do it, find a way to love it. Like you said, the most important thing is being happy. And you are absolutely deserve to be happy. Namaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See. Naif kan aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4522170006574521858?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4522170006574521858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4522170006574521858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/dui-bu-qi.html' title='Dui Bu Qi'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3857691680360367040</id><published>2010-06-09T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:38:24.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love is a verb. This is a saying that has been around for a while, but we seem to often forget.  Early in my life, I had a tendency to express what I thought was 'love' to those around me. Family, friends, colleagues, classmates.  I would say it without giving a second thought to the meaning of my words or to whom I may be saying them.  I came to a point in my life where the words were still the same, but the passion and truthfulness of the meaning did not follow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After years of being hurt by individuals in my life, ones that I had expressed my love to many times, I became cold and selfish.  The family and friends noticed that I was not the kind-hearted, loving individual that they have known many years before.  I began to take my frustrations out on them.  We had always had an open line of communication, but that line was fading week by week, month by month.  I began doing things I didn't normally do and saying things I didn’t normally say.  There was a change happening.  My family saw it.  My friends saw it.  And I saw it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Instead of letting my circumstances change my life, I decided to turn back to God and not just say that I believed in Him, but also live it.  After doing this, I saw again the love and compassion that God has for me.  I now can show that same love and compassion to the ones around me.  This change could not have come at a better time.  It has affected my life, my friends’s life, and more importantly, my family.  Those people now sees that love is not just something you say to people you know, but actually it’s something you live.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3857691680360367040?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3857691680360367040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3857691680360367040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-really.html' title='Not Really'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7811856712778729204</id><published>2010-06-03T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:18:26.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I almost cried in the middle of something today but managed to put a straight face and continued my day as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only God knows my feelings as I tried wearing my best smile throughout the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And believe me, tonight I'm sobbing all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boo hoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7811856712778729204?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7811856712778729204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7811856712778729204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/jinx.html' title='Jinx'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-819872277143934125</id><published>2010-05-31T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:50:08.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Secret_Life_of_Bees/the_secret_life_of_bees_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Secret_Life_of_Bees/the_secret_life_of_bees_dvd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-819872277143934125?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/819872277143934125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/819872277143934125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-sweet.html' title='Too Sweet'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4920739998250044008</id><published>2010-05-26T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:46:46.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penghujung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa harini aku orang paling serabut dalam dunia. Memang masalah tak pernah nak lekang. Macam boomerang. Bila campak, dia terbang pergi dan datang balik. Aku tak suka. Kenapa tak boleh bagi aku chance senang nak tarik nafas dan lepas? Hidup ribut petir macamni, bosan lah. Dengan drama drama bangsat yang meleret tak sudah tak ada penamat. Kau ingat aku ni apa? Produser filem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paranoid aku tak sudah lagi ni. Semalam tidur macam biasa la. Tak lena macam hari hari selalunya. Kena hembur dengan bestfriend forever punya kekasih. Celaka. Dah berapa lama kau aim aku? Sedap mulut nak tuduh, label aku mulut bocor. Bukan main lincah kau lenjan anak orang hantuk sana sini gigit itu ini, kau ingat aku patut duduk diam, makan popcorn dan tepuk tangan? Woey otak kau dah damage woey, ada orang bagitau kau tak? Damage sangat sampai dah boleh jual kat kedai besi buruk, sebab penuh karat. Sorry bestfriend forever, kali ni memang aku tak boleh nak berlakon baik. Aku bukan produser filem, aku bukan pelakon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah la tak cukup tidur. Elok aku tengah lena, banyak plak receive call &amp;amp; mesej masuk. Apehal? Muka aku masuk frontpage Metro ke sebab malam kelmarin jadi jakun beli nasi lemak Ujang for the first time? Aku ignore. Sorok handphone2 bawah bantal dan sambung tidur. Tetiba, hati ni tergerak jugak nak jenguk handphone bawah bantal, sebab dah rasa lain macam bila pagi pagi dah kena harassment. 12 received massages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazihah dah meninggal dunia bru tadi. Joy kau pergi ke ziarah arwah?. Nazihah dah meninggal. Joy betul ke Nazihah meninggal? Dia sakit apa eh?. Joy boleh bagi no ain ahmad tak?. Fizul, kau tau wehhh Nazihah dah meninggal dunia? Joy, Nazihah skrg kat mana? kebumi kat Gombak ke?......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku malas nak taip semua. Mengundang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku kelam kabut. Semua call nak dapatkan kepastian pasal Nazihah. Aku bebal kejap, tak tau apa nak jawab. Satu jam aku fokus dengan handphone, kesian anak buah aku terbiar kelaparan sampai aku tak terlayan. Plan nak ke Wangsa Walk terus tak jadi. Siap siap, petang gerak ke Bukit Mahkota, Bangi. Sepanjang perjalanan tangan aku tak duduk diam. Mesej tak henti lagi masuk pasal Nazihah. Aku pun gatal melayan nak reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak sempat aku nak jumpa Nazihah. Masa lawat dia di ICU bulan lalu, aku fikir dia akan selamat, aku yakin dia kuat boleh lawan segala penyakit tu, boleh sihat balik. Aku yakin dia boleh hidup lama lagi, sebab orang kata dia makin pulih, dah sedar boleh gerakkan jari, boleh faham apa orang cakap. Tapi bila dah lebih dari sebulan masih lagi terbaring, instinct aku makin tak kuat. Nyata tuhan lagi sayang dia. Sedih tengok mak dia tersandar kat tiang khemah, mata lebam lebam sambil tengok jenazah makin lama makin hilang ditimbus tanah. Takziah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah cukup serabut, tambah lagi satu. Elok lah. Sweet couple mula dah buat hal. Dah mula ugut bagi mesej sayang tak sayang, sumpah tak sumpah. Macamana nak sayang kalau suka tipu? Macamana boleh berani sumpah kalau cerita benda tak betul? Aku boleh bau niat tipu kau, sebab tu aku siasat. Dua dua kawan aku. Aku tak boleh senang duduk bila dapat tau kau sedap mulut masin manis bersumpah tak nak mengaku punca kau yang buat ribut Sabtu haritu.  Boleh tak jangan nak jaja muka comel kau dan cerita kasi cepat selesai? Aku tak hadap. Boleh tak? Kang ada yang kena sumbat dengan bulu kaki bulu dada ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drama basi lah ni. Ada sesiapa boleh tamatkan tak? Dah pukul 4 pagi ni. Aku dah ready nak masuk tidur mimpi makan ayam penyet dengan Heath Ledger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4920739998250044008?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4920739998250044008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4920739998250044008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/penghujung.html' title='Penghujung'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4590263715131009519</id><published>2010-05-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:10:21.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Ingrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="345" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSRdGe_-WFo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSRdGe_-WFo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's over. You can all go home. It's over. So over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boleh kata minggu ni nyawa aku hilang. Kalau nak guna bahasa kasar sikit, aku mati. Akal aku mati. Hati aku yang batu ni pun mati. Hidup tak keruan. Makan minum aku tak jaga, tidur memang tak cukup. Aku paranoid. Sedih tak bertempat, update status gila gampang dalam facebook dan twitter, tarik perhatian orang nak bagitau satu dunia life aku ribut, tak aman. Rasa kurang siuman, kurang perhatian, sangat kurang kasih sayang. Rasa tenggelam. Aku paranoid. Like she said. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He's gone. I'm free. Damn it&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;Setiap detik otak aku ni tak henti fikir apa salah yang aku dah buat sampai kena tanggung azab teruk macamni? Apa dosa aku buat pada kau? Apa semua ni? Permainan apa kau nak cuba main? Eksperimen apa yang kau cuba buat? Apa yang kau nak buktikan? Kalau aku tak cukup bagus untuk kau, cakap. Jangan simpan. Kau cakap, kau tak rugi. Kau luah lah segala perasaan, segala tak puas hati. Aku terima. Itu hak kau untuk suka atau tak. Kau tak salah dan aku tak salahkan. Tak perlu kecah-kecah nak sembunyi lari sana sini sanggup nak jauhkan diri. Tak profesional, sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang ni, aku cuma paranoid. Paranoid macam bakal pengantin atas ni. Ditinggalkan tanpa sebab. Kau pergi tanpa sebab. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He's gone. I don't think he's gone. His stuff is still here&lt;/span&gt;. Aku cuma perlukan penjelasan. Senang kan? Tak banyak aku demand. Tak layak aku nak demand. Aku cuma mintak satu je. Penjelasan. Kalau sahih sangat la yang aku ni salah, aku minta maaf dari atas sampai ke bawah sebab tak mampu jadi yang terbaik, termampu dan terbest dalam hidup kau. Jalan penyelesaian? Kau pilih mana yang elok. Fikir masak-masak. Aku ingatkan lagi sekali, kau tak rugi apa-apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's over. You can all go home. It's over. So over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that I know is I'm breathing. All I can do is keep breathing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's gone. I'm free&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-4590263715131009519?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4590263715131009519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4590263715131009519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-ingrid.html' title='Thank you Ingrid'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3768384049120762178</id><published>2010-05-24T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:14:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; I ; Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWdrO4BoCu8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWdrO4BoCu8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone told me I should take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caution when it comes to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did, I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you were strong and I was not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My illusion, my mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was careless, I forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now when all is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have gone and so effortlessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can go ahead tell them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell them all I know now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shout it from the roof top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write it on the sky love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All we had is gone now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell them I was happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my scars are open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell them what I hoped would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falling out of love is hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falling for betrayal is worst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broken trust and broken hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking all you need is there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Building faith on love is worst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empty promises will wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know (i know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And know when all is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you're done with embarrassing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On your own you can go ahead tell them&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: right;"&gt;A song that would make me cry at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm sorry for being a pathetic bastard these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3768384049120762178?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3768384049120762178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3768384049120762178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-i-impossible.html' title='You &amp; I ; Impossible'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2298190553016432147</id><published>2010-05-23T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:07:29.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So basically</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is pretty awesome at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My major stress month is over. I'm so done with MUET and a bit satisfied with the test. Studying MUET was under way and on schedule, as always. Haha (no way! what?!). We'll see how it goes when the results come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I barely can smell the Triple Play. *smiled smugly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2298190553016432147?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2298190553016432147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2298190553016432147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-basically.html' title='So basically'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4671530686109176501</id><published>2010-05-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T05:21:37.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S_UdsaCPLuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ESHb37r-Zb4/s1600/famizawinjoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S_UdsaCPLuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ESHb37r-Zb4/s400/famizawinjoy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473313570878861026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Famiza.Awin.I&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;Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gave me life direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A game show love connection, we can't deny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so obsessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey soul sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you move ain't fair you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heeey heeeey heeeeey &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Bestfriend today, tomorrow, forever&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="font-size: 16px; "&gt;*hugs*&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/8129478072808920482-4671530686109176501?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4671530686109176501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4671530686109176501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S_UdsaCPLuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ESHb37r-Zb4/s72-c/famizawinjoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-217370608508936675</id><published>2010-05-17T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:03:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A &amp; G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rs germ pun ada. Bil dh bagi izin una baran kita, tpi tak pndai nak jaga. Bila nk mintak beli yng baru, macm macam alasn la bagi kata boleh pakai lai la, boleh surf internet lgi la sebab tak rosak. Saja nak sedapkan hati la tu kn? Ditambah plk denan masalh bateri yang macam bengon asyik kena pakai power nk kena charge selalu. Kalau nak guna outdoor pun sush la kalau kat luar tu takde suis nak plug wayar benda ni. Dahtu nak tunggu benda ni meletup ke baru nak ganti yang bru? Selalu je sakit hati kalau nak menaip, ada je nak kena betulkan ayat. Bazir msa tau tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay enough with the drama. Aku minta maaf sangat kalau ada yang sakit hati baca ayat tak cukup korum aku ni. Kalau korang perasan, banyak ayat di atas yang hurufnya tak cukup A &amp;amp; G kan? Bukan la aku saja saja nak buat. Tapi sekarang ni keypad A &amp;amp; keypad G laptop favourite aku ni dah jahanam. Anak buah aku punya kerja lah ni rasanya. Entah apa dia buat sampai tercabut keypad ni. Nak pasang balik pun tak boleh sebab dah memang tercabut dari keyboard laptop ni. Tak syiokk dah lepas ni nak menaip laju macam kilat sebab masa banyak dibazirkan asyik betulkan ayat tak cukup korum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tsk. Pft. Hmph. @!#$%^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapikan, kalau ada rezeki Mak I izinkan untuk tukar laptop baru, I nak je pakai Sony &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?q=vaio&amp;amp;imgurl=http://laptoping.com/wp-content/sony_vaio_cr.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://laptoping.com/sony-vaio-cr.html&amp;amp;usg=__KiT1_u9A0nJzbn3biy5IdcuhLRU=&amp;amp;h=341&amp;amp;w=480&amp;amp;sz=15&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=Zt_5knPoS5GmNM:&amp;amp;tbnh=92&amp;amp;tbnw=129&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dvaio%26start%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;start=29&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;tbs=isch:1"&gt;Vaio&lt;/a&gt;. Masa study di Cyberjaya lagi dah berangan nak pakai Vaio. Selalu kalau study dalam library, I tengok ramai je students guna Vaio. Tak tau la samada diorang ni nak bermegah guna laptop Vaio atau brand Sony ni memang bagus betul? Tapi kalau takde rezeki nak pakai Vaio sebab harganya yang sumpah-mahal-nak-mampus-kalah-gaji-mingguan-aku, I guna Dell atau stay dengan brand lama Acer pun kira jadi lahhh. Asalkan keyboard-nya sempurna, battery pun takde masalah asyik kena plug-in 24 jam, tak cacat macam laptop favourite I sekarang ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suck-up time  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-217370608508936675?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/217370608508936675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/217370608508936675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/g.html' title='A &amp; G'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4856768078855095096</id><published>2010-05-15T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:56:00.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Every single emotion can be fit into less than a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Overload;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been my day. Now, if you don't know me well, it might not make my point as well, but if you know me and the way I tend to think and react, it will make perfect, chaotic sense.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4856768078855095096?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4856768078855095096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4856768078855095096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/fact.html' title='Fact'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3838139850308769286</id><published>2010-05-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:29:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience or does He give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does He give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings or does He give them opportunities to love each other?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Evan Almighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...one of the best movie quotes I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3838139850308769286?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3838139850308769286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3838139850308769286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/request.html' title='A request'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-728757639035077673</id><published>2010-05-12T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:13:19.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 weeks since my last update. That's a new world record! Haha. Seriously, I don't have any idea what I should post. But as requested by my dearest &lt;a href="http://umimarsella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Umi&lt;/a&gt; asking to update my blog, I'll see what I can do, try to at least find some ideas what to post, LATER. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: Big congratulations to &lt;a href="http://fadzilnawawi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paje&lt;/a&gt;! Finally you have your own blog. Paje's Point of View, I ♥ that! The template is definitely absolutely 100% friggin cool and the headline, 'The price of being stupid', sounds a bit sophisticated but still, I love it. Welcome to the club bebeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-728757639035077673?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/728757639035077673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/728757639035077673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4352772447346715405</id><published>2010-04-29T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T05:47:17.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lupa I dah 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="274"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zuiC4qrzz60&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zuiC4qrzz60&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="274"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang I hidup, I dikelilingi manusia yang kebanyakkannya sedang atau pernah terlibat dalam hubungan dan percintaan, samada yang normal mahupun tidak. Dan juga sepanjang I hidup, I tak pernah terlibat dalam sebarang hubungan dan percintaan, samada yang normal mahupun tidak. Kadang-kadang I rasa diri I ni rugi sangat, tertinggal banyak pengetahuan pasal hubungan dan pengalaman untuk bercinta. Keluar dengan mereka yang masing-masing berpasangan, buat I tertinggal jauh di belakang dan rasa tenggelam. Rasa sunyi tak berteman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tak boleh cakap banyak, sebab I sendiri pilih cara macamni, untuk rasa tenggelam jauh tercicir di belakang. Mungkin I tak sedia lagi, dan boleh jadi mungkin I rasa terlibat dalam suatu hubungan atau percintaan adalah sesuatu perkara yang sia-sia. Penceraian, pergaduhan &amp;amp; pertengkaran. Perkara yang I paling takut nak hadapi, dan seboleh-bolehnya I nak lari, lari sejauh-jauhnya dari terlibat dalam segala situasi negatif macamni. Sampai sekarang I tak boleh nampak betapa indahnya untuk bercinta. I tak boleh rasa lagi betapa gila untuk bercinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kadang-kadang, rasa sunyi tu datang tiba-tiba buat I jadi emosi. Emosi bila dapat tahu sepanjang 21 tahun I hidup, I tak pernah bahagia. Sepanjang 21 tahun I tersedar yang I tak pernah ada teman istimewa untuk kongsi masalah, teman istimewa untuk bergaduh manja, teman untuk keluar tengok wayang sama sama. I rasa rugi dalam banyak perkara. Orang lain pernah bercinta, sampai sanggup buat benda gila. Bertengkar hal remeh-temeh sampai tak makan seminggu, emosi jadi tak tentu, hati tak keruan, satu kerja tak jalan. Kalau boleh I nak jadi gila dan rasa apa yang orang bercinta rasa. I nak rasa bagaimana buat kerja gila sebab bercinta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi I juga rasa bertuah, sebab teman sekeliling I kebanyakkannya banyak kongsi cerita, banyak kongsi segala pengalaman dan masalah dalam menjalinkan hubungan. Bila mereka bermasalah, I banyak tolong mereka dari segi beri nasihat dan pendapat. Dari situ, timbul satu proses, proses pembelajaran bagi kedua-dua pihak. Belajar untuk jadi lebih baik, lebih toleransi dan pada masa yang sama merapatkan lagi hubungan bagi orang yang tak berteman macam I, dengan teman-teman sekeliling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rasa I dah komited untuk bercinta. Dah sedia nak bagitau satu dunia siapa si teman istimewa. Dah sedia nak buat kerja gila. I tak mahu beri harapan yang sangat tinggi pada semua. Cuma, dalam hati I ni masih lagi simpan satu rahsia, yang kamu semua takkan percaya akibatnya. Teman-teman yang tahu, simpan saja dalam hati. Tak perlu kecah-kecah. I sendiri dah pilih jalan macamni. Cuma doakan saja lah supaya I terus bahagia. Biarlah di akhir hari I terima padahnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I harus belajar untuk jadi lebih jujur dengan rakan-rakan, teman-teman, semua manusia di sekeliling. Mungkin Mika boleh tolong. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4352772447346715405?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4352772447346715405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4352772447346715405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-lupa-i-dah-21.html' title='I lupa I dah 21'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2770948139345433672</id><published>2010-04-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:00:06.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while I haven't upload any posts. For the first time in my life, I don't have the mood to update my blog, because I just don't feel like it. Besides, nothing bizarre had happened to me lately. I guess it's a good thing, yes? Alhamdulillah. Ayah is off to Makkah for couple of weeks. My MUET test is this coming Saturday, 24th April. Seriously people, I am not ready to sit for the examination, still. I play a lot, keep fooling myself around, I can't concentrate studying, and I barely can look at that exercise book for more than 10 minutes. Ya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though they said the exam is easy, and I have nothing to worry about, but still, deep inside my heart, indeed I am worried and depressed because I don't have the confidence and my head is empty. I don't know what am I going to write for the writing exam, I don't know what am I suppose to read for the reading exam, and seriously I don't know what should I listen to for the listening test. My head feels numb. Is this a good thing? Blegh. Wish me luck for my MUET dolls. I need luck!  I really appreciate your support, so thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to miss you Ayah. May you have a safe flight and stay healthy while you are away. Keep praying for your son so that he is filled with confidence and strength to take the test easily. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2770948139345433672?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2770948139345433672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2770948139345433672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/wisdom-where-are-you.html' title='Wisdom where are you?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3116182459565717473</id><published>2010-04-10T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:46:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rasa nak terbelahak isi perut ni bila bercerita tentang kakak atau abang angkat. Mungkin masa zaman sekolah menengah dulu, trend macam ni memang sangat popular di kalangan junior dan senior. Kononnya kita yang junior ni boleh berlagak bagus sebab ada abang dan kakak senior yang hebat. Dan aku, Joy Kaligula Zakaria, merupakan salah satu 'junior yang berlagak bagus sebab ada abang dan kakak senior yang hebat'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita rasa selamat. Tak hairan kalau ada orang nak buli masa rehat atau masa balik sekolah, sebab mereka yang bergelar abang dan kakak angkat ni boleh tolong kita. Aku mengaku, aku ada abang dan kakak angkat yang tak terkira bilangannya masa zaman sekolah menengah. Ada yang boleh diharap, dan ada yang tak. Tapi jangan salah anggap. Persepsi aku, aku rasa untung sebab ada banyak abang dan kakak angkat sebab mereka banyak ajar aku senang susah hidup, banyak tolong masa aku jatuh. Tapi macam aku kata tadi, bukan semua boleh diharap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook, Yahoo Messenger, Myspace dan Twitter sangat membantu. Alhamdulillah, ada di antara kami yang masih lagi berhubung. Ada juga di antara mereka yang sudah mendirikan rumah tangga, hidup bahagia dengan orang yang tersayang. Aku boleh kata, mereka yang masih berhubung ini boleh diharap. Mereka ni lah yang banyak tolong aku masa susah. Aku doakan yang terbaik untuk mereka, sentiasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi, untuk mereka yang tak boleh diharap, yang tahu pijak kepala bila dah senang, tak pernah nak tolong masa aku susah, aku rasa nak tikam je manusia macam mereka ni. Rasa menyesal pun ada. Tapi apa boleh buat? Aku kan  'junior yang berlagak bagus sebab ada abang dan kakak senior yang hebat'. Aku perlu belajar dari segala kesilapan lampau.  Kalau ada kawan kawan aku yang tegur "Ehh, tu bukan abang/kakak angkat kau ke. Tak nak tegur?", kadang kadang rasa malu juga nak mengaku, sebab yang ditunjuk itu jenis yang tak boleh harap. Jadi, aku cuma kata "Err, nahh. Dia cuma senior zaman sekolah menengah aku je.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3116182459565717473?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3116182459565717473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3116182459565717473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha.html' title='Hehe ;)'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2902844988036585218</id><published>2010-03-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:09.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs462.snc3/25392_1306242494549_1185132337_30826268_8174078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 465px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs462.snc3/25392_1306242494549_1185132337_30826268_8174078_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 3 years now we've been knowing each other. I am very fortunate to know such a wonderful, kind-hearted, nerdy geeky but gilaaa pandai person like you. Ingat lagi masa semester 1, kita tersangat lah rapat. Kan? Pergi kelas sama-sama, makan tengahari sama-sama, berkampung dalam library buat final project sama-sama, buat kerja gila tangkap gambar macam psychopath masa semua orang takde dalam kelas pakai webcam sama-sama, segalanya sentiasa bersama. That moment, was 1 of the best moment I ever had in my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun lepas semester 1 kita dah jarang bersama, tapi itu tak bermakna kita dah lupa masing-masing. Iya lah, semua ada cita-cita sendiri, minat sendiri. Tapi Alhamdulillah, tak sia-sia kita usaha kerja keras gigih belajar, kita dah lulus. I am very proud, happy to see you and the other friends receiving the scroll and award on stage. We have worked hard for the past 3 years, and we deserve to be on that stage. It has been an amazing journey for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at you now! Rezeki mencurah-curah. Sekarang dah gembira menjadi isteri orang. Tak tergambar perasaan dalam hati ni. Hanya tuhan saja yang tahu. Nak susun 10 jari minta maaf, minta maaf, minta maaf sebab tak dapat hadir di hari bahagia persandinganmu. My schedule's quite hectic and caught up with some huge bullshit, yang sememangnya tak dapat nak dielakkan. Minta maaf. Tak dapat nak bergambar dengan pengantin baru. Sob :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still, thank you so very much for the invitation. I'm flattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma dapat doakan kebahagian kau dan pasangan dari jauh. Semoga berbahagia hingga ke akhir hayat. Semoga persahabatan kita juga akan berkekalan hingga ke akhir hayat. Semoga diberkati, dirahmati dan dimurahkan lagi rezeki, cepat-cepat dapat baby. Hehe. It's a wonderful blessing to know you, Liyana Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru, belated :') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ikhlas dari kawan se-foundation mu, Joy Zakaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2902844988036585218?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2902844988036585218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2902844988036585218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-from-heart.html' title='Letter from the heart'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7891251438445826425</id><published>2010-03-30T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:30:39.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musibah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mungkin ada hikmah kenapa semalam aku kepingin nak dengar lagu Mulan Jameela - Lagu Sedih. Petang tadi, 2 berita yang sememangnya sangat kurang enak untuk didengar sampai ke telinga aku. Aku sebak, lidah kelu tak terkata, otak rasa kosong tak boleh nak berfikir. Aku insaf sekejap. Aku hanya ingat Tuhan untuk kumpul balik semangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pemergian tunang kepada Nurul Badriyah Ali, kawan gaduh aku masa sekolah rendah, Darjah 4. Pemergiannya sungguh tragis, kemalangan jalan raya melibatkan motosikal dan kereta, mungkin. Sedih bila dapat tahu Badriyah tak dapat balik Malaysia sebab dia sedang melanjutkan pelajarannya di Morocco. Tak dapat jumpa arwah tunangnya untuk kali terakhir. Aku cuma boleh berdoa dari jauh je untuk kau Badriyah. Segala yang terjadi ada hikmahnya. Aku harap kau sabar dan tabah menghadapi ujian ini. Aku kenal kau sebagai seorang sahabat yang kuat &amp;amp; tenang menghadapi apa jua situasi. Kuatkan semangatmu untuk tempuhi hari-hari mendatang. Mudah-mudahan rohnya dicucuri rahmat dan ditempatkan dikalangan orang-orang yang beriman. &lt;i&gt;Thanks Farisha Assila for sharing this with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nur Nazihah jiran fasa 7, juga kawan masa sekolah rendah, sedang tenat di ICU Hospital Serdang. Sudah masuk hampir 3 minggu koma. Dapat tahu dari Ain Ahmad, juga jiran fasa 7. Ain kata, masa di Korea lagi dah mula tenat, then parents dia fly ke Korea nak bawa balik Nazihah ke Malaysia. Mula-mula susah sikit nak bayangkan mukanya, tapi nama masih ingat. Bila check di Facebook, memang kenal. Kawan yang paling manja, lemah-lembut bila berkata, sopan-santun dalam segala kerja. Ya Allah, apa dah jadi Nazihah? Virus dah infect otak sampai ahli keluarga kata Nazihah dah mula hilang ingatan, dah mula lupa semua benda yang jadi di sekeliling, dah mula lupa semua orang di sekeliling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekali lagi hati yang fragile ni sebak. Aku cuma mampu berdoa yang terbaik untuk semua agar sentiasa tabah, sihat selalu. Apa yang jadi, mesti ada hikmahnya dan mungkin suatu hari kelak, Allah akan gantikan dengan lebih baik, insyaAllah.  Semoga ar-rahim disisi kita semua, sentiasa. Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7891251438445826425?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7891251438445826425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7891251438445826425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/musibah.html' title='Musibah'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6454448893596515902</id><published>2010-03-26T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:09:44.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitpenang.gov.my/portal3/images/stories/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.visitpenang.gov.my/portal3/images/stories/earth-hour.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, March 27 2010, 8.30 pm - 9.30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can really feel the temperature increased wayyy dramatically for the last few weeks. That makes Malaysia hot, very hot even at night! It's so not cool to wake up in the middle of the night when you can fell you body is dehydrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, don't forget to participant and give your 100% support. Let's paint the night black. Turn off all the light and other electrical appliances to raise awareness towards the need to take action on climate change&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;. It's only for 1 hour. You've got nothing to lose. &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/8129478072808920482-6454448893596515902?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6454448893596515902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6454448893596515902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heart-nature.html' title='I heart Nature'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7870967539330115244</id><published>2010-03-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:56:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ain't Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S6kUPD1YqeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vlbNIJrY6c4/s1600-h/kryptonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S6kUPD1YqeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vlbNIJrY6c4/s320/kryptonite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451911072868510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody seems to walk out on me lately. In other words, I was ditched! Again, I don't know what went wrong, and I don't know what are the friggin causes. I don't understand why people can do such things. It's like, I'm a Kryptonite to them. I can weaken those who stands so close to me and I can kill them instantly. It's like, I'm a very dangerous threat to another human being. This is another stupid issue that I can't accept in life. This is another stupid reason why people tend to walk out on me willingly, freely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those who stays, still, thank you so very much. I really appreciate for what you have done so far to highlight my life. You dolls are my life. But it's difficult to be me, always. Everything's never enough. Now I need magic. I need patience and perseverance. I need resistance. Where's my pills? I need my pills, happy pills, doink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7870967539330115244?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7870967539330115244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7870967539330115244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-aint-kryptonite.html' title='I Ain&apos;t Kryptonite'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S6kUPD1YqeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vlbNIJrY6c4/s72-c/kryptonite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6044594122376321975</id><published>2010-03-19T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:07:27.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbelahak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nak bercerita sikit kes-kes yang membuatkan aku berdekah ketawa sampai pecah perut guling-guling atas lantai macam tapir kena geletek depan khalayak ramai di kedai makan. Harap maklum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kes 1&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dua orang lelaki dalam perjalanan dari Kota Bharu, Kelantan menuju ke Kuala Lumpur . Mereka menunggang motosikal dengan laju kerana hari makin gelap. Akibat terlalu laju, setibanya mereka di kawasan bukit, motosikal yang mereka naiki tidak dapat dikawal dan akhirnya terjunam. Orang ramai yang menyaksikan kejadian terus menelefon polis. Selang beberapa minit kemudian polis tiba untuk mendapatkan keterangan dari mangsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P : Adik tak apa-apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A : Sakik hangak. Terjune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P : Ambulans akan tiba tak lama lagi. Boleh saya dapatkan nombor plat motor adik? Kami cuma dapat cebisan depan nombor plat je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A : Duo duo tujo ne (2276)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P : Ya, saya tau. Dua dua terjunam. Kami nak dapatkan nombor plat adik je. Sila beri kerjasama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A : Duo duo tujo ne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P : Iya dik. Sila bawak bersabar. Saya tahu dua-dua terjunam. Ambulans akan tiba tak lama lagi untuk beri bantuan. Kami perlukan nombor plat adik sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A : duo.....duo...tujo ne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P : Ye dik, pihak polis sedang berusaha  cari kawan adik yang terjunam tu. Saya tanya sekali lagi, apa nombor plat motosikal adik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A : !@#%^(*&amp;amp;$!%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kes 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seorang Wak dari Jawa baru saja tiba untuk berjumpa dengan kawannya. Tidak lama kemudian, kawannya bercadang untuk membawa Wak ke pameran kereta mewah di Kuala Lumpur dan bermurah hati untuk membelikan Wak sebiji kereta untuk kegunaannya di negara ini. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;K : Wak pilih nak kereta apa. Saya belikan untuk Wak, Wak boleh bawa kereta jalan-jalan satu bandar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;W : Waksegen (Volkswagen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;K : Wak jangan segan segan sama saya Wak. Wak pilih je kereta apa Wak nak bawa. Saya tak kisah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;W : Waksegen, waksegen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;K : Wak, kita sudah kenal lama kan Wak. Itu pun mau segan sama saya. Pilih saja Wak nak kereta apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;W : Waduhh, waksegen, waksegen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;K : Ohh, Volkswagen. Kenapa Wak tak bilang awal awal tadi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;W : Dari tadi Wak udah bilang waksegen, waksegen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mari kita gelak ramai-ramai. Hahahahaha. All Hail Joy makin lama makin merepek. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6044594122376321975?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6044594122376321975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6044594122376321975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/terbelahak.html' title='Terbelahak'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5411558631727781818</id><published>2010-03-16T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:33:15.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely a very appropriate song to reflect my heart at this point. More or less I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j82FBbgpUy4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j82FBbgpUy4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5411558631727781818?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5411558631727781818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5411558631727781818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-distance.html' title='Long Distance'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3928462583513198300</id><published>2010-03-11T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:46:05.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naif Kreatif Kelakar Bodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gigih kemas bilik harini. Padahal baru baik demam, badan pun tak kuat nak berlasak-lasak. Setelah sekian lama bilik ni terbiar dan ditinggalkan, elok la kemas buang segala habuk dan sampah. Dalam tengah kemas ni, terjumpa satu kotak. Satu kotak yang dah lama aku tak tinjau. Bila buka, ter-flashback zaman sekolah dulu. Zaman bodoh dan naif. Aku ingat lagi. Segala resit resit, kad -kad raya yang aku dapat, aku simpan dalam kotak tu. Dari resit Levis aku yang pertama, hinggalah resit ke Genting. Naif sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku leka sekejap. Buang masa tengok balik segala khazanah yang ada dalam kotak tu. Resit kotak tu pun aku simpan. Mahal, sebab beli dekat Parkson KLCC. Haha. Korek punya korek, jumpa patung mini jeans Jaja buatkan untuk aku dari jeans recycle dia. Masa tu zaman dia tengah ligat aktif dengan mesin jahit mak dia. Semua baju &amp;amp; seluar yang tak pakai aku bagi dia, dan dia jahitkan. Kreatif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi berdekah bila baca kad-kad raya yang aku dapat dari kawan-kawan masa sekolah dulu. Penggunaan ayat masa tu sangat lah kelakar. Memang sesuai la dengan imej budak sekolah yang lurus bendul. Masa tu, semangat lagi ramai ramai keluar pergi kedai buku Popular fasa 1 borong kad-kad raya &amp;amp; beli setem. Luah segala isi hati dan jenaka dalam kad raya. Seronok! Tapi sekarang, memang dah kurang sikit mood nak hantar kad raya ni. Masing-masing dah ada handphone, Facebook dan e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rindu Syafiq Sofian. Rindu Nadiah Liyana Md Kudus (jangan ejek. Dosa!). Rindu Fifilora Idris. Rindu Zahidatul Husna. Rindu Ariffah Mokhtar. Rindu Shahida Anas. Rindu geng-geng penghantar kad raya. Sob. Okay, rasanya antibodi dalam badan makin lemah. Rasa nak demam balik. Demam rindu. Ada sesiapa boleh hulurkan ubat rindu? Terdesak ni. Tolong lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3928462583513198300?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3928462583513198300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3928462583513198300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/naif-kreatif-kelakar-bodoh.html' title='Naif Kreatif Kelakar Bodoh'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-1967516882479105544</id><published>2010-03-09T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:17:34.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello dolls. Wow! It has been a while since my last post. My apologize for hiding for a long time, a very long one. It's just that I have been ill for almost 8 days now but I'm recovering, and thank God it's not dengue, Alhamdulillah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't really myself last week, may be due to the drugs n pills the doctor gave me. So many calls I have rejected, and so many SMSes I do not replied. From the bottom of my heart, I'm truly madly deeply sorry. Like I said, I wasn't really myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many stories to tell, so many dramas to share. I'm seeking an appropriate time to tell. In a mean while, just wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-1967516882479105544?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1967516882479105544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1967516882479105544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6058112050468761503</id><published>2010-02-26T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:54:16.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renungan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang kita hidup, pernah kah kita terfikir bagaimana mulia dan bersihnya hati Nabi kita? Tetap senyum bila dibenci, tetap tenang bila dimusuhi, tetap membantu walaupun disakiti, berusaha menyeru walaupun diusir pergi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita sebagai Muslim sejati, kenapa kita mudah benci bila dikasari, mudah kecewa bila manusia sukar memahami, mudah terguris bila dinasihati? Mari kita bangun, bangkitkan diri agar segala yang indah-indah saja menghiasi seluruh peribadi, kerana qudwah kita adalah Nabi. Dan kerana itu lah sifat hamba Allah swt yang hakiki. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SALAM MAULIDUR RASUL 2010&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/8129478072808920482-6058112050468761503?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6058112050468761503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6058112050468761503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/renungan.html' title='Renungan'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4314501469349698870</id><published>2010-02-21T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:39:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Bullshi*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember everything, to a fault. Every word, every face, and all the good times, bad, and every damn harsh, unkind, and uncalled for things that I've ever said or done. I'm not a bad guy and in my life, I've tried so hard not to hold any grudges or anger. Most people I know actually like me, at least that's what they say? In return, I'll like them back for sure because they deserve to be liked. I'm always just a bit too emotional though and a little lost in my own head and heart. I always have this wanting on how things could be or should, and never content with how they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, content is mostly similar to boredom. I just  want everything more out of the world, my family, my friends, and mostly important, me! And the truth is, I'm the hardest one to get it from. I just don't understand this. Sometimes, things always get said from both sides, way worse than what the fight was about, which is nothing, really. I am not happy to say that, every human that exist in this world is just different. That's okay though. Sometimes I just want to push the disconnect switch, as if I can find one. Then I have been thinking a lot, come home and spend the precious time with family and friends, somehow I was  connected again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just don't want to turn it off anymore. Even though I'm still sad, but I will soak it in later on. To be a human, it's a trip. I will try to make it good, changing the world in little steps. &lt;i&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4314501469349698870?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4314501469349698870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4314501469349698870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/usual-bullshit.html' title='The Usual Bullshi*t'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8203299159946319741</id><published>2010-02-19T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:03:47.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8203299159946319741?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8203299159946319741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8203299159946319741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/think-deep.html' title='Think Deep'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2031743463995458321</id><published>2010-02-12T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:33:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S3Vpl1DSkWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/T-qC750gCmc/s1600-h/12022010457+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S3Vpl1DSkWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/T-qC750gCmc/s320/12022010457+ii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437368223736697186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat pertama kali aku tayang Uzair Fayyadh kat Al-Awwal Maju, kedai mamak 24 jam yang terkenal di Sri Gombak tu. Kiri kanan manusia tak berhenti sibuk perhati. Nak gelak, silakan la gelak. Aku peduli apa kan? Tak pernah tengok artis bawa anak buah  jalan dengan kawan kawan pergi lepak kedai mamak ke? Kesian lah. Aunty Ily dan Aunty Kym tak terlarat nak melayan dik non. Ini baru Al-Awwal Maju, kedai mamak 24 jam yang terkenal di Sri Gombak tau. Belum Metropolitan, MBO Galaxy, Pavilion mahupun KLCC lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harharhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2031743463995458321?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2031743463995458321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2031743463995458321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/milo-ice.html' title='Milo Ice'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S3Vpl1DSkWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/T-qC750gCmc/s72-c/12022010457+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7906316994340502600</id><published>2010-02-10T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:07:25.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatamorgana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mengingat-ingat masa lalu dan bersedih hati setiap masa kerananya, satu tindakan yang amat gila dan kurang waras. Betul kan? Tapi apa boleh buat? Ditinjau dari sudut akhlak, I manusia yang ada jiwa, yang ada hati dan perasaan. Bukan mudah untuk I lenyapkan awan-awan malapetaka yang tidak pernah kehabisan bencana. Bayang-bayang kebingungan dan kegelisahan tak pernah tersasar dari landasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau lah I ada kebolehan untuk mencipta sebuah lagu, I nak cipta satu lagu sedih, paling sedih mungkin. Nak tayang satu dunia, tunjuk pada semua orang yang hati ni terlampau sedih dengan kesialan-kesialan yang pernah dilakukan. Lebih elok lagi kalau I dapat suapkan cebisan-cebisan hati yang terseksa ni ke setiap mulut manusia, biarkan mereka tenggelam, diam seribu bahasa dan rasa apa yang I rasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makin lama I makin hanyut ke ruang pesimisme. Yang bagusnya, I nak lawan. Tak nak sembunyi sembunyi lagi dah. I nak cuba tangani kesedihan yang selalu sangat datang dalam hidup ni. I perlu fikirkan seluruh jalan penyelesaian bagi segala kegoncangan, rasa rendah diri, hilang kepercayaan dan segala kebingungan. I nak lupakan masa lalu dan semua kebodohan dan kegilaan yang telah berlaku. Yang pasti, jalan keluar sentiasa akan muncul, dan I cuma perlu menunggu. Kemungkinan yang berlaku tu ada manfaat dan mudarat untuk diri I. Sememangnya, dunia ini diciptakan macam ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sedarlah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7906316994340502600?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7906316994340502600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7906316994340502600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/fatamorgana.html' title='Fatamorgana'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8365124298426372869</id><published>2010-02-08T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:39:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan Nak Kata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seronok rasanya bila ada kawan yang kita boleh kongsi segala isu, pendapat &amp;amp; masalah terkini. Aku ni jenis yang tak suka baca surat khabar &amp;amp; tengok berita jam 8 malam. Kalau boleh tak nak ambil tau langsung. Kalau ada yang sudi nak bercerita, aku dengar, layankan dan bagi pendapat. Kalau takde yang nak bercerita, memang langsung tak update la minda ni. Tapi bila ada cerita gempar yang tarik perhatian semua manusia, yang buat aku excited nak tau sangat sampai korek kisah benar sampai ke lubang cacing, aku tanya pendapat yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku sms seorang kenalan masa aku pergi IIUM tahun lepas. Baik sangat orangnya. Peramah, penuh ilmu pengetahuan tentang Islam dan banyak kisah-kisah hidup yang menarik. Kalau aku ada masalah tentang ilmu agama, aku tanya dia sebab dia tak kedekut ilmu, sedikit sebanyak bagi aku nasihat, cadangan &amp;amp; pendapat. Tentang satu isu yang makin panas ni, aku sms dia lagi minta pendapat. Banyak yang kami bincang, banyak yang kami setuju, banyak yang tak setuju, dan akhirnya timbul satu persoalan samada isu ini berhak dikemukan semula atau tak. Bila fikir dalam-dalam &amp;amp; secara logik tak logik, aku tersedar sesuatu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam hidup ni, manusia sanggup buat macam-macam untuk menjatuhkan sesetengah pihak, hanya untuk kepuasan &amp;amp; kesenangan diri. Sepanjang 21 tahun aku hidup, rasanya dah tak terkira tangan ni nak bilang. Banyak sangat manusia bangsat cuba rosakkan hidup aku, porak perandakan masalah aku. Tapi aku bersyukur sebab sampai sekarang masalah aku ni tak sampai ke pihak mahkamah, keluar surat khabar &amp;amp; berita jam 8. Tak perlu nak bazir masa naik turun mahkamah. Tak perlu bazir masa lawat tempat kejadian, tunjuk demo depan khalayak ramai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuma dalam isu ni, aku sendiri boleh fikir secara logik. Buat pertama kalinya otak aku berfungsi. Haha. Bukan aku je, aku rasa semua manusia boleh fikir mana yang betul &amp;amp; mana yang salah. Aku tak sokong mana-mana pihak, dan aku tak mahu kata aku akan sokong mana-mana pihak. Cuma manusia sekarang dah pandai menilai. Jadi nilai la yang mana betul, yang mana salah. Yang mana bagi manfaat, yang mana bagi mudarat. Lagi lama disebut, lagi banyak orang naik menyampah sampai dah tak nak amik tau dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semoga Allah swt menjauhkan kita dari segala ujian berat sebegini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8365124298426372869?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8365124298426372869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8365124298426372869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/bukan-nak-kata.html' title='Bukan Nak Kata'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-69154000553840819</id><published>2010-02-01T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:29:27.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Needy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pink - Glitter In The Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Can you keep a secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-69154000553840819?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/69154000553840819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/69154000553840819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/02/feed-me.html' title='Feed Me'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5389331015744580098</id><published>2010-01-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:41:10.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup atau mati?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/joy_zakaria/IMG_2714ii-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab117/joy_zakaria/IMG_2714ii-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuma perlu pilih satu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Berjaya atau gagal? Mara ke depan atau belakang? Kongsi atau simpan? Serang atau diam? Tambah atau kurang? Sehari atau setahun? Sahabat atau musuh? Jawapan atau soalan? Susah atau senang? Sesak atau lapang? Semalam atau esok? Realiti atau mimpi? Kenyataan atau perasaan? Kalah atau menang? Aman atau perang? Pengalaman atau kepakaran? Aku buntu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku perlukan dorongan &amp;amp; sokongan. Semoga Ar-Rahim sentiasa disisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5389331015744580098?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5389331015744580098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5389331015744580098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/hidup-atau-mati.html' title='hidup atau mati?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8177159167498131919</id><published>2010-01-24T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:30:47.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keciwa &amp; ditinggalkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dumped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Uji Rashid - Ku Ingin Selalu Di Sampingmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila ada satu firasat yang muncul entah dari mana, datang dan serang ke dalam hati sedalam dalamnya dan mengajar diri ini untuk benci dan terus membenci, jangan ambil jalan mudah untuk belajar menyukainya kembali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku cuma perlukan penjelasan saja. Bukan dua, bukan tiga, cuma satu! Kenapa, kenapa &amp;amp; kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kuatkan lah aku. Aku insan yang lemah lagi hina sebenar-benarnya, yang sesat dan leka dalam realiti dunia. Payungilah aku dengan keredhaanmu. Berilah aku petunjuk, Ya Allah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8177159167498131919?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8177159167498131919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8177159167498131919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/keciwa-ditinggalkan.html' title='keciwa &amp; ditinggalkan'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7267780121186570229</id><published>2010-01-21T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:23:48.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah U Slee Ping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c55daaf3bdf70a61" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc55daaf3bdf70a61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330289291%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D664B4C7A76821480EB0D539B93576EB603A171D0.6BE9541101B77652992E0F7D48A80EC8D531B5B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc55daaf3bdf70a61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxkeN9GwcwvGwyr_VKEHnVxYrjFQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc55daaf3bdf70a61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330289291%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D664B4C7A76821480EB0D539B93576EB603A171D0.6BE9541101B77652992E0F7D48A80EC8D531B5B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc55daaf3bdf70a61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxkeN9GwcwvGwyr_VKEHnVxYrjFQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ada sesiapa yang boleh ajar aku, macam mana nak rotate video? Kalau takde, selamat menyenget. Anyway, agak agak anak buah aku ni ada harapan nak masuk Glee tak? Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7267780121186570229?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7267780121186570229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7267780121186570229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-u-lee-ping.html' title='Ah U Slee Ping'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6865380895386161887</id><published>2010-01-18T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:43:13.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still remember someone told me as the years roll by, life is to learn, introspect, fetch and extricate. As I grow, please understand that I am growing up and changing very fast. Help me explore my unique interest, talents, and potentials in order for me to be happy which I should deserve long time ago. I need to be me and not you or anybody else you want me to be. In any crisis, I only think that there are only two choices which are available and I have to choose one. To forgive and forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, two people walked out on me, again, and I simply forgive them. Forgiving isn't making the other person feel better, but it's making myself better. I take this as a learning process because I realize, I have less experience and there are so many things I have to explore. I know, people make mistakes. But one thing in my life that I won't be able to change, I may forgive my enemies but I never forget their names for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6865380895386161887?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6865380895386161887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6865380895386161887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-see-you.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2439901117132996293</id><published>2010-01-16T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:16:13.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of bunga telur &amp; bally shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1KpKNmUUjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xwnTOf2yWaw/s1600-h/IMG_3855+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427586493849031218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1KpKNmUUjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xwnTOf2yWaw/s400/IMG_3855+ii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took it all for granted, I'm sorry to say. This is no time for making enemy and I felt ashamed for what I had done. I don't have any excuses. I did what I did. I take full responsibility for myself and my actions. I wouldn't pawn this off on anybody. Just when I thought I have the strength to stand still and pretend like nothing had happened, I am terribly weak and I failed. Even when i thought I was coming to a decisive end of this friendship, strength came and catapulted me into a new place. Strength has been so plentiful. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah, syukur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2439901117132996293?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2439901117132996293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2439901117132996293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-bunga-telur-bally-shoes.html' title='of bunga telur &amp; bally shoes'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1KpKNmUUjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xwnTOf2yWaw/s72-c/IMG_3855+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7443045721606457912</id><published>2010-01-15T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:59:23.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Hujung Minggu 17hb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1CuX6MYWAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3yzuxX291Mw/s1600-h/Heidi-Spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427029276762855426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1CuX6MYWAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3yzuxX291Mw/s400/Heidi-Spencer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenapa pagi pagi buta macamni penyakit The Hills serang aku lebih-lebih? Drastik betul. Macam tau tau je hujung minggu ni ada 'Drama' besar akan disiarkan. Bercakap tentang The Hills ni, jalan ceritanya berkait rapat pulak dengan 'Drama' hujung minggu ni. Tetiba teringat scene Heidi &amp;amp; Spencer yang dah gatal sangat tak sabar nak kahwin, tapi masa yang sama ada konflik dengan Lauren sampai Lauren pun tak mau pegi wedding tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kan aku dah kata. Berkait rapat dengan 'Drama' hujung minggu ni kan? Mereka yang tahu cerita disebalik 'Drama' ni, diamkan saja mulut dan tak perlu beri nasihat bagai. Ini masa untuk aku luahkan segala perasaan benci dendam aku. Dendam sepanjang 1 tahun dia hilang, lenyap dari pandangan pinggirkan diri dari rakan rakan. Hati ni dah terlampau keras untuk bawa diri sampai dah boleh percaya yang aku buat satu kesilapan yang besar untuk buat kawan dengan jenis manusia yang tak reti malu, lupa diri tak kenang budi. Setahun tu bukan sekejap. Satu tempoh yang sangat lama sampai timbul pelbagai cerita dan rahsia. Banyak sangat konflik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427028181099465090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1CtYIh3yYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G3UmeLG4vcA/s400/heidi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aku macam biasa la jadi mangsa keadaan, sentiasa. Darah jantan ni ada masa membuak-buak tak henti fikir pasal 'Drama' yang bakal berlangsung hujung minggu ni. Daripada aku pergi dan tayang segala senyuman gelak tawa yang sememangnya semua orang akan tahu ianya palsu belaka, baik aku berkabung dalam rumah dan doakan yang terbaik. Kali ni nasib memang tak menyebelahi aku sebab aku tak boleh pakai mini dress, berkasut tumit 4 inci dan tak mampu beli Chanel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru, bedebah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7443045721606457912?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7443045721606457912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7443045721606457912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-hujung-minggu-17hb.html' title='Drama Hujung Minggu 17hb'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S1CuX6MYWAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3yzuxX291Mw/s72-c/Heidi-Spencer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6758655585825318614</id><published>2010-01-09T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:46:09.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0jU8FudBVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/I4H39ADzy7s/s1600-h/DSC_0089+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819879962019154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0jU8FudBVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/I4H39ADzy7s/s320/DSC_0089+ii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's devastating when I realize that I am blessed with the power to save what is loved by another but powerless to use this blessings for loving myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6758655585825318614?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6758655585825318614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6758655585825318614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-disappointment.html' title='Another Disappointment'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0jU8FudBVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/I4H39ADzy7s/s72-c/DSC_0089+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-506908154693336518</id><published>2010-01-07T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:03:57.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabu, MBO Galaxy Ampang, MYR5  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUDAH DITONTON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0ZFoSgF2JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kibDhEl17As/s1600-h/complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424099359677864082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0ZFoSgF2JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kibDhEl17As/s400/complete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AKAN DITONTON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424099931360503938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0ZGJkL2qII/AAAAAAAAAls/Ui2SmNFAqk8/s400/cominsoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARAPAN LA NAK TONTON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424100946739503890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0ZHEqxEoxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/YSfCvHyFRJ8/s400/muallaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak berkesampaian lagi nak tengok Muallaf. Damn! Susah la berkawan dengan orang yang tak layan cerita buatan Malaysia ni. Nak tengok sorang sorang, bosan la plak takde geng. Apa apa pun, kudos to Joy Zakaria sebab mengambil masa selama 2 jam untuk search poster-poster filem ini di internet dan copy+paste menggunakan Paint. Benda senang ni pun ambil masa 2 jam? Nampak sangat la aku ni lembap. Haha. Ohh lupa. Aku pakai Paint je sebab laptop aku takde Photoshop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keziann&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-506908154693336518?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/506908154693336518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/506908154693336518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/lagi-lagi-lagi.html' title='Rabu, MBO Galaxy Ampang, MYR5  =)'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0ZFoSgF2JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kibDhEl17As/s72-c/complete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5054451187721774584</id><published>2010-01-05T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:51:21.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teksi Maut untuk Si Cantik, boleh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjIErrcr75A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjIErrcr75A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejamkan mata. Tarik nafas sedalam dalamnya dan hembus perlahan-lahan. Lapangkan fikiran dan bayangkan diri ini sudah hilang kepercayaan terhadap semua benda di sekeliling. Bayangkan diri ini ditinggalkan, kosong tanpa sebarang kekuatan dan dorongan. Bayangkan diri ini membuat kesilapan bodoh berulang kali untuk satu jangka masa yang sangat lama. Bayangkan diri ini sanggup berkorban apa saja untuk hidup sempurna. Bayangkan darah yang mengalir dalam tubuh hina ni terhenti. Bayangkan jantung berdegup tiba tiba mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah pukul 1.30 pagi. Kenapa ni? Kenapa aku rasa macamni? Banyak sangat bayangan. Bedebah, tak boleh jadi. Aku benci keadaan ni. Adakah aku bermimpi? Tak boleh terima kenyataan dia pergi sudah membawa diri? Aku gelak, ketawa sendiri bila terikat pada janji. Terlampau sunyi untuk mati. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5054451187721774584?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5054451187721774584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5054451187721774584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/teksi-maut-untuk-si-cantik-boleh.html' title='Teksi Maut untuk Si Cantik, boleh?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6401510382657011438</id><published>2010-01-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:46:04.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3-year-old monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0LIXev3peI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J4z7b_kX83o/s1600-h/S+n+a+p1941+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117207023887842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0LIXev3peI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J4z7b_kX83o/s400/S+n+a+p1941+ii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UZAIR FAYYADH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at you now, all grown up. Everything you really needed to know you have learned from your &lt;em&gt;atok, wan, ummi, &lt;/em&gt;and your &lt;em&gt;acu. &lt;/em&gt;You are really lucky to have us who was around all the time and we are extremely happy to share a lifetime's worth of knowledge with you. We talk, we laugh, we cry. We do it all together as a family. A family full with strength and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's been pretty quiet on this end, hasn't it? I thought I'd wait until things are going to get better to share stories about Fayyadh's first week of school is going. It's hard living life as a complicated men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday my little monster, and Selamat Tahun Baru 2010 in advance too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6401510382657011438?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6401510382657011438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6401510382657011438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-3-year-old-monster.html' title='My 3-year-old monster'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/S0LIXev3peI/AAAAAAAAAlM/J4z7b_kX83o/s72-c/S+n+a+p1941+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7360350325854616140</id><published>2009-12-23T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:43:02.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann &amp; Auto Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5ojpbWL18/Sy75Itw12uI/AAAAAAAABEU/AoawGxOrAQs/s400/PC198362+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5ojpbWL18/Sy75Itw12uI/AAAAAAAABEU/AoawGxOrAQs/s400/PC198362+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry tuan kepada apekesni.blogspot sebab aku cilok gambar ni dari blog anda . Lagi pun gambar diatas ni kenalan aku, dan aku tak jahat sampai buang watermark tu ye. Lagi tolong promote ada la. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann, sungguh jelita anda sambil memegang sekotak biskut oat krunch tu yer. Minta maaf banyak sebab aku tak dapat datang bagi sokongan pada kau jadi show girl masa Auto Show di Bukit Jalil tempoh hari. Tapi bila dah tengok gambar diatas ni, lepas ni kau ajak aku kompem datang. Itu sudah pasti. Sebabnya, kalau datang boleh dapat makan biskut free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deyy. Jangan fikir bukan bukan haaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7360350325854616140?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7360350325854616140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7360350325854616140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/ann-auto-show.html' title='Ann &amp; Auto Show'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5ojpbWL18/Sy75Itw12uI/AAAAAAAABEU/AoawGxOrAQs/s72-c/PC198362+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3875898912965175652</id><published>2009-12-22T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:58:30.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Grammy Goes To..</title><content type='html'>Kadang-kadang, aku berangan cerita hidup aku ni seperti kronologi kejadian dari kisah The Hills mahupun Laguna Beach. Ke mana aku pergi, kat mana aku lepak, makan dan borak, ada kamera terpacak 7 kaki dari segala sudut untuk merakam segala aktiviti dan perbualan. Banyak sangat perkara yang selalu dibincangkan apabila kita manusia sudah mula bercerita dan mendengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam dalam The Hills mahupun Laguna Beach, mesti ada main character dan ekstra-ekstra nya. Aku si Protagonist, kawan-kawan sekeliling sebagai ekstra, dan manusia manusia lain sebagai Antagonist. Dalam literatur, maksud Antagonist disini ialah karakter yang melawan karakter utama, penjahat, seseorang yang sering menimbulkan cabaran dan masalah, sering menjadi pembuat onar sehinggakan si Protagonist terpaksa melalui kehidupan yang sangat dramatik. Betul la tu, aku setuju hangak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita berkongsi segala pengalaman yang telah kita sendiri lalui, tak kira samada ianya sedih, lucu, mahupun gembira. Aku seronok menikmati hal menarik yang aku nak kongsi pada orang lain. Bila bercerita, aku anggap sesebuah persahabatan itu lebih dekat daripada sekadar kenalan, dibandingkan dengan hubungan peribadi. Kau boleh bayangkan apa akan jadi kalau kau cerita pasal jantan/betina lain pada kekasih kau?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita mendengar, kita rasa seperti dihargai sebabnya mereka-mereka juga ada hasrat untuk berkongsi. Ada benda yang sedap dibawa ke telinga untuk bercerita, dan ada yang tidak. Kebiasaannya, kami bercerita tentang keseronokan hidup berstatus kan remaja. Cerita baik buruk orang lain memang selalu jadi topik utama. Sekaligus boleh buat aku hilang 2kg sebab gelak tak makan saman. Aduhai, dunia hiburan buat aku sungguh kejam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi entahlah. Berangan je aku ni. The Hills la, Laguna Beach la. Haktuih. Berangan nak jadi anak orang kaya bawa kereta mewah, makan tengahari di kafe mahal, candle light dinner dengan kekasih. Haktuih. Berangan kamera ada kiri kanan atas bawah. Haktuih. Tapi jangan pandang rendah pada aku. Aku bawa kereta ferrari dan baru-baru ni sambut hari lahir yang ke 20 dengan bestfriend yang sumpah aku tak tipu semuanya kaya-kaya belaka di TGI Fridays. Perlu ke haktuih? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haktuih kan aja, sebab berlagak anak orang kaya pula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3875898912965175652?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3875898912965175652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3875898912965175652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-grammy-goes-to.html' title='And The Grammy Goes To..'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6796047276975851102</id><published>2009-12-21T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:44:18.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Convert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SzBXMxTJLOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kLsygzcDeGE/s1600-h/muallaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417926228630383842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SzBXMxTJLOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kLsygzcDeGE/s400/muallaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cerita yang menimbulkan kontroversi kononnya filem ini mendukung prinsip Islam Liberal dan menggesa kita sebagai manusia untuk menyamakan agama. Satu Malaysia lempar kritikan demi kritikan. Semua orang bidas dan tak pasti apa tujuan dia mencipta filem sebegini? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muallaf, filem kelima arahan Allahyarham Yasmin Ahmad sudah dapat ditonton di Singapura tetapi belum di Malaysia. Hairannya, orang Singapura menyambut filem ini dengan begitu memberangsangkan dan tayangan hari pertama di negara itu penuh sesak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malangnya aku takda kawan yang duduk di Singapura. Kalau ada, mungkin aku boleh tanya apa yang istimewa sangat filem tu dan apa yang menyebabkan filem itu penuh sangat kontroversi sampai kena 'gam' kat sini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la. Selepas aku buat sedikit kajian and selidik sana sini, baru aku tahu kenapa cerita ini penuh kontroversi dan kononnya filem ini terus tersadai di LPF, dalam kata erti lain filem ini tidak diluluskan tayangannya di Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau benar lah filem ini mendukung prinsip Islam Liberal, maka elok sangat diharamkan saja tayangan di Malaysia. Aku tak mahu komen tentang tahap pengetahuan Islam seseorang dengan sesuka hati. Aku tak mahu ketengahkan isu-isu agama walaupun aku tahu itu merupakan salah satu punca yang menimbulkan kontroversi filem ini. Aku tak berani nak bercerita lebih sebab isu ini sensitif. Jadi, label lah aku ni sebagai jahil agama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada hikmah Tuhan cabut nyawa dia pada umur yang masih muda dan bertenaga. Tapi, aku sangat hairan dan tak berpuas hati! Kenapa bila tuan empunya diri yang mencipta filem ini dah meninggal dunia, baru semua sibuk nak tayang balik cerita ini kat Malaysia? Hanya disebabkan dia dah meninggal dunia, manusia-manusia yang bidas filem ni dah berlembut hati dan membuat keputusan untuk memberi penghormatan terakhir dengan cara, filem ini dijilat balik 'gam'nya dan akan ditayangkan tak lama lagi? Begitu caranya? Menyedihkan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Kalau begini la cara mereka, kita layan cerita Abdul Razak Mohaideen je lah sampai tua. Hehe. Apa-apa pun, aku memohon ribuan kemaafan jika pendapat aku ini banyak menyinggung banyak pihak. Semoga Allah swt mencucuri rahmat roh Allahyarham. Amin. Tak sabar nak tunggu hari Khamis, 24 Disember ni. Hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6796047276975851102?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6796047276975851102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6796047276975851102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/convert.html' title='The Convert'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SzBXMxTJLOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kLsygzcDeGE/s72-c/muallaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8009535796684136660</id><published>2009-12-13T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:01:42.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebab aku baik sangat lah!</title><content type='html'>Mungkin sebab selama 20 tahun aku hidup, aku sentiasa berusaha untuk buat baik dengan orang ramai dan mereka boleh nampak sifat mulia yang datang dari aku ni dan cuba mengambil kesempatan untuk ludah, pijak dan tikam aku dari belakang. Ini bukan kali pertama aku terkena, mungkin disebabkan aku punya ramai kawan. Aku tak salahkan mereka sebab  berkawan dengan orang yang menyedihkan macam aku. Tapi aku salahkan diri sendiri sebab tak berusaha untuk menjadi yang terbaik untuk mereka, jenis manusia yang berlagak bagus dan sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang banyak datang jumpa aku, cerita segala masalah-masalah bodoh dan kononnya mulut aku boleh hasilkan satu gulungan kertas terkandung segala jalan penyelesaian.  Atas dasar persahabatan, aku dengar dan fahamkan. Padahal, jauh dalam sudut hati, aku rasa nak lari. Kenapa aku perlu susahkan diri dengan segala masalah peribadi orang lain sedangkan masalah aku sendiri pun boleh buat aku separuh mati? Tapi aku tak berani. Kalau aku lari, orang kata aku hipokrit, lupa diri bila dah senang langsung tak pandang belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang sekeliling aku selalu pesan, "Berkawan, kawan dengan orang baik-baik aje". Aku tak pasti definisi 'baik' dalam kamus hidup aku dan orang sekeliling memberi makna yang sama atau tak. Dan ini merupakan salah satu cabaran yang aku rasa mustahil untuk aku buat. Sebabnya, aku ni baik sangat. Terlampau baik sampai berkawan dengan kaki judi, kaki arak, dan kaki kelab. Kalau dah betul si kaki judi, kaki arak, dan kaki kelab tu memang baik, apa kau nak buat? Nak tuduh sama aku ni jenis kaki judi, kaki arak dan kaki kelab sebabnya aku kawan dengan mereka-mereka ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang buat tahi macamnilah orang yang aku selalu sedekahkan kertas yang penuh dengan jalan penyelesaian. Aku terkena lagi, sebabnya aku ni baik sangat. Aku dah lali dengan tuduhan-tuduhan murah macamni. Sebab aku tahu aku siapa, aku datang dari mana, aku tahu apa yang aku buat &amp;amp; apa yang aku tak buat. Berkat doa ibu-bapa, kawan-kawan yang banyak pahala, dan keluarga yang lain. Daripada aku bermasam muka, aku tersenyum. Betapa Allah itu maha adil. Dia menggantikan sesuatu yang baik dengan yang lebih baik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, suka hati aku la nak kawan dengan siapa pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8009535796684136660?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8009535796684136660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8009535796684136660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/sebab-aku-baik-sangat-lah.html' title='Sebab aku baik sangat lah!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5385086237272004867</id><published>2009-12-07T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:03:31.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Current Feeling : Normal&lt;br /&gt;Current Song : Yassin - Nur Kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kulliyyah of Islamic Revealed Knowledge and Human Sciences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bachelor of Mass Communication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412490314874594930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sx0HQ8hXpnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/phKrPS370co/s400/07122009596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Welcome to the Garden of Knowledge and Virtue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Someday, InsyaAllah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5385086237272004867?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5385086237272004867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5385086237272004867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/afternoon-bliss.html' title='Afternoon Bliss'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sx0HQ8hXpnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/phKrPS370co/s72-c/07122009596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7486314405754177670</id><published>2009-12-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:01:14.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentari Pagi</title><content type='html'>Sedang nyenyak tidur, aku dikejutkan dengan satu SMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assalammualaikum wbt n salam sjahtera. Sukacita kami sekeluarga ingin menjemput tuan/puan ke Majlis Perkahwinan sy pada 27.12.09 btempat di Kompleks Muhibah MPS, Tmn Industri Bolton, Bt Caves. Dipohon jasa baik tuan/puan utk SMS alamat bagi urusan phantaran kad jemputan. Sekian terima kasih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, dia akan berkahwin tak lama lagi. Sudah hampir 6 tahun kami tidak bertemu selepas dia tamat zaman persekolahannya, akhirnya aku ada peluang untuk berjumpa dia dan bakal isterinya hujung bulan ni. Banyak sangat benda nak cerita. Mesti ramai kenalan-kenalan dia dari sekolah akan datang ke majlis tu nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa dia? Haha, kasi suspen sikit. Tunggu 27.12.09 nanti. Aku tangkap gambar banyak-banyak kasi post dalam blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruja, tak sabar &amp; seronok hangak! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7486314405754177670?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7486314405754177670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7486314405754177670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/mentari-pagi.html' title='Mentari Pagi'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-886812228578542251</id><published>2009-12-05T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:17:00.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Teristimewa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sxqc8aAhDxI/AAAAAAAAAks/ek7TtALgpFs/s1600-h/19112009491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411810463826644754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sxqc8aAhDxI/AAAAAAAAAks/ek7TtALgpFs/s400/19112009491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berlalulah hari demi hari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayunya hatiku ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Takku sangka kau disisi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baju kurung putih berseri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayu..(kaulah wanita)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayu..(kaulah satu bagi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semadikanlah selamanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang teristimewa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keayuanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaulah mawarku kaulah yang satu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memberikanku sebutir harapan keikhlasan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanpaku diriku tenggelam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siang malam ku, hanyut di dalam khayalan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak mudah kumelupakanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam dirimu penuh kelembutan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semakin hari makin rinduku padamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanpamu ku sayu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terkenang kembali sewaktu pertemuan dulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayunya senyumanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayunya sentuhanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semadikanlah selamanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang teristimewa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keayuanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-886812228578542251?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/886812228578542251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/886812228578542251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/12/yang-teristimewa.html' title='Yang Teristimewa'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sxqc8aAhDxI/AAAAAAAAAks/ek7TtALgpFs/s72-c/19112009491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2030490082383279613</id><published>2009-11-21T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:20:08.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komuniti</title><content type='html'>Aku ingatkan masa sekolah je boleh jumpa manusia yang jenis suka mengata jahat orang lain ni. Yelah, budak sekolah kan. Pergi sekolah pun kadang-kadang tak mandi pun takpe. Otak tak berkembang, tak matang lagi dan masih tak tahu apa maksud kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman universiti lagi bahaya. Klimaks kepada segala zaman. Pergi kelas kalau tak pakai apa-apa pun takpe. Zaman ni la kehidupan sosial menjadi-jadi. Remaja tersuap dengan kebodohan sendiri. Macam-macam ragam manusia kau boleh jumpa. Yang berlidah ular ada, berhati besi ada, tikam belakang depan kiri kanan pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan cepat terpedaya. Alam pekerjaan pun ada jenis manusia yang macamni. Banyak sangat kerja sampai tidur kat office pun takpe. Mereka sanggup melakukan apa sahaja untuk kepentingan diri dan juga hanya untuk berada di atas supaya mereka sentiasa dipandang tinggi. Masuk office orang ni, kau dengar cerita itu ini pasal A. Masuk plak office orang tu, kau dengar cerita itu ini pasal B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu risau.Apa yang aku cuba sampaikan ialah, kena pandai bawa diri. Kehidupan tak sentiasa indah seperti yang kita mahukan. Manusia dikurniakan otak untuk berfikir. Fikir mana yang baik dan mana yang buruk. Aku berkata-kata berdasarkan pengalaman, bukan mereka cerita macam sesetengah orang. Hati hati okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2030490082383279613?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2030490082383279613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2030490082383279613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/11/komuniti.html' title='Komuniti'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3547187557586194039</id><published>2009-11-19T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:14:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to so many 'you-don't-hear-this-from-me' stuff and it creeps the hell out of me. I wish it hadn't happened because I'll never be the same again. I still have a hard time trusting people. And so, everyday I would come home from work and proceed to tell my mother what happened in each class, between each classes, at lunch and after work. I would be urged to disclose what happened on the way to work and on the way home from work and up until the very second that I walked into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks in IIUM  was amazing. I have met so many new people and  learn new things and know how the process works. I might sounded cliche, but it's true! I also had the chance to meet some of my old friends from Hillcrest and we have talked so much almost about things that have changed our life over the past couple of years and making jokes even the clouds could hear us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3547187557586194039?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3547187557586194039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3547187557586194039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/11/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-1439430250307175433</id><published>2009-10-30T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:24:32.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be 20</title><content type='html'>Current Mood : Puzzled&lt;br /&gt;Current Song : Sara Groves - It's Going To Be Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately ni aku banyak post gambar je kan? Haha. Nampak sangat la malas nak menaip. First and foremost, for those who wish, I appreciate it very much and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, tahun ini aku diberi peluang oleh Allah swt untuk menyambut 30 Oktober sekali lagi. Seperti biasa, banyak suka dan duka telah aku lalui. Masalah demi masalah silih berganti. Tapi, itulah yang dikatakan kehidupan. Tahun ni banyak sangat perkara baru aku alami. Lagi-lagi bila aku dah mula merasa alam pekerjaan. Baru aku tau betapa azabnya bekerja untuk mencari rezeki. Memang penat, tapi besar pengertian dan pengalaman bagi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidup selama 20 tahun ni, aku boleh kata yang hidup aku sangat bahagia, walaupun tak sempurna.Aku bersyukur, sebab dilahirkan dari keluarga yang walaupun bukan dari golongan berada tapi alhamdulillah makan minum aku sentiasa terjaga, walaupun tidak dianugerahkan dengan otak yang cerdik tapi alhamdulillah dari semester ke semester result aku makin meningkat, walaupun ada masanya sering ditimpa kecelakaan tapi alhamdulillah semuanya dapat diatasi dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku perlu sedar, makin lama umur makin meningkat. Secara tak sengaja, fizikal &amp;amp; mental pun makin lama makin berubah. Mungkin dulu aku boleh layan cartoon network dari pukul 10 pagi hingga la ke 9 malam, tapi sekarang tanggungjawab aku makin lama makin banyak. T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak dinafikan, aku dah banyak berubah berbanding sebelum ini. Aku lebih matang, rasanya. Lebih memikirkan kesan dan akibat daripada perbuatan. Aku banyak belajar bahawa hidup ini tak selalunya adil. Tidak semuanya berlaku seperti yang aku harapkan sebabnya aku cuma insan biasa. Aku cuma merancang, tapi yang menentukannya ialah tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasihlah diatas ingatan anda semua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-1439430250307175433?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1439430250307175433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1439430250307175433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-20.html' title='to be 20'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2302942668444793619</id><published>2009-10-28T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:33:11.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SurMQDiFBvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ar9snpegtRA/s1600-h/26102009318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SurMQDiFBvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ar9snpegtRA/s400/26102009318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398351679555176178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa? Ingat artis Malaysia macam Intan Ladyana &amp;amp; Scha Al-Yahya je ker yang boleh berposing dalam kereta? Tak heran la. Aku pun boleh. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2302942668444793619?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2302942668444793619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2302942668444793619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/10/panas.html' title='Panas!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SurMQDiFBvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ar9snpegtRA/s72-c/26102009318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-86831005284615922</id><published>2009-10-20T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:59:23.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SuBxzYyToJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IhqBadb0964/s1600-h/02102009103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SuBxzYyToJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IhqBadb0964/s400/02102009103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395437481230573714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PAKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-86831005284615922?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/86831005284615922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/86831005284615922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One of Those Days'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SuBxzYyToJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IhqBadb0964/s72-c/02102009103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-648581796801832967</id><published>2009-10-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:34:50.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere to turn</title><content type='html'>Current Feeling : Begging&lt;br /&gt;Current Song : Goo Goo Dolls - I'm Still Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awkward moment for me when he suddenly came and joined us. We haven't contacted each other for a long time, a very long time I must say. I guess I could say that he was the one who started it. Don't tell me to forgive and forget because when you had a fight with your best friend because of money, IT IS SOMETHING! Maybe if I could look back and say, "This is the moment our friendship ended," I could repair it. But there wasn't a dramatic split. I made a choice, a step, a rip at a time, until I had walked away from him an move on with my life, my job and my friends. It's been that way ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things did not go back to normal, though. It seemed that fate had done a pretty good job of separating and ruining our friendship. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I grasped every memory, insignificant as some seemed, of my best friend and locked them into the big, empty space in my heart. I just wish he would realize it was his fault at the first place. I don't know what I expected. Maybe an apology or an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the awkwardness continues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-648581796801832967?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/648581796801832967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/648581796801832967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/10/nowhere-to-turn.html' title='nowhere to turn'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5407901690075642599</id><published>2009-10-16T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:33:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Lucky</title><content type='html'>I've just sync my MySpace account to my Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Loser kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5407901690075642599?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5407901690075642599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5407901690075642599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-feeling-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Lucky'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4268855968887631404</id><published>2009-10-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:46:21.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SuBunpiUcMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Up20fOIYUDo/s1600-h/stupida+ii+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SuBunpiUcMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Up20fOIYUDo/s400/stupida+ii+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433981033607362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I really need. Alhamdulillah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4268855968887631404?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4268855968887631404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4268855968887631404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/10/building-bridges.html' title='Building Bridges'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SuBunpiUcMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Up20fOIYUDo/s72-c/stupida+ii+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2975978793014184785</id><published>2009-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:08:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realiti</title><content type='html'>Nak bercerita tentang kawan-kawan yang dahulunya pernah berquote 'friends forever', 'friends forever' &amp;amp; 'friends forever' tak? Alahh! Benci. Rasa nak muntah pun ada la. 'friends forever' konon. Pergi mati lah! Yang dah berkekasih, sibuk dengan kekasih. Yang dah bertunang, sibuk dengan tunang. Tahniah, semoga hubungan kekal hingga ke hujung nyawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kalau bahagia pun, janganlah sampai lupa kawan-kawan. Aku benci betul. Dewasa ini, makin hari teman-teman makin dilupakan. Siap boleh buat quote baru 'Alahh, aku tak kisah kalau takde kawan. Sebab aku dah ada boyfriend/girlfriend'. Perangai macam ni, boleh pergi jahanam boleh tak? Sumpah seranah kau aku kerjakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahtu kalau kau mampus, kau nak harapkan kekasih yang kau tergila gedikkan tu gali liang lahad? Dia la tukang mandi tukang kapankan semua tu? Geram ni, geram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang nak aku reveal manusia2 ini, sila angkat tangan! Aku boleh reveal. Pergi mati la nak kecik hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2975978793014184785?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2975978793014184785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2975978793014184785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/09/realiti.html' title='realiti'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5700338874172855104</id><published>2009-09-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:06:27.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sr8FZgV1UoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Z38FQGQoD0A/s1600-h/092009100418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sr8FZgV1UoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Z38FQGQoD0A/s400/092009100418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386029615094780546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin. Semoga diberkati &amp;amp; dirahmati di bulan yang mulia ini =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual I was away to Malacca for celebrating Raya. 7 days staying at kampung was a blast! I had so much fun as we had so many activities done! We went to Cowboy Town at A'Famosa on the 2nd day, BBQ on the 3rd night of Raya, and I finally had the chance to watch a movie before I went back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to beraya in KL. We see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-5700338874172855104?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5700338874172855104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5700338874172855104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sr8FZgV1UoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Z38FQGQoD0A/s72-c/092009100418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6055998544261561923</id><published>2009-09-03T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:22:52.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belalang oh Belalang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sr8DvZ8PC_I/AAAAAAAAAjM/njxWHqTeHGA/s1600-h/eNO-PiC043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sr8DvZ8PC_I/AAAAAAAAAjM/njxWHqTeHGA/s400/eNO-PiC043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386027792310668274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. Bangga dapat bergambar dengan budak yang baru menang award kat Festival Filem Malaysia baru-baru ni. Jangan jeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jangan lupa untuk menonton 'Belalang Epik Anakanda Nujum Diraja' hanya di Astro Ceria saluran 611.&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/8129478072808920482-6055998544261561923?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6055998544261561923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6055998544261561923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/09/belalang-oh-belalang.html' title='Belalang oh Belalang!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sr8DvZ8PC_I/AAAAAAAAAjM/njxWHqTeHGA/s72-c/eNO-PiC043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-361964968623381671</id><published>2009-08-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:19:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>status</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like.... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHOAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been almost a month since my last post. What the heck. Working life have moved me far from my comfort zone, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;What have I missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the 6th day of puasa, and I hope it's not too late to wish all the Muslims, Happy Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this month bring you guys good health, prosperity, and happiness. May your life be filled with compassion and goodwill. May you be blessed in all your endeavors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-361964968623381671?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/361964968623381671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/361964968623381671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/08/status.html' title='status'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6042875879783652269</id><published>2009-08-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:27:55.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW Shorties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SnkVHY59-iI/AAAAAAAAAi8/d1Kv15Ved_I/s1600-h/BMW+Shorties+-+Gala+Premiere+Invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SnkVHY59-iI/AAAAAAAAAi8/d1Kv15Ved_I/s400/BMW+Shorties+-+Gala+Premiere+Invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366343647677512226" border="0" /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the first time we joined the BMW Shorties this year, thanks to Mr Faizul. Even though our short film aren't chosen to be joining with the other 9 finalist, at least we have the guts to submitted the entries and tried our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to Yasmin Ahmad. Thanks for the inspiration and mentorship. BMW Shorties wouldn't have happened without you. We the film makers pledge to continue your legacy from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6042875879783652269?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6042875879783652269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6042875879783652269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/08/bmw-shorties.html' title='BMW Shorties'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SnkVHY59-iI/AAAAAAAAAi8/d1Kv15Ved_I/s72-c/BMW+Shorties+-+Gala+Premiere+Invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3630649650336433146</id><published>2009-07-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:39:21.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colors of All Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6oMSsBtNI0/Sdizjb1qpTI/AAAAAAAACow/begApXlhvYY/s400/YASMIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6oMSsBtNI0/Sdizjb1qpTI/AAAAAAAACow/begApXlhvYY/s400/YASMIN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nameless&lt;br /&gt;There is the mission &amp;amp; the flowering of the nameless&lt;br /&gt;For the wild, that which belongs to the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your own hands&lt;br /&gt;You open up our own road&lt;br /&gt;This is the beautiful road&lt;br /&gt;of our green existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a theater where there is no applause&lt;br /&gt;endlessly, earnestly you go on and fight&lt;br /&gt;giving expression&lt;br /&gt;to the beauty of your gratuitous revels&lt;br /&gt;and parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye The Storyteller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace. Al-Fatihah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-3630649650336433146?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3630649650336433146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3630649650336433146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/07/colors-of-all-things.html' title='The Colors of All Things'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6oMSsBtNI0/Sdizjb1qpTI/AAAAAAAACow/begApXlhvYY/s72-c/YASMIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2275533400065151153</id><published>2009-07-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:16:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still operating...</title><content type='html'>Dear All Hail Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is almost 4.15 in the morning, and I'm still in the office working my butt off loading all the footages from the Jongkang Jongkit shooting for Astro Warna. Its has been almost 3 weeks since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry to say that I have to leave you in peace for a while. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you! Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2275533400065151153?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2275533400065151153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2275533400065151153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-operating.html' title='still operating...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-7321383890682652384</id><published>2009-07-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:28:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secret.lust.soul</title><content type='html'>Current Song : Lisa Ekdahl - Of My Conceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk7oMZZNhDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LrRzTX1LkS4/s1600-h/IMG_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk7oMZZNhDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LrRzTX1LkS4/s400/IMG_1285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354472306662802482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret lust to the human soul. How can you live when the best part of you dies? Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's really what each of these poignantly cynical post are about. Sharing secret, lust &amp;amp; soul. Every love thought counts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-7321383890682652384?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7321383890682652384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/7321383890682652384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/07/secretlustsoul.html' title='secret.lust.soul'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk7oMZZNhDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LrRzTX1LkS4/s72-c/IMG_1285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2419096799250168546</id><published>2009-07-03T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:37:14.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foto KLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ef-Z6IdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/seZHyqnvXSM/s1600-h/218+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ef-Z6IdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/seZHyqnvXSM/s400/218+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354151585620042194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ep-KWKLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XzcOf4mzAK4/s1600-h/215+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ep-KWKLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XzcOf4mzAK4/s400/215+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354151757353461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ex5IPCZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/hiqUU1fwcv8/s1600-h/320+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ex5IPCZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/hiqUU1fwcv8/s400/320+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354151893441382802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3E5mMJmFI/AAAAAAAAAic/naAR6GWdHCY/s1600-h/332+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3E5mMJmFI/AAAAAAAAAic/naAR6GWdHCY/s400/332+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152025796483154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3E_tRTNCI/AAAAAAAAAik/SwIOorxS-4M/s1600-h/033+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3E_tRTNCI/AAAAAAAAAik/SwIOorxS-4M/s400/033+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354152130776347682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Ada gak peluang aku nak bergambar dengan VVIP malam tu, Tan Sri Jins Samsuddin. Bukan senang nak jumpa dia depan-depan. Nasib baik la malam tu dia dapat datang &amp;amp; bagi sokongan kat kami ni. Entah dia ingat lagi ke tak aku ni. Haha, bukan apa, sebab dulu dia pernah datang sekolah aku yang tersergam indah dibumi bertuah ni sebab nak merasmikan event apa ntah. Ahh, cerita lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuikui. Gambar bawah sekali si jejaka tampan &amp;amp; comel tu, dia lah lecturer kami, Faizul Mohd Noh. Selain jadi lecturer, dia buat part time editing. Kalau korang rajin tengok ending credit macam cerita Sumo-Lah ke, Los &amp;amp; Faun ke, dan tak lama lagi bakal ditayangkan cerita Setem, dia lah penyunting untuk filem filem ni. Tapi aku tau korang ni jenis yang tak suka tengok ending credit sebab nak keluar awal tak tahan nak terkencing kan?? Tau dahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam kat KLC tu, dia la tulang belakang &amp;amp; banyak habiskan masa dan tenaga untuk menjayakan event tu. Thank you so much for everything sir. Sorry kalau selama 2 tahun study dengan sir, kami satu group banyak menyusahkan sir, buat sir marah itu ini. Huhuhu. Doakan kami berjaya masa practical ye. Jumpa time graduation nanti. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-2419096799250168546?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2419096799250168546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2419096799250168546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/07/foto-klc.html' title='foto KLC'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sk3Ef-Z6IdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/seZHyqnvXSM/s72-c/218+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4129017174681867127</id><published>2009-07-01T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:14:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>benci lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SkwkNnd_bMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zccwLX7R-_s/s1600-h/suka2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SkwkNnd_bMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zccwLX7R-_s/s400/suka2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353693873388350658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak suka tak suka tak suka! Sana sini sites aku pergi, semua nak promote Facebook. Benci lah! Benci sebab aku takde Facebook. Ada sorang kawan aku ni, bukan stakat Myspace &amp;amp; Facebook. Friendster la, Tagged la, Hi-5 la, Twitty la, Flickr la, Twitter la, itu ini macam-macam lah. Aku pelik. Watpe la nak register banyak sangat social networking ni. Perlu ke banyak2 profile ni? Boleh buntu otak nak approve comments, friend request bagai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan apa. Aku pernah register Facebook. Tapi sehari je. Lepas tu aku close account. Haha. Complicated sangat lah. Aku login je Facebook, terus buta IT. Memang clueless gila tak tau apa nak buat. Banyak sangat pop-out dalam satu windows tu. Pening kepala tengok. Bukan setakat teenagers je ada Facebook, most of the lecturers kat kolej aku pun pakai Facebook. Memang terbaik la kan? Macam nyesal plak close account arituh. Tapi kalau nak register balik, takut jadi buta IT untuk kali ke-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sesiapa boleh jadi personal tutor aku untuk Facebook? Kuikui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4129017174681867127?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4129017174681867127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4129017174681867127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/07/benci-lah.html' title='benci lah!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SkwkNnd_bMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zccwLX7R-_s/s72-c/suka2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6987772536533988174</id><published>2009-06-30T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:52:59.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Awani :(</title><content type='html'>3 days in Awani was a whole great experience for 2 of my friends and I. We've learned so much things about the news industry. I've personally met Shuhaimi Sulaiman, sharing computer with Dang Suria, jokes with Zaiful Ariffin, stalking on Zulhelmi Zainal Alam and many other anchors in Awani. Well if we had so much fun working under Awani, what's the reason 3 of us quit? Well, basically everything in Awani is all about news and journalism. That's the reason we quit. Like, hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWS &amp;amp; JOURNALISM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is sooooo not compatible with what 3 of us have learned in university for 2 years. We're broadcasting students. We shoot films, do editing for short dramas, writing scripts for radio. We don't do interviews, writing news. When it comes to news writing &amp;amp; processing = clueless. We don't know what to do, we don't know what we should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to do something if we personally didn't have interest to do it, even a bit. I hardly force myself to do what I dislike to do when I entered the office every morning. Plus, I have physically and mentally lost my confidence and concentration to work when we have been labeled as 'kuda-kuda baru @ new horses' from an old lady on the first day we joined the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was I've been assigned to cover the news about economy and business just because of the way I dress on the first day. Ever heard about first impression? That's what I'm trying to do, to impress people. Well, obviously it turned out to be a bad thing. So, don't wear any formal attire on the first day of your work. Alhamdulillah, the resigning process has been completed in a short period of time. Even though we have been working under Awani for just 3 days, at least we've learned so many things and at the same time gain more experience working in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regret, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6987772536533988174?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6987772536533988174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6987772536533988174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-awani.html' title='Goodbye Awani :('/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6542201594350718122</id><published>2009-06-28T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:53:21.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita zaman bila?</title><content type='html'>Okay okay. Berdasarkan tarikh entri terakhir dalam blog aku ni, memang aku mengaku aku dah lama gilaaaaa tak update blog aku yang makin lama makin berhabuk ni. Bukan apa, aku busy sangat lately ni. Mana tak nya, 22hb Jun dah start internship, a week before that aku kena prepare final presentation aku kat Bukit Bintang, so memang busy lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak benda sebenarnya nak berkongsi. Mula-mula aku nak cerita pasal final presentation aku. Khamis yang lepas 20hb, budak2 broadcasting memang tak keruan arr memikirkan tentang final ni sebab orang-orang industry akan datang &amp;amp; personally orang orang ni la yang akan judge kami punya final. Kalau suka, bagus la hasilnya. Kalau tak suka, memang kurang bagus la hasilnya dalam result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally for me, it was tough. Very tough. Mana yang tak prepare dari segi mental n physical tu memang kena struggle la. Penat lelah aku satu kumpulan berkampung seminggu-dua dalam lab memang berbaloi laa sebab nak settlekan editing ni. Tapi macam-macam problem gak terjadi sepanjang persediaan untuk final presentation ktorg ni. Time presentation pun macam-macam propaganda &amp;amp; drama laa as usual. Cakap tak serupa bikin. Ahh benda dah lepas, so malas nak ungkit. What has passed is passed. *chewah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dalam hati memang terasa nak cerita, tapi...lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Kepada kawan-kawan yang telah hadir pada malam tempoh hari, terima kasih la sebab beri sokongan yang tak terhingga untuk aku satu kumpulan. Minta maaf la kalau ada yang tak selesa dengan keadaan KLC yang tak seberapa indah khabar dari rupa pada malam tu yea? Aku ni pun terasa malu, inikan VVIP yang masuk KLC tu. Haishhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar gambar akan diupload kemudian. Masih tak dapat lagi dari tuan-puan punya kamera. Nak cerita pasal internship, malas lah. Lain hari je. Kuda sudah penat menaip. Ahahahah. Ada hikmah disebalik perkataan kuda itu yea.kuikui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bercakap dengan anda kemudian///ttyl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6542201594350718122?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6542201594350718122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6542201594350718122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/06/cerita-zaman-bila.html' title='cerita zaman bila?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6389698220243836926</id><published>2009-06-06T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:20:03.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilihan</title><content type='html'>2-3 minggu yang lalu aku tak sibuk nak cari tempat practical. Aku leka sangat dengan assignment, game dan internet. Bila aku dapat tau deadline untuk cari tempat practical tinggal lagi seminggu, aku menggelabah. Resume pun aku malas nak buat sampai aku copy orang punya, application baru terhegeh-hegeh nak scan, dan paling teruk, aku baru nak surf website company2 cari alamat, e-mail, and contact company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang, aku pening kepala nak pilih mana satu tempat practical. Ada 3 company yang offer, tapi aku kena pilih mana yang senang nak pergi, dan boleh sambung kerja terus kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Global Station Sdn Bhd&lt;br /&gt;Popiah Pictures&lt;br /&gt;Astro Awani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas banyak rujukan dan pertanyaan dari keluarga dan rakan-rakan, aku rasa aku akan pilih Astro Awani. Sebabnya, astro ialah syarikat yang besar dibandingkan dengan Popiah &amp;amp; Global Station. Tak pernah dengar pasal Popiah? Korang pernah tengok cite Kopitiam, Table for Two, Realiti, The Firm &amp;amp; latest Ghost kat NTV7 or 8TV? Ha..semua drama ni diorang la produce. Camner dengan Global Station plak? Kalau korang layan cite Spa Q, company ni la yang buat, under Zaiton Md Jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah-mudahan aku membuat pilihan yang betul sebab 22hb June ni aku dah mula internship. Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6389698220243836926?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6389698220243836926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6389698220243836926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/06/pilihan.html' title='Pilihan'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8933241203387561607</id><published>2009-06-02T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:19:24.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippey</title><content type='html'>I browsed the student's portal to have a sneak peek at the Fashion Show pictures which was held yesterday at the Plaza and I accidentally found this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SiUcgOmoK3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Hm840fFZRLA/s1600-h/stupida+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SiUcgOmoK3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Hm840fFZRLA/s400/stupida+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342707872946465650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;ALHAMDULILLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8933241203387561607?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8933241203387561607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8933241203387561607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/06/yippey.html' title='Yippey'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SiUcgOmoK3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Hm840fFZRLA/s72-c/stupida+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-2952241342002020684</id><published>2009-05-27T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:53:00.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShknsMVcXII/AAAAAAAAAhs/2Ijtz80hEHU/s1600-h/DSC_003911+%2869%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShknsMVcXII/AAAAAAAAAhs/2Ijtz80hEHU/s400/DSC_003911+%2869%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339342473403325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see the wonderful stars in the sky when it gets dark enough&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/8129478072808920482-2952241342002020684?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2952241342002020684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/2952241342002020684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/starving.html' title='Starving'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShknsMVcXII/AAAAAAAAAhs/2Ijtz80hEHU/s72-c/DSC_003911+%2869%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-1642616086145934609</id><published>2009-05-25T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:22:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Lesson</title><content type='html'>Eventually he dragged me inside the library and started to freak out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you in trouble?" he asked, concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" I said, remembering all I had been through. "Not anymore." I could feel his relief. And here he was, in front of me in the library and I can tell that he was worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a good heart?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I do" I paused and stared at the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," he said with finality. For some reason, it really mattered that he approved of me. "You were my little brother. You're still my little giant brother. If anything bothers you, you'll see my around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into our lives and instantly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our small heart, and we are never, ever going to be the same. Don't waste one single moment even how very precious that person are. With so many people among us, there are no certainties. Within seconds you might facing a tragedy ahead and you also might facing death. And now I have lost my ability to think logically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-1642616086145934609?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1642616086145934609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/1642616086145934609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/difficult-lesson.html' title='Difficult Lesson'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-3555878890821312787</id><published>2009-05-21T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:02:52.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELP 4 Group 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkPzjDWFuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MpOiUdSoUUs/s1600-h/ELP4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkPzjDWFuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MpOiUdSoUUs/s400/ELP4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339316211481450210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkbOgLI0rI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RRcdeFmcVkY/s1600-h/DSC_0197+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkbOgLI0rI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RRcdeFmcVkY/s400/DSC_0197+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339328769193202354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English Language Proficiency 4, 2009 (Group 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best English class I ever had. The lecturer, Miss Huslinda Che Mat is amazingly wonderful. Thank you so much for your kindness and support. We'll going to miss you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8129478072808920482-3555878890821312787?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3555878890821312787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/3555878890821312787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/elp-4-group-1.html' title='ELP 4 Group 1'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkPzjDWFuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MpOiUdSoUUs/s72-c/ELP4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8562154123941771019</id><published>2009-05-13T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:53:02.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Show 2009</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't post anything for the past few days. Well you see, I've been busy facing with bunch of assignment, deadlines and so much dramas. Feel free to fit in my shoes if you're a college student. I envy the hair design students because they have just accomplished their final, biggest fear ever which is the end of semester Hair Show 2009. And I must say it was a successful event, better than the Cyberjaya student . Nothing much to babel, just enjoy the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkVL5fbaXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4DNcxIOL87Q/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkVL5fbaXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4DNcxIOL87Q/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339322127379818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkW9mZJkTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QayzCgmp7iI/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkW9mZJkTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QayzCgmp7iI/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339324080758296882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Ann, such a good friend of mine from Hair Design with their amazing models. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkWGo0BadI/AAAAAAAAAhE/RM1URm06Sdo/s1600-h/DSC_003911+%2871%29+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkWGo0BadI/AAAAAAAAAhE/RM1URm06Sdo/s400/DSC_003911+%2871%29+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323136515074514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkWTGApq5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QTRCl-U-wMg/s1600-h/DSC_003911+%2874%29+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkWTGApq5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QTRCl-U-wMg/s400/DSC_003911+%2874%29+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323350511102866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkYDCdV2QI/AAAAAAAAAhc/05LIUwhjZPs/s1600-h/DSC_003911+%2876%29+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkYDCdV2QI/AAAAAAAAAhc/05LIUwhjZPs/s400/DSC_003911+%2876%29+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339325273703045378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-8562154123941771019?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8562154123941771019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8562154123941771019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair-show-2009.html' title='Hair Show 2009'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/ShkVL5fbaXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4DNcxIOL87Q/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6211468307540087914</id><published>2009-05-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:34:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all mothers out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since lately I've been craving about the delicious-ness of Black Forest from the Secret Recipe, so I think this is the chance for me to actually fulfill my so-called long lost dreams. I went to Jaya Jusco Ayer Keroh all by myself last night, just to find this precious gigantic sweet cherry cake. But hell no  it's not for me for sure. Its for the mothers at kampung. I'm so terribly sorry because this is the only gift I can get for you mothers. Still, I love you Mama;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbUsgvDYVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/b-z1ZwwP-Ao/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbUsgvDYVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/b-z1ZwwP-Ao/s320/DSC00167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334184669833552210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simple yet meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbVpSj6UBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pFN93htfqWk/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbVpSj6UBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pFN93htfqWk/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334185714000744466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mothers. From left; Busu, Uda, Angah, Mama, Wo &amp;amp; Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6211468307540087914?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6211468307540087914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6211468307540087914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-hari-ibu.html' title='Selamat Hari Ibu'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbUsgvDYVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/b-z1ZwwP-Ao/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4629873665699684063</id><published>2009-05-09T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:02:45.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time</title><content type='html'>Some guy from Jabatan Menteri came to visit my kampung last night. Until now I still can't see the main reason why he has to stay for a night at my kampung since he's the point I have to go back to Malacca. The place was packed with my families, and people from the press for sure. Well, he was scheduled to arrive at my kampung around midnight but hey, since he's a YB, it's not his fault he was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said he is &lt;a href="http://www.citizenthinktank.com/politicianwatchdog/index.php?option=com_joomgallery&amp;amp;func=detail&amp;amp;id=52&amp;amp;Itemid=236"&gt;Ahmad bin Mazlan&lt;/a&gt;, a YB and one of the members in the Parliament and he's going to work with Felda someday. That's why he has to 'turun padang' and get involved with the people. Even he also knew my mother and that's freakin' weird. Luckily my Pak Ngah was there and he's the one who keeps mumbling and entertaining the YB. Overall, this is the time I should say that I'm glad because once again a Minister walks in to my kampung and get to know with my families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbEdF0dL4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/fB52EYjdORI/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbEdF0dL4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/fB52EYjdORI/s320/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166812724375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbEqjOrvYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6OcBqGIabZ4/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbEqjOrvYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6OcBqGIabZ4/s320/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334167043957308802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And speaking about my grandmother, she's on of a kind I must say. She've prepared all the things needed for this special occasion. At least she must received something lika an award from the Government because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbG97sIjTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8JpKCmILDRA/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbG97sIjTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8JpKCmILDRA/s320/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334169575964052786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbHj06SfgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/YjerdCd2ILE/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbHj06SfgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/YjerdCd2ILE/s320/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170226979405314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's why she was interviewed by the press. Tengok TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbOrTGIb7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/n5yGbuWeAJg/s1600-h/DSC08026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbOrTGIb7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/n5yGbuWeAJg/s320/DSC08026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334178051922620338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbM_zfWupI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jGvpKQxJWu4/s1600-h/DSC08032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbM_zfWupI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jGvpKQxJWu4/s320/DSC08032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334176205192477330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recognize him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4629873665699684063?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4629873665699684063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4629873665699684063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-time.html' title='2nd time'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgbEdF0dL4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/fB52EYjdORI/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-8507668925775143325</id><published>2009-05-08T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:04:08.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Try To Fuck Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgaphSLhsqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3xR4eey0zzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0039+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgaphSLhsqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3xR4eey0zzQ/s320/DSC_0039+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334137197947892386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Broken Considered Sold&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/8129478072808920482-8507668925775143325?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8507668925775143325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/8507668925775143325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-try-to-fuck-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Try To Fuck Me'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SgaphSLhsqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3xR4eey0zzQ/s72-c/DSC_0039+ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-5518672516806322629</id><published>2009-05-06T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:03:34.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggo-waggo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 people you can think of right off the top of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions until you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;write the names of the 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheating please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Reminder : Don't read ahead unless you fill above names first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Ahmad Najhan Hassim (Jaan)&lt;br /&gt;(2)Nur Nabilah Syazwani (NabNab)&lt;br /&gt;(3)Nur Farahana Shaari (FaraFernz)&lt;br /&gt;(4)Nurul Sakinah Salleh (Skin)&lt;br /&gt;(5)Nurul Amirah Ramizan (Mira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Question 1 : How do you meet 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillcrest High School. He was my junior =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Question 2 : On the Scale of 1 - 10, how you rate your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; relationship with no 1&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 3 : How long have you known 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 4 : How do you know number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation Week in my college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 5 : Where 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar cerita dia &amp;amp; family dia pegi Terengganu candat sotong. Bestnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 6 : A Fact about number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BFF =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 7 : Who is no 4 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhaa, tak berani nak cakap! kang kena pelangkung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 8 : What does no 1 do for living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Question 9 : Would you live with number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh tidakk tidakk. Bukan Muhrim. Haram...kuikui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 10 : What do you like about no 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BFF also. A good listener also =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 11 : Do you miss number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Question 12 : Would you make out with number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if we're married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 13 : What's your opinion of number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecik TAPI garang macam rimau. Selalu jadi punching bag dia. kuikui. Tapi kalau dah happy, memangg happy btol smpai jadi gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 14 : What is your fav memory with number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik Myvi dia round 1 KL. Sronok seyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 15 : What would you do if number 1 going out with number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa je. Bukan diorang tak kenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 16 : ever had a long conversation with number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but no on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Question 17 : have you ever slept at number 2's house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik Nordzi, boleh tak? Tak boleh xpe lahh..Kechhhik ati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 18 : Do you hang out with number 3 often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyday in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Question 19 : Who do you known the longest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Almost 9 years kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 20 : How often do you talk to number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately ni dah kurang sikit. He's been busy with work, and I'm busy with studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 21 : What about number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyhari =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 22 : Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. nanti kena pelangkung dgn Alif =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 23 : May be you want to go out for a date with number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh boleh aje. Movie date =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 24 : Do you dream about number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 25 : What did number 4 did to you that you never forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa..Ka-chinggg. Bonus bonus bonussss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 26 : What have you done to number 1 that he/she never forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask him personally. He'll tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Question 27 : What is number 3's hobby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football! Ni biggest fan of MU ni! Bwek :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Who do you want to tag &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody that actually cares =)&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/8129478072808920482-5518672516806322629?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5518672516806322629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/5518672516806322629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/taggo-waggo.html' title='Taggo-waggo'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6174711062107184924</id><published>2009-05-03T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:52:46.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betul kan?</title><content type='html'>Aku hairan la. Nak kata aku ni tak peramah, agak peramah la gak. Pemalu tu, kejap datang kejap tak. Kalau dah gila, memang gila habis. Tapi sejak kebelakangan ni aku banyak memerhati. Dan ternyata, apa yang aku perhatikan memang masuk akal. Aku ni jenis yang suka tegur orang. Tegur pun orang yang aku kenal aje la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, aku keluar la kelmarin. Aku jumpa ramai orang yang aku kenal masa aku sekolah Hillcrest dulu. Senior junior semua lah. Dan tetibe aku ternampak lah kelibat seorang perempuan yang memang aku kenal sangat la masa sekolah dulu.Dia pandang aku, aku pandang dia. Dia toleh tempat lain, aku pandang dia. Dia pandang aku, aku toleh tempat lain. Last-last aku senyum sambil lambai dia. Dia datang dekat dengan aku, then kata;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, mentang2 kau study kat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;*%#&lt;/span&gt;, kau sombong dengan aku yea??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, kenapa plak macamni? Tempat belajar aku tak mempengaruhi characteristic aku yea. Aku yang senyum &amp;amp; lambai pada kau dulu kan? Mungkin sebab lama tak jumpa kau punya pasal, so aku agak blur gitu sebab aku nampak kau sungguh lady-like,  dah tak pakai baju-baju merepek macam zaman kegemilangan skinhead dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini ada satu lagi cerita. Aku keluar pergi pasar malam dengan kawan aku. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang macam aku ni pergi pasar malam jugak okayyy?&lt;/span&gt; Pergi pasar malam sebab nak cari petai. Kenapa susah sangat cari petai sekarang ni? Dulu masa tak cari, selalu je nampak pakcik motor jual petai seikat rm4. Sekarang bila nak makan, xde plak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang macam aku pun makan petai jugak okayyy? Cuma aku konpius between petai &amp;amp; jering. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah elok tengah cari petai ni, nampak la kelibat perempuan sorang ni, nak balik umah agaknya. Seperti biasa la, dia pandang aku, aku pandang dia. Dia toleh tempat lain, aku pandang dia. Dia pandang aku, aku toleh tempat lain. Gila sombong pompuan ni. Kenal aku lagi ke tak la agaknya? Terflashback la balik pasal aku kononnya sombong sebab study dekat $^&amp;amp;* ni. So aku pun macam biasa buat la signature bodoh aku, senyum &amp;amp; lambai. Muka dia macam kurang selesa. Sebab apa aku pun tak tahu. Tapi aku buat bodoh la dan cuba mulakan conversation tanya buat apa sekarang, study ke dah kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la perempuan tu sombong, then bangga je cakap dah kerja dekat kilang. Mujur aku tau kawasan kilang area keramat tu. Aku bukan la nak pandang rendah sebab dia kerja kilang. At least dia dah kerja okayy, tak macam aku still study lagi. Tapi yang aku hairan, kenapa mesti aku yang kena buat baik tegur orang dulu instead orang tegur aku? Aku tak faham la. Nak kata aku ni anak orang kaya, pakai kerete Saga 1.5 manual tahun 1990 je. Nak kata aku ni kacak macam Batista, muka macam sampah je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, mentang2 kau kerja dekat kilang, kau sombong dengan aku yea??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patutnya aku yang kena tegur dia macamtu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6174711062107184924?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6174711062107184924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6174711062107184924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/betul-kan.html' title='Betul kan?'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-86345060513382721</id><published>2009-04-25T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:23:40.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood : Vague&lt;br /&gt;Current Song : Peterpan - Ku Katakan Dengan Indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGjIQ8-0UQ8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGjIQ8-0UQ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, aku baru habis cuti. Tapi seminggu saja. Cuti pun tak macam cuti lah, sebab banyak kerja nak kena settle. Rasa tekanan pun ada sebab rumah sebelah tengah renovate. Kekadang pepagi buta sebelah jantung aku explode sebab bunyi drill, ketuk sana sini datang dari rumah sebelah dok pecahkan dinding. Oiii, ganggu orang tidur lah! Tapikan, bagus gak lah aku bangun pagi, dapat buat kerja awal. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam masa seminggu ni lah aku ada masa nak fikirkan idea &amp;amp; settlekan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Screen Studies : 3 movie Journals (1 dah kena redo. kuikui)&lt;br /&gt;TV Broadcasting : Shooting for video clip @ Seremban&lt;br /&gt;Multimedia Broadcasting : website designing &amp;amp; shooting for PSA (cupcakes) @ Malacca&lt;br /&gt;English Language Proficiency 4 : outline for newsletter writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini baru Diploma. Kalau Degree apa jadi? Otak buntu lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam seminggu ni jugak, aku dah tengok Fast &amp;amp; Furious and Jangan Tegur. Sempat lagi merayap tengok movie. Tahniah la kan? Takpe, sekali sekala orang ajak keluar. Kalau tak ikut kang, kata kita sombong pula asyik duduk dalam rumah terperap macam tapai. Heyy, dengan situasi sebelah rumah aku yang bising sampai bumbung nak roboh ni, aku lagi mahu keluar enjoy sana sini tau! Kuikui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak Julia Ziegler, i adore you i really do. But you kurang pandai berlakon genre cenggini la. Tergelak I tengok you jadi hantu warna biru terjelir-jelir lidah depan Pak Imam. Pfft~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-86345060513382721?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/86345060513382721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/86345060513382721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/04/current-mood-vague-current-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4899007139569070739</id><published>2009-04-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:22:25.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid kicks, abuse children</title><content type='html'>Aku cilok dari kakak aku. Kuikui. Just want to share with you guys about this &lt;a href="http://multimedia.asiaone.com/Multimedia/Vodcast/Multimedia/Story/A1Multimedia20090402-6319.html"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. The incident happened couple of years ago in Kuala Lumpur. But I wonder how come the news was released recently? Fishy Fishy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid yang tengah jaga Fayyadh kat umah ni pun, kami still kena observe gak. Takut dia buat hal, buat benda macam tu kat Fayyadh. Memang kena sumpah seranah dengan aku nanti. Harap-harap dia tak buat la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kepada sesiapa yang berangan nak upah maid, fikir la masak-masak ye? Jangan perangai macam syaitan pun korang sapu bawak balik umah. Silap silap hari bulan, diri sendiri merana sebab maid buat perangai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdoa la minta jauh benda benda macamni..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4899007139569070739?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4899007139569070739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4899007139569070739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/04/maid-kicks-abuse-children.html' title='Maid kicks, abuse children'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-6721898120747255218</id><published>2009-04-07T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:55:01.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Cik Karma</title><content type='html'>Current Feeling : Numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Song : Keri Hilson - Change Me ft Akon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                           &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmzSKe8MdEU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmzSKe8MdEU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321129782263820066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhzWCuWLyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QOyKHe3wWvk/s320/sedih+resize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a grievous week I must say. I've lost 2 of my friends, almost 3. People always said 3rd time is the charm but 2 is hell enough! No, they didn't died for God sake. They purposely slash willingly slash consistently walked out on me. Friendship we've built for almost 3 years is now crumbled, slowly &amp;amp; instantly. Separation is very complicated, as always. Every call has been rejected, and all messages has been ignored. How the hell can we solve this stupid situation if you just don't talk to me? &lt;i&gt;Bodoh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow, I remember the absolute loneliness my friends had felt when I accidentally walked out from their life. So I moved away and didn't answer their phone calls and messages. When they came over, I even didn't answer the door. It's very easy. If they throw shit at me, I throw it back . Sincerely, I ain't that good with friendship. But &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt;, I didn't walk out on anyone's life lately, but apparently vice versa. What goes around comes around right? Now I've expressed my suffering and lack of understanding to the presence because I know why I had to suffer so much because of this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this bullshitting experience, I need to start to come out of my depression. Why must I bother? They didn't want me to be part of their hell life, so do I! Don't even think I'm going to cry and reshape the crooked emotions into a neat little line that stretched across my right arm using cookie-cutter-like razor, because I'm not that stupid! Eventually, I'm proud to say that I'm happy because I'm finally out from their lives. And one more thing. To one of the arse who've just walked out on me, please don't ever text me again begging;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Akum adik, buatpe tu? Busy ke? Just nak tanya, hari selasa ni free x? Ingat nak ajak tengok Talentime. Kite blanje. Kite habis keje pkol 4 mcmtu. Tapi dah habis wayang adik kena la anta kite balik umah ehh? Kite susah la nak balik, xde transport"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That will seriously show how pathetic you are. And I will purposely slash willingly slash consistently reply "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!"  News flash! Cik Karma and I are now best friends. *inhale exhale*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-6721898120747255218?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6721898120747255218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/6721898120747255218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-cik-karma.html' title='Hello Cik Karma'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhzWCuWLyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QOyKHe3wWvk/s72-c/sedih+resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129478072808920482.post-4790188684954207870</id><published>2009-04-05T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:47:13.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jakun jakunnn</title><content type='html'>My experience using Photo Booth from &lt;a href="http://assets.gearlive.com/blogimages/apple-imac-aluminum.jpg"&gt;iMac&lt;/a&gt; for the first time. Kuikui &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124292906546226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhuWhRldDI/AAAAAAAAAec/TGP2l6WDFuE/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124640557981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhuqwYJX3I/AAAAAAAAAek/X0rqCbOzwwI/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124750355228066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhuxJZ2ZaI/AAAAAAAAAes/tGdVMDp5NLM/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124844740339410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sdhu2pBA5tI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WxX5VmO3GuE/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124921028810242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/Sdhu7FNmlgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WfkPGmIUwa8/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321125009237616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhvAN0OJvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-S1rBESa1BQ/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny Funny Funny. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129478072808920482-4790188684954207870?l=cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4790188684954207870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129478072808920482/posts/default/4790188684954207870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyflavouredstrawberry.blogspot.com/2009/04/jakun-jakunnn.html' title='jakun jakunnn'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594271477978409916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/TDypaeDTVHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qwCMmb8ZK1c/S220/IMG_8474+ii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rDrYVNY4Z4/SdhuWhRldDI/AAAAAAAAAec/TGP2l6WDFuE/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
