<?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-1136922043127464870</id><updated>2012-02-01T02:02:40.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>::Life aNd iTs uPs n DowNs::</title><subtitle type='html'>:LiVe iT::LovE iT::LearN frOm iT::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5953371591754290011</id><published>2012-02-01T02:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T02:02:40.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>reality bites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It probably feels like we have just gone through a very bad break-up with our beloved Brissy world, and what's left to be done now is to move on with our lives, right here, right now. &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for the experience Australia, you've been wonderful.  And it really is back to reality now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep on fighting comrades! The last chapter of our B. Ed story. Lets craft even more beautiful memories and awesome moments =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5953371591754290011?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5953371591754290011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5953371591754290011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5953371591754290011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5953371591754290011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2012/02/reality-bites.html' title='reality bites.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-6764026044157282760</id><published>2011-09-18T23:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:08:42.417+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan menyerah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that something's wrong, and I know that you have problems. But I can't help, I don't know how to help. And that just kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish that I have all the strength in the world. So that I can give them to you both. Stay strong my dearly sayangs. Always by your side, for both of you, praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-6764026044157282760?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6764026044157282760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=6764026044157282760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6764026044157282760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6764026044157282760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/09/jangan-menyerah.html' title='jangan menyerah.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1048054284596431683</id><published>2011-08-31T18:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:04:19.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>eid.</title><content type='html'>just not where i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my arms can’t reach people close to my heart, I always hug them with my prayers." Baca ni pun nangis. Gila punya budak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eid mubarak.&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/1136922043127464870-1048054284596431683?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1048054284596431683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1048054284596431683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1048054284596431683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1048054284596431683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='eid.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8276232764642775352</id><published>2011-06-06T20:11:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:22:26.722+10:00</updated><title type='text'>kenapa rasa sedih?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;life is too scary sometimes. scared of the future. scared of the fact that i have to grow up, and move on. that i sometimes feel like just hiding myself in the room. but until when can i do that? because life itself is temporary. what remains only the hereafter. biar susah di dunia, demi kesenangan di akhirat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;one of those melancholy moments. again. but why now? at this moment?  kenapa rasa sedih? because i suddenly feel like i am all alone. in this big. terrifying. world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Alhamdulillah atas nikmat Allah bagi hari ni. unexpected. happy. tapi rasa ironi, gembira dlm sedih. rasa tak bersyukur pun ada, Allah dah bagi nikmat, still sedih-sedih lagi. Astaghfirullah al-azim T_T*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8276232764642775352?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8276232764642775352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8276232764642775352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8276232764642775352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8276232764642775352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/06/kenapa-rasa-sedih.html' title='kenapa rasa sedih?'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-411630307567511693</id><published>2011-05-12T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:29:50.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing is ever coincidence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.” -Anonymous- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know how you thought you have all the time in the world to do something? Well, you don’t, actually. And you’ll end up regretting not doing that something earlier. It’s all really about the choices we make. And what do we have really, other than choices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It ain’t gonna be easy. But it will be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter breeze in autumn. 14'C. Flu. Headache. Feverish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Hakikat bahagia. Bahagia itu pilihan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:.25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1136922043127464870-411630307567511693?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/411630307567511693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=411630307567511693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/411630307567511693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/411630307567511693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-is-ever-coincidence.html' title='nothing is ever coincidence.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5605874571271789849</id><published>2011-04-26T00:39:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:46:48.098+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the journey</title><content type='html'>Jaulah Seerah Autumn 2011 to Coffs Harbour. Journey begins tomorrow morning. May all go well and may Allah bless our journey. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5605874571271789849?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5605874571271789849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5605874571271789849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5605874571271789849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5605874571271789849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/04/journey.html' title='the journey'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2659511233052240616</id><published>2011-04-02T21:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:39:15.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rumah manis rumah.</title><content type='html'>I miss a whole bunch of things. But on top of all, i miss home. Ahh, memories. Irreplaceable. =)&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/1136922043127464870-2659511233052240616?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2659511233052240616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2659511233052240616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2659511233052240616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2659511233052240616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/04/rumah-manis-rumah.html' title='rumah manis rumah.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-4936372680806715459</id><published>2011-03-30T21:19:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:10:09.998+10:00</updated><title type='text'>old times.</title><content type='html'>i miss those times. when things were a lot simpler. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*oh, perlis banjir lagi..huu~wahai &lt;a href="http://nuelz88.blogspot.com/"&gt;reporterku&lt;/a&gt;, please keep the updates coming!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1136922043127464870-4936372680806715459?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/4936372680806715459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=4936372680806715459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4936372680806715459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4936372680806715459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-times.html' title='old times.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5425561565151626219</id><published>2011-03-19T23:25:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:33:35.814+10:00</updated><title type='text'>19032011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because what would life be, without a little adventure, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oo yeah, I got lost, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;, alone this time. And my phone ran out of battery, which made it ‘perfect’. Hahaha~~So much for an adventure. Thank God good people are around. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Best gak la wandering around tanpa arah tuju in the rain. Nasib bawak payung~hihi ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5425561565151626219?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5425561565151626219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5425561565151626219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5425561565151626219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5425561565151626219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/03/19032011.html' title='19032011'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-75843643691317211</id><published>2011-03-12T22:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:07:29.044+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the one and only</title><content type='html'>mama =))&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/1136922043127464870-75843643691317211?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/75843643691317211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=75843643691317211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/75843643691317211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/75843643691317211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-and-only.html' title='the one and only'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-4270458876783877795</id><published>2011-03-09T00:12:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:36:42.232+10:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first time is always the scariest. You either don’t know what to expect, or you expect too much. And you either don’t know what to think, or you think too much. Not knowing what to expect, how to react, what to do, and most importantly, not having control over things that may or may not happen often freak me out. But I was once told that life is all about taking chances; having the guts to push yourselves and throw yourselves out more. Because it is from those experiences that we grow and mature. One thing I've learnt, fear should not be made the reason why we’re holding ourselves back and letting go the opportunities that we have. So, gear up for the new adventure! It's coming your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A lot of first-time-experience this week. Intimidating yet exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*and oh, have I told ya that I’m back in Brisbane?derrrr~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-4270458876783877795?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/4270458876783877795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=4270458876783877795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4270458876783877795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4270458876783877795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/03/reality-check.html' title='reality check.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-4386104295735893902</id><published>2011-03-06T23:35:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:21:16.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ini entry merepek.</title><content type='html'>ughhhhh sabar. sabar. sabar. boleh tak, nak lari pergi Guatemala. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"sometimes i just wonder who would care if i just walked out of their lives. who would try to keep me and who would watch me go."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*terasa begitu loser. suka emo sorang-sorang. gila. oh, ini detik melancholy lagi. tak cool langsung*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1136922043127464870-4386104295735893902?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/4386104295735893902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=4386104295735893902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4386104295735893902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4386104295735893902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/03/ini-entry-merepek.html' title='ini entry merepek.'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2644356193763813121</id><published>2011-01-27T13:39:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:27:52.325+10:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;blog has been on hiatus again. am currently unwell. sick sick sick sickening. and ohhh, omg, i found ya. the power of blog-walking. when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*actually bukak blog sbb tgk emel, ada comment from &lt;a href="http://nadia-mustafa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cik kd sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~hee hey hey missy! selamat berblogging kembali! *&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/1136922043127464870-2644356193763813121?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2644356193763813121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2644356193763813121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2644356193763813121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2644356193763813121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-oh.html' title='oh oh?'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1995495282941043377</id><published>2010-12-02T00:28:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:35:47.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the long-awaited summer break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heyho peeps! Feel like I owe this blog a little update. Nothing much to tell actually, except the fact that I am happily back in Malaysia. Weehuuu home sweet home bebeh! Spending my summer break here, all the way till the mid of February; a long one indeed, couldn't ask for more =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So like any other individual would do during holidays, I've been stuffing myself with food; great yummylicious scrumptious food and enjoying the company of family, friends and relatives~much loveeeeeeeee ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's pretty much about it so far. Will be updating shall I find myself into something interesting =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Hey you, it's been a while*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1136922043127464870-1995495282941043377?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1995495282941043377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1995495282941043377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1995495282941043377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1995495282941043377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-awaited-summer-break_02.html' title='the long-awaited summer break'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2078048992485815814</id><published>2010-10-28T20:05:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:19:41.709+10:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have you ever felt sad for no apparent reasons? I have, in fact a lot lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;The same old feeling. I miss home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Crying doesn't indicate that you are weak. Since birth it has always been a sign that you are alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1136922043127464870-2078048992485815814?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2078048992485815814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2078048992485815814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2078048992485815814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2078048992485815814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/10/melancholy.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5097026199228425557</id><published>2010-10-07T12:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:23:20.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you saying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know what I like the most about my life here? Waking up to the sound of chirping birds. It's like a completely new day, with new hope and new opportunity. Forget yesterday's trouble and misery, and start afresh today! It just helps to set the mood right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Take a deep breath, let go, and smile. It works every single time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today's the day. Mama, I'm so proud of you! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Kerana makhluk marikh itu semua sama. I should have known better. Wahai November, cepatlah datang!* =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5097026199228425557?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5097026199228425557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5097026199228425557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5097026199228425557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5097026199228425557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-are-you-saying.html' title='what are you saying?'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-3848501040657430111</id><published>2010-10-07T12:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:10:06.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have always made my life here sound lamentable, haven't I?Because my posts here would mostly center around sad things. But that ain't all true. It has been a pretty wonderful journey so far, and I have had fun blissful moments that I enjoyed, especially with my girlfriends here. But because I am too lazy to write them down, I don't normally put all those into words. But hey, life's been treating me well so far. So worry not (bajet ada org risau =p), I'm doing fine here. Assignment wave is slowing down; only two left, and one exam paper, then I'll be free from this semester's misery!weehuuu ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-3848501040657430111?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/3848501040657430111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=3848501040657430111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3848501040657430111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3848501040657430111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/10/random_07.html' title='random'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8408438483320929708</id><published>2010-08-26T21:54:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:11:17.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ijustwannagohome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to go home, to the place where I don't have to put on a tough act, where I don't have to be independent, where I don't have to deal with all these stuffs, where there is no misery, where there is tranquility. I miss home. I miss the feeling I feel when I am at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1136922043127464870-8408438483320929708?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8408438483320929708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8408438483320929708' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8408438483320929708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8408438483320929708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/08/ijustwannagohome.html' title='ijustwannagohome'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-489992567024337645</id><published>2010-08-26T13:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:09:54.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What are you doing? Wipe those tears away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1136922043127464870-489992567024337645?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/489992567024337645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=489992567024337645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/489992567024337645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/489992567024337645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-are-you-doing-wipe-those-tears.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-3356812989022328654</id><published>2010-08-25T20:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:06:56.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because in life,there are just times when you have to make those choices; the one that you find so hard to do, but you have to do it anyway. This is one of those times. Chin up dear self, everything is gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1136922043127464870-3356812989022328654?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/3356812989022328654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=3356812989022328654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3356812989022328654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3356812989022328654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2831255461954758820</id><published>2010-07-23T14:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:02:52.915+10:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-uh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nope, it's not a good feeling. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*i know i should do more than posting a 2-sentence-entry (i can see a series of short entries in this blog) but i think i have lost the desire to write long entries though i have lots of things on my mind. instead of elaborating everything, i would just write a couple of sentences that kinda sum up all these little things that i feel. okay, longer entry next time, or maybe i should just opt out of blogging and start tweeting instead.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-2831255461954758820?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2831255461954758820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2831255461954758820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2831255461954758820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2831255461954758820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/07/uh-uh.html' title='uh-uh?'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5873878451869233410</id><published>2010-07-17T21:51:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:24:51.642+10:00</updated><title type='text'>awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Smart people talk about ideas. Common people talk about things. Mediocre people talk about people."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - Jules Romains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dang dang dang~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17th July 2010, i shall remember you for a long time. Thanks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5873878451869233410?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5873878451869233410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5873878451869233410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5873878451869233410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5873878451869233410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/07/awaken.html' title='awaken'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7606992080651843477</id><published>2010-07-12T15:44:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:46:16.885+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's not something that i can explain. full stop. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"but i'll just smile, i'll go ahead and smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1136922043127464870-7606992080651843477?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7606992080651843477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7606992080651843477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7606992080651843477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7606992080651843477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_12.html' title='...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8211393401545000189</id><published>2010-07-11T20:14:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:47:25.269+10:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Winter vacation yang sangat best! dapat main salji~hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TDmaVref4bI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ciuuar6kCjo/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TDmaVref4bI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ciuuar6kCjo/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492590917793604018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TDmaVref4bI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ciuuar6kCjo/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TDmZ-3i_alI/AAAAAAAAALo/zEOxxburCAI/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TDmZ-3i_alI/AAAAAAAAALo/zEOxxburCAI/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492590525896682066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~Mount Buller, Victoria~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*more update to come &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;if rajin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;* ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1136922043127464870-8211393401545000189?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8211393401545000189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8211393401545000189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8211393401545000189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8211393401545000189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TDmaVref4bI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ciuuar6kCjo/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1391832441480848707</id><published>2010-06-11T19:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:48:16.621+10:00</updated><title type='text'>huu~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;cold. freezing. headache. flu. fever attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;now who says anything about going home? i'm perfectly 'fine' here. T_T&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/1136922043127464870-1391832441480848707?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1391832441480848707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1391832441480848707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1391832441480848707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1391832441480848707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/06/huu.html' title='huu~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7578467549641681888</id><published>2010-06-07T13:32:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:48:30.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>winter break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It feels so weird to not be at home for these quite long holidays (about 6 weeks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Usually, I'll be lazing around at home, watching tv (not that I don't do that here =p) but still, it's not the same. To be at a place that's like a school during holidays, it just ain't feel right. My first time of not going back to my hometown during a long break. Owh i miss home, and the food T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I get pretty clueless as to what to do here, but luckily me and my friends volunteered for a children festival, Out of The Box, which will be held from 8th-14th June (it starts tomorrow) at Cultural Centre, South Bank. A little something to do =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And it gets colder these days, no snow here but the chilly wind's enough to cause shivery. Yosh~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*4th June 2010, practices officially began* ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-7578467549641681888?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7578467549641681888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7578467549641681888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7578467549641681888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7578467549641681888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/06/winter-break.html' title='winter break'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7664317705800826316</id><published>2010-06-06T19:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:48:49.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i just don't understand people sometimes...too complicated..yosh~&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/1136922043127464870-7664317705800826316?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7664317705800826316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7664317705800826316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7664317705800826316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7664317705800826316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-3312413267658942748</id><published>2010-05-16T12:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:49:04.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what's with the sudden headache? aigoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;c'mon body and soul, work with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we gotta keep sending those drafts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*hepi teacher's day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-3312413267658942748?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/3312413267658942748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=3312413267658942748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3312413267658942748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3312413267658942748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-with-sudden-headache-aigoo-cmon.html' title=''/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1015904871411502614</id><published>2010-05-11T23:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:25:20.755+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hate Private Practice because the stories in it are soooo complicated; they messed with my emotions and got my mind twisted! But I still watch it every week. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*assignments are ambushing again~oh nooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-1015904871411502614?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1015904871411502614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1015904871411502614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1015904871411502614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1015904871411502614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/05/rambling-again.html' title='rambling again'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2400493331339084762</id><published>2010-05-11T14:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:41:39.714+10:00</updated><title type='text'>think, reflect, act~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been blog-walking again these past few days, an activity that i used to do regularly, but had left it behind for quite some time. I crashed into so many interesting blogs and I'm loving all the new blogs I'm following. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's this one particular blog that stayed on my tab for days, as I'm still reading her old posts and entries. The more i read her blog, i'm feeling more impressed with her writings. She's younger, yet she's wiser. She's younger, yet she's stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scrolling down her old entries, I came to realize that she's actually sick (i'm not sure what kind of sickness, i need to continue reading, but it has something to do with her bones and i think that it's something related to osteoporosis as she mentioned about dislocating her bones and she's been going back and forth to the hospital for check ups and treatments since she's small). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's this one particular entry of hers that went straight to my heart and had me crying. Because of her back pain, she has to pray on a chair and she couldn't do the regular sujud. She wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Ya Allah, apalah dosaku hingga tidak mampu sujud pada Mu...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Sedang sujud itu terlalu dekat dengan Mu...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cried, not because I feel pity for her, but because I'm ashamed that I'm not making full use of the gift of health that Allah grants me and I'm touched with her strong will and determination, that she does not make her sickness a reason for her not to perform her duty to Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's sick and she's sad because that brings limitation to her in performing ibadah but we, who have perfect health and strong body, often take things for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Astaghfirullah al azim, reflect diri, jangan sampai nikmat dah ditarik baru nak menyesal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wallahualam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1136922043127464870-2400493331339084762?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2400493331339084762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2400493331339084762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2400493331339084762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2400493331339084762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/05/think-reflect-act.html' title='think, reflect, act~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5006353556466589456</id><published>2010-05-09T11:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:05:18.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up with a heavy troubled mind, and wished my mom happy mother’s day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It craved a smile on my face, but also brought tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy mother's day mama. I love you! Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself and I'll be fine here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5006353556466589456?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5006353556466589456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5006353556466589456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5006353556466589456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5006353556466589456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8296496301195739822</id><published>2010-05-07T17:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:22:30.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tak, saya tak paham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No no entiendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nein, ich verstehe nicht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Non, je ne comprends pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No non capisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feel like translating this sentence to hundreds of languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, i don't understand, and i never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uggh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S-O6RbXjrxI/AAAAAAAAALg/quRDTMPO_PI/s320/no.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8296496301195739822?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8296496301195739822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8296496301195739822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8296496301195739822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8296496301195739822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/05/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S-O6RbXjrxI/AAAAAAAAALg/quRDTMPO_PI/s72-c/no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-298254987568325359</id><published>2010-04-29T17:39:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:02:09.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing called life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S9lKRpECgLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QNF01QCv3YI/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let me tell you something you already know.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Cowards do that and that ain't you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You're better than that!"  ~Rocky Balboa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Let the fighting spirit continue to rise, never ever give in to the devil’s temptations of breaking you down!&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S9lKRpECgLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QNF01QCv3YI/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1136922043127464870-298254987568325359?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/298254987568325359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=298254987568325359' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/298254987568325359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/298254987568325359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/04/thing-called-life.html' title='the thing called life'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S9lKRpECgLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QNF01QCv3YI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2420711078950412083</id><published>2010-04-26T23:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:01:50.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>heartless</title><content type='html'>Dear family and friends, I've deactivated my Facebook account for a while..There's nothing to worry, I'm perfectly fine (well, I hope so)..Just having some emotional issues going on and just feel like doing it..Shall anything come up, just hit me in YM, Skype or simply email me =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-2420711078950412083?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2420711078950412083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2420711078950412083' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2420711078950412083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2420711078950412083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/04/heartless.html' title='heartless'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7555711502255514643</id><published>2010-04-14T15:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:07:07.651+10:00</updated><title type='text'>weee =D</title><content type='html'>Yeay i've got my parcel!! Melin!! Thanks soooo much for taking the trouble to post the novel ;) Versus2~ yeayyyyy!!&lt;div&gt;But I can't start reading yet~ughh the assignments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna attack the novel once I'm done with my presentation and I've submitted my assignments..Can't wait! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*current mode:blissful (screw those assignments =p)*&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/1136922043127464870-7555711502255514643?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7555711502255514643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7555711502255514643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7555711502255514643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7555711502255514643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/04/weee.html' title='weee =D'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1340827549492812519</id><published>2010-04-14T00:16:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:36:27.127+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what would you do if your two daughters are diagnosed with leukemia and you can only save one of them?how would you choose which one to be saved?how could you even choose?it's like saving one's life while watching another one dies..even if you chose one, can you live with the fact that you let the other daughter dies?how can you wake up every morning, look at the survived daughter, and not think about the dead daughter of yours?how can you move on with your live when one of your daughters does not have the chance of living life because of the decision you made?how could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*budus punye cite, menambahkan saket kepala lg ade la..yg aku g tgk apsal?budus gak..arggh nk gile..assignments, i LOVE you!each and every one of you..ughh*&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/1136922043127464870-1340827549492812519?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1340827549492812519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1340827549492812519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1340827549492812519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1340827549492812519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/04/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5418131699368559687</id><published>2010-03-25T13:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:48:56.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>assignments ohh assignments~</title><content type='html'>I think the most challenging part of uni life is completing all the assignments and assessments-this was what i wrote during writing workshop for patches program last week =p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been lazing around at home for too long that I think, I actually forgot how to study (haha =D) and completing my demanding workload is such a hard thing to do. My assignments are all pilling up and I have a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seem-to-never-end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to-do-lists. When can I tick items off my list? The answer remains unknown. Yosh~&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/1136922043127464870-5418131699368559687?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5418131699368559687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5418131699368559687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5418131699368559687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5418131699368559687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/03/assignments-ohh-assignments.html' title='assignments ohh assignments~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-6604343630142599428</id><published>2010-03-20T13:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:21:49.652+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time like this that seriously makes me wanna go home~ *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-6604343630142599428?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6604343630142599428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=6604343630142599428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6604343630142599428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6604343630142599428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-like-this-that-i-just-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-9039340643583840252</id><published>2010-02-24T10:36:00.031+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:47:13.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of somehing new</title><content type='html'>Howdy peeps! Just a little bit of updates from Aussie =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now i am finally in Brisbane, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the city that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeps ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;- because the shops close at six! Haha owh but people here have other agenda at nights; partying! Gosh, all the loud musics and the knocks on the door~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been treating me pretty well so far. Have only started  a few classes, still having leisure time, exploring around and holding a series of photography session (going to GoldCoast this weekend, following the uni's trip) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here for about two weeks, i've been going around, visiting places and getting to know the city better. Gotta say, million thanks to the C5-IPBA seniors for the genuine care and patience in helping us since we first got here and showing ways around the campus and the city. Really appreciate it! And oh, two of my schoolmates are here; Aliaa and Faten (my seniors now), they've been a major help! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that i am still trying to comprehend the fact that, yes, this is really happening, and yes, i am no longer in Malaysia. But sometimes, i feel that being here is not much different than in Malaysia, except for the fact that Brisbane's time is 2-hour quicker than Malaysia, and the prayer times are earlier (Subuh is around 4.15 am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it's not that difficult to get Halal food and products here, just that before buying things, i have to check the codes to ensure it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;halalness&lt;/span&gt; (is there such word? haha). But to buy food outside is quite costly, so we usually cook our own meals and yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i still eat rice everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; =P The weather here is pretty much like Malaysia; hot because it's still summer, but it won't be long before  autumn comes knocking in, as it gets more windy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this sem, i only have 3 days of classes; Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. On Tuesday, the classes are quite packed and i have one class at 5-8, but there's a surau at B block and the lecturer gives a 10-minute break around 7, so Alhamdulillah, there's nothing to worry about performing Maghrib prayer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else huh? I think that's pretty much about it. It's still the beginning of the journey, so there's not much of the tough parts yet (like the abundance of assignments and critical economical issue). I am still trying to adapt to this new surrounding, with people of different language, slang, and culture. At the same time, i have had some fun and excitement living my life here with all my friends, though sometimes my mind would fly far across the countries, thinking about Malaysia(the food particularly) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt; and friends back there. Oh well, this is life i guess. Things do change, and let's just hope that greater things would fall together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4TfTB08kQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KxzmpBan9Ko/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4TfTB08kQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KxzmpBan9Ko/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441719767771418882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4TfgMq_EgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RL5AW0kDgHs/s1600-h/DSC_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4TfgMq_EgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RL5AW0kDgHs/s320/DSC_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441719994020729346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4Tf0ovrwBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZMOuPWFaO7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4Tf0ovrwBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZMOuPWFaO7Y/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441720345154011154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4Tf6Fh_MxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pdWBvtkKeH8/s1600-h/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4Tf6Fh_MxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pdWBvtkKeH8/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441720438780539666" 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/1136922043127464870-9039340643583840252?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/9039340643583840252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=9039340643583840252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/9039340643583840252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/9039340643583840252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/02/start-of-somehing-new.html' title='the start of somehing new'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/S4TfTB08kQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KxzmpBan9Ko/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-6164779636650713990</id><published>2010-01-20T01:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:42:14.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holiday’s coming to an end, and soon, a new journey will begin. I try not to think much about it and just pretty much enjoy spending these last few weeks here in Malaysia. Huu~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had a pre-departure briefing last Wednesday and I stayed over at the college for a few more days, spending some time (and money =p) with my other coursemates. During the three consecutive days of shopping spree in KL, I once stepped into Borders, had a quick and random screening of books and this one title of a book caught my attention- "BEFORE WE SAY GOODBYE". I just had a glimpse of the title; not even knowing who the author was nor what the book was all about, but that one particular phrase stayed in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;::Before We Say Goodbye::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It had me thinking about the things I need to do, matters I need to deal with and all the preparations I need to make before going abroad, before biding goodbye. Am I ready to go? Have I accomplished all my to-do-list which I had in mind when I first started the holidays back in November? Have you? It won’t be long before the moment of saying goodbye comes and with the ticking clock, I am trying to make full use of whatever time I have left here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With its pros and cons, one could not deny that the opportunity of studying abroad does offer worthwhile experiences that would help someone to grow and mature. Even with that fact in mind, I can't help but to still have a mixture of feelings about going over. Scared? Hell yes I am! With every day passes by, I am freaking out even more and more. But I'm trying to look at the bright side of things and I keep reassuring myself that this would be the best way to help me develop and strengthen myself to face life challenges, hence becoming a better person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is still a long journey of life. No one says it would be easy, but that should not stop us from treasuring life. So stop worrying, cherish the moment, and let's cry together once we get there...erk? =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-6164779636650713990?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6164779636650713990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=6164779636650713990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6164779636650713990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6164779636650713990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/01/unknown.html' title='the unknown'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1586580498173271404</id><published>2010-01-03T01:07:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:25:12.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>huh!</title><content type='html'>NO, i am not okay!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i am fine, that i have recovered, and the wound is healed.&lt;br /&gt;but i am not fine, i have not recovered and the wound still bleeds severely.&lt;br /&gt;i hate how easy it is for "that issue" to get into me, mess with my mind and affect my emotion &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;massively&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had it under controlled, but obviously that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just move on?? ughhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-1586580498173271404?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1586580498173271404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1586580498173271404' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1586580498173271404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1586580498173271404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/01/huh.html' title='huh!'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-377103174020737674</id><published>2010-01-01T12:20:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:42:39.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>biding goodbye to 2009</title><content type='html'>2009 is not a good year for me, it's not a year that I'm proud of..&lt;br /&gt;looking back on my 2009 journey, i would mostly remember all the bad things; all misery i went through, all mistakes i've done, all wrong calls i made, all decisions i regretted..&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i've said it before, and i'll say it again, the best thing about all the life dramas i had, it was made clear to me who my real friends are.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, not everything was sad and gloomy about 2009..i had enjoyable moments when tears of joy and happiness were shed.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, sayonaro 2009, hello 2010! wishing for better days and more beautiful moments..&lt;br /&gt;let's open a whole new chapter in our lives and be sure to paint it with smiles and laughter, the genuine cure to sorrow and  misery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: updating this little bloggie is my new year resolution..so resolution's achieved! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-377103174020737674?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/377103174020737674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=377103174020737674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/377103174020737674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/377103174020737674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2010/01/biding-goodbye-to-2009.html' title='biding goodbye to 2009'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5867437753286918634</id><published>2009-11-13T02:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:22:56.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'>love letter~bitter sweet memories of QUTeez Cohort 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;To be in the TEFL program is something that I had not dreamed of. To carry the title of a “teacher trainee” is something that still sends chills down my spine as the responsibility attached to the title is undeniably huge. To know the fact that one day, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM GOING TO BE A TEACHER&lt;/span&gt; is something that never fails to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Having spent almost two and a half years as a trainee teacher, there have indeed been so many collections of experiences and so many creations of memories. Nothing comes easy in this world and this program has definitely brought some pains and difficulties along the way especially when the assignments come crashing our head and mind all at once. As we kissed goodbye to the year 2008, the foundation years of QUT C1 were officially over and entering 2009, a new journey as degree students began for us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back on those days when we first joined the program, I can still remember the innocent faces of young minds who sometimes looked unsure of the reason for them to be in this program, the moments when we were all wondering whether we had made the right choice and whether we had chosen the right profession, whether we will make it to the end and whether we can survive the trials and challenges throughout the journey. The earlier part of the program had no doubt been a real challenge as we were all still pretty much clueless as to what to expect. Nevertheless, the lecturers have always been there to guide and assist us, and the support from families and friends helps to keep us on track and to not give up. We definitely have to thank our committed lecturers for always being there to wipe away the uncertainties we had and for building such a strong foundation in us through their hard work and dedication in educating us and preparing us to become great &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teachers of the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we are about to finish the first year of degree, and with Brisbane expecting us next year, it is going to be a whole new journey again as we craft over a new leaf &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in our pursuit&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of becoming future teachers. Another road, another challenges indeed. So C1, buckle up your seat belt, tight up your helmet and put on all the armours you have as it is not going to be an easy one over there. These past two years have been a real wonderful journey, along with all the sad, funny and happy life dramas that we had. Together we fall, we stumble, we laugh, we cry, and we have gone through the growing and maturing process and together, we have evolved. So the journey continues and for sure there will be bumpy roads ahead. But worry not, we have the greatest weapon to face the war; the love and care that we have for one another. We have each other to be relied upon and to depend on. So let’s continue the journey, keep on creating beautiful memories and build new exciting experiences. Always remember, rule number one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE ARE A FAMILY. &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*this was written for Communique but i thought, oh well, might as well post it here.. =D*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5867437753286918634?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5867437753286918634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5867437753286918634' title='4 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>b.ed tefl cohort 1</title><content type='html'>i guess this week would be the last week of us attending college, next week we are all off to BTN and the week after that, the holidays would start..this semester would be the last semester of the C1 to be in the college, next February, insyaAllah the C1 family will be flying to Aussie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, we had a farewell lunch together with the lecturers from our foundation and degree program..it was great..that could be the last time of us seeing the lecturers, those who had the responsibility of nurturing and guiding us to become who we are today, those who had been unquestionably committed in educating us and those who had poured in their love and care while preparing us for the real world..we were babies, who crawled and needed to be held, but now, i think we are slowly walking on our own, cautiously letting go of the helping hands and taking steps independently..it won't be long before we start running.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going over there, i know the challenges would be even bigger, tougher, deadlier?&lt;br /&gt;it would be a whole new world as we are left on our own to steer the direction of our ship of lives..and with a new responsibility attached to me, it won't be easy..with this new "position", i know people would somehow see me differently, my words and actions would be judged..but i see this responsibility rather as an opportunity for me to improve myself as well and i realized that there are other aspects than studying that need to be improved on..mental and spiritual preparations need to be made and self-bucking-up sessions are crucially in demand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are you up for the challenge??i hope i am.. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5613992985026920110?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1787410446886732752</id><published>2009-11-05T02:23:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:42:45.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>weird is one way to describe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*this is more of a 'self-express' post..just skip this one if it is not of your interest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last two months, so many things happened..&lt;br /&gt;conflicts, arisen issues, unspoken disputes, many truly mind-bugging and heart-breaking incidents happened..&lt;br /&gt;buckets of tears wasted.. =p&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah i survived to this day..&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder how i did..&lt;br /&gt;it has been a real tough episode of my life..&lt;br /&gt;with the piling up of assignments (which were all safely handed in) and the final exam (which just ended), spiced up with all my life dramas, pheww it was indeed chaotic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself unconsciously saying things i don't really mean..&lt;br /&gt;and how easily it is for people to misunderstand and misjudge me..&lt;br /&gt;i guess that makes me a perfectly typical human being who makes mistakes on a regular basis..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could say that all those "experiences" mature me but up to this moment, i seriously don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came another conflict..&lt;br /&gt;as if the existed situation was not enough to break me down, came another virus which infected the whole system of my body and soul, wiping out whatever faith i had left..&lt;br /&gt;of course there were some flaws on me for the conflict happened..&lt;br /&gt;it came as a shock, something i would not have expected..&lt;br /&gt;and i reacted like how i think other normal human being would react..&lt;br /&gt;i snapped, was not able to control my emotion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"anyone can become angry — that is easy, but to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way — that is not easy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(aristotle)&lt;br /&gt;very true indeed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend asked, how did i manage?&lt;br /&gt;to be able to handle one of the biggest conflicts in my life when it was so near to the exam, to still be able to put up with life when everything was such a mess..&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, i was not good in managing it at all..&lt;br /&gt;of course i said i'll be fine, but my emotional state was constantly going up and down on a roller coaster ride..&lt;br /&gt;it was tough, i had to restructure myself, i had to reprogram my thinking, i had to rethink of all my actions and i definitely had to pick myself up from where i fell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is in tough times like these that i discover who my real friends are..&lt;br /&gt;who would have faith in me when others don't..&lt;br /&gt;who would stand by me when the rest of the world walk out on me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they are supposed to help you discover who you are" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i hope this is true..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still learning about the harsh reality i'm living in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-1787410446886732752?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1787410446886732752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1787410446886732752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1787410446886732752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1787410446886732752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird-is-one-way-to-describe-it.html' title='weird is one way to describe it'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8534693670415190878</id><published>2009-09-09T02:52:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:37:51.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>IF...</title><content type='html'>if screaming could solve problems, i would have lost may voice long ago&lt;br /&gt;if crying could take the burdens away, there would not be enough buckets to hold my tears&lt;br /&gt;if running could settle issues, i would be needing a new pair of shoes continuously&lt;br /&gt;if jumping could relieve my mental pain, my feet would be swollen all the time&lt;br /&gt;if punching could heal my bitter heart, my bleeding hands would be those to be noticed first &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is not the way things work in the real world..there is no easy way of dealing with arisen issues and settling problems..it takes patience and determination for one to continue fighting day by day in trying to survive in this complicated world of living..the key is simple, yet hard to be done--&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8534693670415190878?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8534693670415190878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8534693670415190878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8534693670415190878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8534693670415190878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/09/if.html' title='IF...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2052656073112671827</id><published>2009-08-11T03:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:32:39.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love all about~</title><content type='html'>A friend once told me, to be in love is like climbing a hill right to the top. At the beginning of the climb, although the girl refuses to start the journey, the guy will continuously persuade and plead the girl to do so, talk her into trusting him as he would be there to guide and assist the girl, ensuring that she will make it to the top safely. When the girl agrees to start climbing and finally reaches the top, the guy will slowly let go of the hands that once firmly held the girl and vigorously push the girl down from the top of the hill. The pain of falling from the highest peak of the hill, pushed by the trusted guy who once convinced the girl to start the climbing is how the pain of being hurt by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; feels like. Our trust and hope are crushed by a man we believed in, who promised to always be there for us, guiding us throughout the journey. So yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE is THAT CRUEL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see how my friends suffer because of their ruined relationship makes my heart aches. To witness how their trust is torn apart by an undeserving guy who once swore that fidelity is his principle of life makes my heart bleeds. I am no expert in this lovey-dovey thingy but seeing how miserable they are because of some stupid men with their stupid love affairs, I can somehow feel their pain, I can somehow sense that they are crying inside though they put up a happy face on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of being in love anyway if at the end of it, we are going to suffer and pain would be the only feeling we have left??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, please be strong and no worries, WE’ll always be here for you guys.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm still in the midst of finishing my SBE..will be updating soon    (I hope) on that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2: Qteez, miss you guys!!can't wait to go back to college??hee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-2052656073112671827?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8308455459178987120</id><published>2009-08-02T17:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:17:35.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>safely blown the 20 candles...</title><content type='html'>howdy peeps!&lt;br /&gt;first of all, wanna express my deepest gratitude for all the birthday wishes (and the coming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;??) hee~&lt;br /&gt;last Wednesday, I'm officially 20.. =D&lt;br /&gt;Nadira, you were the first to wish..exactly 12 a.m and my phone rang..hee thanx babe.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a little update..&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my one-week-free-h1n1 holiday.. =)&lt;br /&gt;gotta start my 2 weeks of school-based-experience tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;supposedly, it should start last week but due to the free holiday my college had, it's postponed..&lt;br /&gt;seriously not in the mood of going back to school, completing the multiple tasks assigned...&lt;br /&gt;i am already flooded with assignments (which i didn't even bother to look at during the sweet holidays)&lt;br /&gt;the hectic life is coming in again..turning back to the half-dead working zombie...huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ayuh kembali ke sekolah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Qteez..happy schooling..haha see you guys in 2 weeks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SnVZKeZu5zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Sxwbk-NMDFk/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SnVZKeZu5zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Sxwbk-NMDFk/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365292567576373042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my yummy birthday cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*nak lagi nak lagi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8308455459178987120?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8308455459178987120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8308455459178987120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8308455459178987120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8308455459178987120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/08/safely-blown-20-candles.html' title='safely blown the 20 candles...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SnVZKeZu5zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Sxwbk-NMDFk/s72-c/Image072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7026009328226268954</id><published>2009-07-21T01:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:29:34.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'>l.i.f.e</title><content type='html'>in the middle of a crisis, all the goodness and kindness one's made would be forgotten, leaving the mistakes and bad things of that person to be constantly remembered,  continue to burn the bleeding heart of the other party..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-7026009328226268954?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7026009328226268954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7026009328226268954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7026009328226268954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7026009328226268954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='l.i.f.e'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-4896302827964643211</id><published>2009-07-20T01:41:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:28:33.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>do we always feel the need to conform to other people's approval and acceptance?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate myself for doing that, for thinking too much of what others think of me, for wanting too much for others to like and maybe think highly of me, for actually valuing those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insignificant others&lt;/span&gt;' opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid because it's a sign of insecurity, which i should not be having&lt;br /&gt;it's pathetic because only those who are not confident with themselves feel that way&lt;br /&gt;it's lame because only losers do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does that make me a stupid, pathetic, lame duck??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-4896302827964643211?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/4896302827964643211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=4896302827964643211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4896302827964643211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/4896302827964643211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8204988879777530987</id><published>2009-07-15T02:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:10:47.632+10:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh WITH anyone, but never laugh AT anyone</title><content type='html'>laughter is indeed the best medicine..when everything does not feel right and when things are getting complicated, having a friend to laugh with may lessen the burden and lighten our gloomy day a little..so yea, laugh WITH anyone but something that we should constantly bear in our mind is not to laugh AT anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how words have the power to heal or to break, our actions influence people around us both positively and negatively..i recalled an incident whereby i accidentally  laughed AT someone, a dearest friend of mine to be exact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my foundation years when i was compelled to stay at the hostel, i had a little study group, preparing for a mock exam at that time (study group usually works best for me)&lt;br /&gt;there were 4 of us, living on the same floor at the hostel..so we had our study plan and all, to ensure that we were right on time to cover all the topics (bajet systematic...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one night (we studied at night because obviously we had classes during the day), we had our study group as usual..we were discussing language description that particular night and we came across some terms that created confusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was something about complement verbs (kot) and we were like asking each other what's that bla bla bla..then this particular friend of mine thought it was "compliment" so she explained in such manner that the function of it is to praise bla bla bla (yela compliment tuh giving praises la kn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the other friends laughed like hell, saying dei, that's "COMPLIMENT" la..not "COMPLEMENT" (when i come to think of it, normal la for ppl to mix up words..i do it like all the time..argh we were damn cruel..huu~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like laughing a lot, and she was hurt with our non-stop laughing, she immediately packed her things, and rushed back to her room..we were stunned, didnt expect her to react such way because we felt like we were joking around..it was in the middle of the night, needed some "fun" to stay awake..but apparently, it was no fun for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling guilty, instead of studying language description that night, we studied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the art of apologizing&lt;/span&gt;...adei~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think it was that serious, because for me it was only a joke...but for her, we were like degrading her and she felt insulted..(her most unforgettable sentence.. "tau la korang pandai" huhu ampun!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we each wrote a letter to her, saying that we did not mean to laugh at her, apologizing, promising not to do it again..thank God she was back to normal, and we live happily ever after..haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we do not think much about what we do but actually, our actions affect others especially those people around us..when we think that this one thing is funny, we have to remember that maybe that particular thing is not funny to others..so people, plz be careful when you think that you are plainly cracking a joke because some may take it to heart and feel offended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: we had our little tips to help us stay awake during the study group and no, it's not drinking nescafe or eating candies..you know how girls love to gossip?? during the study group, some of us would suddenly remember about "stories" to share, so what we did is to have that person kinda make a note about that story (so that she wont forget it) and we waited until we felt so sleepy that we could not open our eyelids, then that person would share the "story"..so the "story" was some sort of a refreshment for us in helping us to stay awake..and it works actually.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8204988879777530987?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8204988879777530987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8204988879777530987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8204988879777530987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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easily blended (satu kepale la org kate)&lt;br /&gt;they watched each other's back (it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u-mess-with-my-friend-u-mess-with-me&lt;/span&gt; kind of thing), laughed their way out,  shed tears together (bile tgk cerekarama..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as in other friendships, issues arose..&lt;br /&gt;one day, something happened (that something had to be kept secret to not jeopardize the privacy of the friends)&lt;br /&gt;Z had kinda said something, and X may feel a little bit taken aback..&lt;br /&gt;and Y was stuck in the middle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z was not really in the mood that day due to some educational issues(wah) and Z kinda said no (about something) to X..Y was with Z at that time..&lt;br /&gt;Y knew about it and thought it was not a big issue and X also did not think that it was even an issue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe Z felt guilty, then came a letter, addressed to both X and Y, apologizing and explaining what really happened..&lt;br /&gt;Z was worried that X would be angry at Z, thinking that Y would go and tell X about the things that Z told Y..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Z, you should have known Y well enough to know that Y would not go and tell X about those things..Y would not want Z and X to be in a cold state..but after the letter came, although X claimed that it was nothing and X's fine, both Y and Z knew X was not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what will happen next?will things go back to normal??&lt;br /&gt;we shall wait and see~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends, along the bumpy road of friendship, we will surely come across some obstacles and we may get involved in some kind of "accident" but that is indeed normal..issues will definitely arise in any kind of relationships..but to heal after being injured in the "accident" may take times as wounded hearts are not easy to heal..but remember not to take too much time as the beauty of the friendship may fade away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: QUTeez, allowance's in!jom2 shopping..wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-7735647955489722150?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7735647955489722150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7735647955489722150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7735647955489722150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7735647955489722150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-drama-of-our-own.html' title='little drama of our own...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-995313399603364562</id><published>2009-06-30T02:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:36:14.880+10:00</updated><title type='text'>t.r.i.f.l.e</title><content type='html'>i dream of a better world where parking cars would not be an issue..seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my college has this issue of not allowing pre-service teachers to park their cars inside the college compound during office hours..and this is indeed irrelevant as there are enormous parking spaces (especially in the TESL block) to park the cars there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply don't understand why they would make this such a big issue..they "kicked" us out of the hostel since there were not enough spaces, gotta give way to the juniors..and how do they expect us to come 2 classes as we stay outside of the college??walking??gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we've been called by the lecturer as we, the guilty offenders of rules ignored the warnings and kept parking the cars inside the college..so, we were fined and for days to come, we are strictly forbidden to park the car in the college compound, which means that we have to park the car outside and walk all the way to our classes, carrying along all the heavy books, climbing the hill...haish~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-995313399603364562?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-43631618284408086</id><published>2009-06-27T23:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:32:33.197+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder..wonder</title><content type='html'>I’m turning 20 this end of July. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ppl, plz notice the hint..you have 1 month to prepare the gift..haha =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still get the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey-you-look-like-you-just-finished-your-SPM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I’m in a conversation with someone I just met. Do I look that childish??huahua~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, but I get that a lot especially back in my hometown, when I’m out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took my driving test last holiday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I finally had the courage to do so *wink*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I met lot of people who just finished their SPM, waiting to further their study (yela usually ppl amik driving license after abes SPM kn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So biasela, getting to know new people, common question will be&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“study lg ke??kat mane??”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but people would just ask me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“baru abes SPM eh? 18 taun eh??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then I would say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“eh tak..da 20 taun ni”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and common response would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“yeke?muka mcm br abes SPM”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haish weird~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I took my SPM when I was 16, it’s been about 4 years already. How come ppl still think I just had my SPM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if I’m out with my sis (she’s one year younger than me), people would ask who’s the big sis n sometimes, when we bumped into my sis’ friends, they would ask her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“itu (me) adik eh?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how come la you??huhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childish behavior can be seen from my face eh?? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xpela, kasi chance rase muda sket..lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-43631618284408086?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/43631618284408086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=43631618284408086' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/43631618284408086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/43631618284408086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderwonder.html' title='wonder..wonder'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8669567492513038585</id><published>2009-06-22T16:56:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:47:19.005+10:00</updated><title type='text'>monday is doom day...</title><content type='html'>sweet-holiday time's over..i've started my classes again today.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bosan bosan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas gile nk g klas...waa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the new unit guide which lists all the assignments for this sem..&lt;br /&gt;as usual, there's tons of assignments that involve loads of reading and writing and reading and writing and writing and writing and writing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(can u see how it's repeated over and over again??duh~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time like this that i miss having dramatization as one of the assignments as there would be less reading and writing..huu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for this sem, we no longer stayed in the same classes as last sem..&lt;br /&gt;we would be split and randomly mixed around with different people for the 3 main units..&lt;br /&gt;so we would be studying and working with different friends for the 3 subjects but there are some lucky people who manage to be in the same group with their clique for all the 3 classes.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*jelez jelez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there would be new lecturers, new subjects and new group mates this time around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: I'm officially broke, having to pay for all the books (which i doubt i would read) plus the rent for this month..err..some financial help anyone?? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8669567492513038585?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8669567492513038585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8669567492513038585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8669567492513038585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8669567492513038585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-is-doom-day.html' title='monday is doom day...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8832399823030408441</id><published>2009-06-03T14:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:56:35.547+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:random:</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps! Still enjoying my 3-week holidays back in my hometown..wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Perlis last Friday night, alone as my other Perlisan friends took an earlier ticket that particular night. I blamed myself for not buying the ticket earlier, as that was the only ticket left for Friday night, at 11 p.m. I would not mind going back alone if the bus is to be boarded at pudu, as it is not an issue for me to take the LRT alone to pudu but the thing is, I had to take the bus at duta which meant that I had to take a cab alone all the way to duta at night. It was indeed scary to be in the cab alone at night. I wasn’t sure whether the driver was an Indonesian or Jawa as he had this peculiar slang and that definitely added to the sense of creepiness I was feeling. It’s not that I’m not used of taking a cab alone but since it’s during &lt;strong&gt;night&lt;/strong&gt;, and I’m all &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; in the cab, and God knows what could happen, it’s kinda terrifying. Anyhow, I arrived safe and sound at duta. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanx to those who were concerned and kept checking on me to see whether I’ve arrived at duta or&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not the whole drama I experienced that night. My bus which was scheduled at 11 pm was delayed for almost 2 hours and it was about 1 am when the bus finally made it way back to Perlis. Gosh! I had to wait there, all alone, bored, tired, and sleepy. Huu~ Anyhow, I’m glad to finally be back to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this semester ended, I’ve actually been carrying the title as a teacher trainee for almost 2 years now. It was when this one particular person asked me while waiting for our bus to come how long I have been staying in KL that it hit me that it’s been 2 years already. It took me a while before I answered as it had me thinking, how long has it been actually? Gosh, time really flies like an arrow (no pun intended =p). 2 years huh? No kidding! One semester left and soon we will be making our ways to QUT, Aussie. InsyaAllah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have I changed for the past 2 years? I guess so. Taking more responsibilities, getting more independent, solving things on my own, dealing with issues more calmly, err..becoming more matured?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*grin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all change after a period of time. It’s just a matter whether the changes are for good or for worst. Things do not just stay the same. We change because of the experiences we experienced, the issues we dealt with, the problems and dilemmas we faced. All those spices of life add up to the development of the kind of people we are becoming and drive us towards transforming ourselves to become a better person. So don’t feel afraid of changes, it is indeed normal to face one. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8832399823030408441?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8832399823030408441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8832399823030408441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8832399823030408441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8832399823030408441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title=':random:'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1395162502225357139</id><published>2009-05-27T00:36:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:49:34.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>KLPac - Dr. BunHead's VolcaNo Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sh1ErGe476I/AAAAAAAAAIo/APE5W8ZGT4k/s1600-h/4462_1160608692578_1148634640_468133_2734226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sh1ErGe476I/AAAAAAAAAIo/APE5W8ZGT4k/s320/4462_1160608692578_1148634640_468133_2734226_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340500240396513186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went for another theatre-trip to klpac..the show was just ok..nothing spectacular bout it.. it's a science show i would say as this dr. bunhead actually performed few experiments to test some science facts and it involved lots of "booms"..and let me tell u, it was indeed very explosive!(earmuffs would be useful)&lt;br /&gt;this show is actually meant for kids of the age of 8-11..but i guess our lecturers arranged for us to see it as we are going to be primary school teachers (duh~)&lt;br /&gt;since it was meant for kids, of course there were lots of kids coming to watch the show..there was a bunch of australian kids from this private australian school in malaysia and some from other private schools..they were very (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;) eager to be chosen as the volunteers and they would just raise their hands everytime the dr. requested for help from the audience &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*pick me pick me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, they enjoyed the show the most..most of us (the so-called adults) fell asleep during the show and only woke up to cover our ears before the explosions took place.. =p (but i managed to stay awake thruout the show..wee~)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i would say the most enjoyable part of the trip is of course not the show, but the joy of capturing the moments we had at klpac..we took a lot (n i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;) of pics there (thanx 2 far with her precious "baby canon SLR") and thus, the journey of shutterbuggers began.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sh1ErGe476I/AAAAAAAAAIo/APE5W8ZGT4k/s72-c/4462_1160608692578_1148634640_468133_2734226_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-6437569952483084267</id><published>2009-05-25T02:34:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:20:31.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>::piece of mind::</title><content type='html'>i've been browsing the blog of a senior of mine and i am totally astounded with her (plz note it's a "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;") words n language.. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*envy2*&lt;/span&gt; i like the way she writes n yes, she is indeed one good writer.. =) she shares a fair complaint of being unable to express what she feels verbally and how she would rather pen down (or in this case, type in) her thoughts n opinions in the free-to-express-yourself medium of blogging..the most concrete reason behind that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"inability"&lt;/span&gt; is possessing poor interpersonal communication skills and perhaps, not having enough guts of voicing what you have in your minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find more n more people turning to blogging as a way of expressing themselves as they feel more free to share their views on things as they are not bound to conform to people's opinions and they have the freedom to say their minds and express their feelings..after all, it's their blog and they have the liberty of writing down whatever they want..it's their call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so back to this senior of mine..she has a good command of language and i wonder, how hard would it be for her to speak up as she has the language?with a little bit of self confident, she'll be a great speaker just like how great she is at writing..so is it fair to blame it all on the so-called poor communication skills that limit a person from speaking up and restrict that particular person from sharing his/her noble ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now with blogging in-trend, would it actually help in providing a medium for people to state their thoughts or would it just be a place that people turn to so as to avoid them from having to face the reality that they really should buck up and improve their communication skills to better able to express themselves verbally??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally use this blog as a means for me to express my thoughts and feelings, those things left unsaid and those emotions that keep clinging in my heart..i see blogging as a way of letting go my emotions..after all, bottled-up emotions may lead to nasty things..so it's better for us to find a way of pouring it all out in a positive manner before we crack down under the pressure of being unable to free our minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's a free choice actually...some people talk a lot, and some people just dont..of course for professional or work purposes, we need to be able to speak up and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;communicate &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; rather than &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;machine..&lt;/span&gt;but when it comes to expressing feelings or personal things, we have our own shares in deciding which means suits us the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.. good day peeps! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italiccolor:#cc33cc;" &gt;*i write to express, not to impress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-6437569952483084267?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6437569952483084267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=6437569952483084267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6437569952483084267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6437569952483084267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/05/piece-of-mind.html' title='::piece of mind::'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5557636303405259056</id><published>2009-05-23T18:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:15:05.608+10:00</updated><title type='text'>why??</title><content type='html'>why do i have to be bothered about that?&lt;br /&gt;u have ur life, n i have my own..&lt;br /&gt;maybe my life is not as perfect as ur seem-to-be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life..&lt;br /&gt;so what??i treasure every inch of it..&lt;br /&gt;we have different circle of friends n we lead an undoubtedly different way of lives..&lt;br /&gt;so let us just take separate ways..&lt;br /&gt;maybe we once shared the same way..&lt;br /&gt;but as the tense suggests, we no longer do...&lt;br /&gt;so be it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;back off and stop haunting me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5557636303405259056?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5557636303405259056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5557636303405259056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5557636303405259056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5557636303405259056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='why??'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-720730990995618526</id><published>2009-05-21T10:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:17:23.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tamat babak 1..hee~</title><content type='html'>hoo yeah exam da abes!!&lt;br /&gt;dat marks d end of da 1st sem of my 1st year degree... =D&lt;br /&gt;so babak 1 -d exam taking part- is officially ended..&lt;br /&gt;babak 2??result time loo..&lt;br /&gt;aish dunno la how..tawakal jela..hmm&lt;br /&gt;tp rase cm x sggup n msuk 2nd sem, with all d assignments which no doubt would be tougher n more demanding...huu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enjoying my so-called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;temporary freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: rase cam nk tgk cte "syurga cinta"..cam bez..haha jom2! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-720730990995618526?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/720730990995618526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=720730990995618526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/720730990995618526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/720730990995618526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/05/tamat-babak-1hee.html' title='tamat babak 1..hee~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7763338438963433011</id><published>2009-05-04T01:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:17:53.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wee~</title><content type='html'>juz nk ckp...&lt;br /&gt;bez gile &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mng &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OIAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;haha =D&lt;br /&gt;tu je...&lt;br /&gt;dah. study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: soleh, nnt lah ku update ini blog yea...cte psal xm mau??huahua~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-7763338438963433011?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7763338438963433011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7763338438963433011' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7763338438963433011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7763338438963433011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/05/wee.html' title='wee~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-430721941483452286</id><published>2009-04-24T01:09:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:20:40.918+10:00</updated><title type='text'>haish~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;::problem problem::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;heavily burdened wit problems...irrational...unrelevant...heart-breaking...mind-bugging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;::study study::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start studying but no steps taken...still lazing around...wasting time...taking my own sweet time...doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::exam exam::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;final's coming...stress' building up...tension's rising...freaking out...soooo not ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;::unspoken issues::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sensitive radar on its highest peak...over-sensitive...extremely emotional...take things to heart...trifles...but still...over-dose of emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life doesnt make sense sumtimes&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sabarlah hati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-430721941483452286?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/430721941483452286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=430721941483452286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/430721941483452286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/430721941483452286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/04/haish.html' title='haish~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5967769604693640933</id><published>2009-04-22T02:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:40:25.557+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn..im going to miss those “sciento” moments…</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned before, I took science as my elective subject for this semester and today was the last science class I had as the semester is coming to an end (the following 2 weeks would be the study weeks and after that- xm!!)&lt;br /&gt;Though I have complained about being too occupied with sciento work (it’s science work actually, I prefer to call it “sciento”…freedom of speech..wee~), I have to admit that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m going to miss all those sciento classes and moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s kinda sad to end the class today, realizing how another semester has gone..i just hate to end something, knowing that I will never have the chance to go through the same routines like I did before…hmm~&lt;br /&gt;Though it seemed like me together with my partner-in-crime, mina n my other group mates loved to play around in the class and didn’t pay attention to the lessons taught (we believed that we were black-listed by our lecturer as we created too much noise.. =p), I actually enjoy being in the classes, spending time with my friends, “lepak”-ing around…&lt;br /&gt;Being in the science class actually made me realize about the world of teaching better as I was exposed to various teaching approaches and I had the chance to experience some real-teaching experiences…&lt;br /&gt;Million apologies to our lecturer and thanx for all the knowledge and experiences shared…truly appreciate it… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: wanna attach some pics but i realized that i dont have any pics taken in the lab...how come??huu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5967769604693640933?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5967769604693640933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5967769604693640933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5967769604693640933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5967769604693640933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/04/darnim-going-to-miss-those-sciento.html' title='Darn..im going to miss those “sciento” moments…'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-616482121937379745</id><published>2009-04-06T19:49:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:38:14.007+10:00</updated><title type='text'>r.a.n.d.o.m</title><content type='html'>life without obstacles wud be lifeless...&lt;br /&gt;life without relationships wud be lifeless...&lt;br /&gt;we dun live a life alone...&lt;br /&gt;we dun live a life on our own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE is a short word with wide definition n ppl perceive life differently...&lt;br /&gt;der's no one specific idea of leading a hepi life as ppl dun share da same joy n sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;some may value life as being preoccupied wit work while others may enjoy a relaxing day-to-day life wit same repeated routines which may be boring to some ppl...&lt;br /&gt;we decide on da kind of life we want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's normal 4 our lives 2 be filled wit all kind of bullshits (mind my language)...&lt;br /&gt;it's juz up 2 us whether we want to allow those things to get into us and stop us from treasuring life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along d way on our path of lives, we'll meet lots of ppl who bring sorrow n misery in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;but on da same road, we'll also find ppl who bring comfort, joy, hepiness n shine our lives wit their love..&lt;br /&gt;da journey of finding and meeting those precious ppl is wat makes life worth living... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always treasure those special ppl around u...they may sumtimes be a pain in d ass but they will never fail to brighten ur day with their care n laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's short...&lt;br /&gt;live it..love it..learn from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sdos-kBO_II/AAAAAAAAAGg/evYq6I_ZqOQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321615363024026754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sdos-kBO_II/AAAAAAAAAGg/evYq6I_ZqOQ/s320/untitled.bmp" 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/1136922043127464870-616482121937379745?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/616482121937379745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=616482121937379745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/616482121937379745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/616482121937379745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='r.a.n.d.o.m'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sdos-kBO_II/AAAAAAAAAGg/evYq6I_ZqOQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-657810987400984581</id><published>2009-04-05T02:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:15:17.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's da teacher in me talking again... =p</title><content type='html'>handling a classroom full of students with different abilities and wide range of personalities would be a handful one..in order to enable the T&amp;amp;L process to be conducted smoothly, teachers need to find a way to control da students... no matter how knowledgeable a teacher is, if he (or she) cant control da classroom, he would not be able to teach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming a teacher is not juz about preparing oneself in terms of the mastery of the knowledge..it goes beyond dat as teachers need to be in control of their emotions as well...children would always be children...they are capable of challenging one's emotion and mental state to the highest level and without a strong determination, we would easily be defeated by the children's endless energy and childish behavior..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat is why it is crucial for teachers to be equipped with not only high IQ, but also high EQ so as to better able to manage their emotions while teaching and avoid them from simply throwing tantrums at da students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with high EQ, teachers would be able to handle stressful circumstances wisely..teachers would know the best way of handling da students' emotions and pulling them back to be focus to the learning process.. scolding da students would not be da best way of educating them...in tough times, it's better to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to them, rather than to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..possessing EQ will enable teachers to better handle the students in vary situations and help them to navigate their emotions to the right channel without disturbing the T&amp;amp;L process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;educators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out there, always remember that u not only need to improve ur IQ, but u would also need to contiunously upgrade ur EQ as it will do a lot of help in managing da students and da classroom...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SdeVItjZ_qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DG6q0JTNldA/s1600-h/inspirations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320885461661122210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SdeVItjZ_qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DG6q0JTNldA/s320/inspirations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;great teachers inspire&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-657810987400984581?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/657810987400984581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=657810987400984581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/657810987400984581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/657810987400984581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-da-teacher-in-me-talking-again-p.html' title='it&apos;s da teacher in me talking again... =p'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SdeVItjZ_qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DG6q0JTNldA/s72-c/inspirations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-6211953329216904549</id><published>2009-04-02T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:59:03.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>e.m.p.t.y</title><content type='html'>wanna post sumthg but hav no idea wat to write...&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happenned...&lt;br /&gt;life goes on a regular basis of attending classes+discussion+presentation&lt;br /&gt;i'l write on sumthg once i've an idea yea.. wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-6211953329216904549?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6211953329216904549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=6211953329216904549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6211953329216904549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6211953329216904549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/04/empty.html' title='e.m.p.t.y'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8361960893361589471</id><published>2009-03-17T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:26:29.001+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards healthy living…yay! =)</title><content type='html'>The title itself reveals what this post is all about. I am suddenly concerned about my state of health as it suddenly occurs to me that I’ve been neglecting my health for all these while. Let’s list down how I have been taking my health for granted.&lt;br /&gt;1- I DON’T take MILK. Me n milk juz don match. Juz imagine how insufficient the calcium level in my body is as I stopped taking milk since I was 6 or 7 years old I guess. My bones must have been cracking…huu~&lt;br /&gt;2- I rarely eat veggies. Cam malas je nk makan….haha&lt;br /&gt;3- I consume too much egg. The suggested amount is 3 eggs per week but I think I have it daily and sometimes, 2 eggs per day… cholestrol2…aiyak!&lt;br /&gt;4- I only take fruits when I am back at home (like now in Perlis). Bkn ape, it’s hard to find fruits in KL . Yang ade pn, ape yang djual kt café Kak Som kt TESL block tuh…betik n jambu..bosan~&lt;br /&gt;5- N the list goes on n on n on……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how to make things right? These are some of the ways that I think may lead me to a better and healthy living.&lt;br /&gt;1- Take milk! Hoho…dis is a tough one..but I’ll start with taking chocolate drink. There’s milk in it right. So after dis holiday, I’ll be FORCING myself to buy chocolate drink (im thinking bout d dutch lady choc milk) and it has to be taken DAILY.&lt;br /&gt;2- Include veggies in every meal I take. =)&lt;br /&gt;3- Cut the no of eggs consumed! Follow the suggested amount, 3 eggs per week.&lt;br /&gt;4- Take fruits regularly (though it means buying “betik” from Kak Som everyday).&lt;br /&gt;5- I think I should include exercising in da list rite?but I’ll put dat on hold first. Haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that my so-called healthy diet is quite costly (Kak Som wil make more money of it =p ) Nonetheless, it is for the best. Mama ckp it’s ok to spend more on healthy living rather than to spend even more money in trying to cure all the diseases that may attack us in the future. Whatever it is, prevention is definitely better than cure. So let’s start living healthily! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dis post is meant as a reminder to myself to take my health seriously and having it posted would make me constantly aware that I have to obey it. So friends, do support me yea~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-8361960893361589471?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8361960893361589471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8361960893361589471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8361960893361589471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8361960893361589471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/03/towards-healthy-livingyay.html' title='Towards healthy living…yay! =)'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7766922701586028473</id><published>2009-03-08T15:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:13:10.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>KLPac~Q-BistrO</title><content type='html'>here's a quick recap on wat happened to me yesterday...im supposed 2 watch a performance called Wicked Wizard, which started at 5pm at KLPac today...bcoz d college's bus had limitied seats (duh~) those wit cars had 2 go der on their own...so, my coursemates n i gathered at d college at abt 3.30 but our journey only started at abt 3.50..der were like 7 cars all together, convoyed to KLPac..we werent quite sure of d road 2 get der so we had 2 rely on those who knew..but of coz, d traffic in KL is known 2 be jammed...we were stuck for abt an hour in d traffic...dis was when some of us got lost, unable to follow d other cars infront...after all d trouble, lots of phone calls n 'cilok' here n der, my car together wit d other 3 cars managed to reach KLPac at abt 5.30 pm...den we rushed in to watch d performnce n of coz, we missed d beginning of it...my frens in d other 3 cars were completely lost n dey only manged to reach der at abt 7pm..luckily dey cud change their ticket n catched d 8.30 show...d performance was quite ordinary, nothing outstanding (opps!)..it's a mere magic show being brought into a theatre-like performance...besides, some of their jokes were culture-bound and malaysians may not understand it...wasted rm 45???hmm...it's an experience dho...i did enjoy their performance...but frankly speaking, gamarjobat is so much more fun!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after d performnce, we stayed der for maghrib prayer n went for dinner after dat at Q-Bistro which is located nearby my house...d ending of d day was an enjoying one as we dined together as a big grup (altho i didn finish my food...huu perut da masuk angin~) one word to describe my day today--&gt; CHAOTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNjufWJHbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u7LyQp46gVU/s1600-h/2665_1110473319225_1148634640_342902_6509475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698035939450290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNjufWJHbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u7LyQp46gVU/s320/2665_1110473319225_1148634640_342902_6509475_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~frens for life =D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkAVamU6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DggkdozAjTY/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698342511432610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkAVamU6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DggkdozAjTY/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkWHYsTbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/89otgsmXacg/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698716702461362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkWHYsTbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/89otgsmXacg/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkK_-2aNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_GL38bHimYU/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698525736462546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkK_-2aNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_GL38bHimYU/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkga3O9II/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AiuszrUWE9c/s1600-h/2649_1089841053754_1458307596_265085_7806335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698893729526914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNkga3O9II/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AiuszrUWE9c/s320/2649_1089841053754_1458307596_265085_7806335_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q-BistrO...der were 12 of us all together~&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/1136922043127464870-7766922701586028473?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7766922701586028473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7766922701586028473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7766922701586028473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7766922701586028473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/03/klpacq-bistro.html' title='KLPac~Q-BistrO'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNjufWJHbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u7LyQp46gVU/s72-c/2665_1110473319225_1148634640_342902_6509475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-2349311611587296843</id><published>2009-03-08T15:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:54:19.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ice skating~</title><content type='html'>last friday (which was a holiday 4 us bcoz of sport's thingy), i went to sunway pyramid again n dis time, d sole purpose was 2 accompany a friend of mine 2 skate der(since d last time we went, d skating area was oredi closed)...so, upon reaching der at abt 12, we straight away went to the skating ring...i didnt plan 2 skate at 1st but at d end, all da 5 0f us did (teman kawan punye pasal =p)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my 2nd experience of ice skating is not too bad la...der's been more skating n less falling (i only fell once..yay!) improved skills???boley la...der's more feeling of ice skating compared 2 my previous experience...hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some pics taken after we skated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNaBv78PVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gIKX-m54Yiw/s1600-h/DSC01838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310687371694194002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNaBv78PVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gIKX-m54Yiw/s320/DSC01838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt;alia,syeena,wani,me,far&lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNcQ6huSmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NCF3PFqlUuA/s1600-h/DSC01850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689831258311266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNcQ6huSmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NCF3PFqlUuA/s320/DSC01850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNcCfEVBEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sVy7vgQBl3w/s1600-h/DSC01855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689583369094210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNcCfEVBEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sVy7vgQBl3w/s320/DSC01855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNblbimbAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1yhhsWDoWX4/s1600-h/DSC01845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689084206115842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNblbimbAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1yhhsWDoWX4/s320/DSC01845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNaihOIi-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jFqiNrbxYpg/s1600-h/DSC01840.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/1136922043127464870-2349311611587296843?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/2349311611587296843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=2349311611587296843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2349311611587296843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/2349311611587296843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-skating.html' title='ice skating~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SbNaBv78PVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gIKX-m54Yiw/s72-c/DSC01838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-772331614975613922</id><published>2009-03-05T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:19:44.302+10:00</updated><title type='text'>da thing called L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil Gaiman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saje je nk post ni..cam bez..m sure at one point in our lives, every1 feels dis way especially when we fall for someone who doesnt love us back, or dat foolish somebody toys with our feelings...but, da thing with love is, no matter how hard we try to push da feeling away, we juz cant get over it... we cant choose who to fall in love with...sumtimes, we noe dat da guy (or gurl) is not da rite 1 for us..but we still dote on him..it's not sumthg dat we decide upon...it's sumthg dat juz happens and once it does, we are stuck wit da feeling no matter how much we hate it...dat's why ppl say, love can drive us crazy...we hate it but we juz cant get over it..so wat to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sa_fr4H4MyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pHwRtmIgopI/s1600-h/love_quotes_graphics_b2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309708430585901858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sa_fr4H4MyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pHwRtmIgopI/s320/love_quotes_graphics_b2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: gambar sekadar hiasan...hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-772331614975613922?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/772331614975613922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=772331614975613922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/772331614975613922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/772331614975613922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-thing-calls-love.html' title='da thing called L.O.V.E'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sa_fr4H4MyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pHwRtmIgopI/s72-c/love_quotes_graphics_b2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-8019050257806434374</id><published>2009-03-04T16:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:23:11.911+10:00</updated><title type='text'>u mess with my friend, u mess with me…</title><content type='html'>I always thought that this kind of ‘rule’ applies only to girls whereby girls value friendship as something precious and girls will stick up for their pals in whatever circumstances. However, I recently learnt that guys do the same thing. The ‘brotherhood’ bond between guys is also as strong as the ’sisterhood’ bond that is possessed by girls. When it comes to friendship, gender does not act as a distinguisher to distinguish between the closeness of a boy and a girl to his or her respective clique. The term ‘friendship’ itself reflects the bond one possesses with another person who may have the same personality with him or her, or a completely contradicting one. Commonly, friends become more attached and closer to one another as time passed by. This is simply because they go through things together and they learn to be by each other’s side in happiness and sorrow. As they spend lot of their time together and share their ups and downs in lives, the bond that they build becomes stronger and unbreakable. This is why, when one of the friends is in trouble or faces some difficulties with other person, his or her friends would immediately stand up for him or her. They feel the need to protect and defend their friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If someone is messing with their friend, that means, he or she is messing with them to. &lt;/span&gt;They would even go to the extent of forming a ‘lynch mob’ in their attempt of defending their beloved friend. So a piece of advice to people out there, don’t pick a fight with someone who has the advantage of having this kind of friend because if you mess with their friend, you mess with them to. Instead of you against one person, you may have to face this one person together with a bunch of his or her friends. Things may get pretty messy! =p&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sa4sMkx5RsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vbEXZmtCdD8/s1600-h/20090107021302_friendship_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309229605259396802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sa4sMkx5RsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vbEXZmtCdD8/s320/20090107021302_friendship_06.jpg" 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/1136922043127464870-8019050257806434374?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/8019050257806434374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=8019050257806434374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8019050257806434374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/8019050257806434374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-mess-with-my-friend-u-mess-with-me.html' title='u mess with my friend, u mess with me…'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/Sa4sMkx5RsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vbEXZmtCdD8/s72-c/20090107021302_friendship_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-9043351525910287713</id><published>2009-03-03T11:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:11:31.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'>huu~</title><content type='html'>i miss my mom's cooking!!&lt;br /&gt;huu cant wait 2 go home nex week...&lt;br /&gt;sambal ayam yg sdap... =)&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home..m coming bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;but den hav 2 settle all d assgments 1st...&lt;br /&gt;sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-9043351525910287713?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/9043351525910287713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=9043351525910287713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/9043351525910287713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/9043351525910287713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/03/huu.html' title='huu~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1100144399577090223</id><published>2009-03-01T15:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:56:25.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>::students vs. teachers??::</title><content type='html'>a good student may not be a good teacher..regardless how clever dat teacher would be when he(or she) is studying, he would not be acknowledged as a good teacher if he doesnt know how to pass da knowledge to his students..he may be a clever student but he would not be a clever teacher if he doesnt know da right way of approaching his students..being clever would not guarantee a person to be a good teacher..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wat matters is d ability of da teacher to transfer knowledge to da students&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking science as my elective subject and in this subject, i am not taught of all da scientific knowledge..instead, i learn about the teaching approaches and pedagogies in which would be useful for me to apply in da classroom once i start my teaching in years to come.. [it sounds scary...huu~] learning this widen my eyes to the actual process of teaching and learning and i realize dat being a teacher is not juz a matter of transmitting da knowledge but rather how da knowledge is transmitted..we have left behind da spoon-feeding technique whereby students juz absorb knowledge from teachers and we are moving towards guiding the students to construct their own knowledge, a process which requires full commitment from teachers in moulding the students to be actively involved in the T&amp;amp;L process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i realize dat it's not easy to be a teacher!we carry a heavy burden in guiding the students to develop their best potentials, not only academic wise but also in developing their character building and best attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;err..it's too late 2 quit course huh?? =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-1100144399577090223?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1100144399577090223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1100144399577090223' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1100144399577090223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1100144399577090223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/students-vs-teachers.html' title='::students vs. teachers??::'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5159805152467936814</id><published>2009-02-21T19:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:36:36.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' day out--&gt;sunway pyramid</title><content type='html'>yesterday's afternoon, me n a bunch of frens went to sunway pyramid, trying 2 get our head off the philosophy assignment (which was safely handed-in...hee~) d original plan was 2 ice skate der..but of coz, d 1st thing 2 do is filling our empty stomach.. =) few of my frens dined at tony roma's but me n another 2 frens weren't quite 'attracted' to the menu der, so we chose 2 had our lunch at gasoline...d food was marvellous! highly recommended 4 everyone... =) i had a black pepper chicken chop (yummy!) n d 3 of us enjoyed our meals while happily chit-chating n gossiping around.. (thanx 2 'nuna far' for introducing d place) we planned 2 ice skate at night, after d maghrib prayer...recalling my 1st experience of ice skating last year, i was both thrilled n scared 2 give it another shot...i am soo not into skating thingy as i struggled when i did it last year...i fell counteless time n i'd call it "ice-walking+falling" rather than ice skating.. =p unfortunately, d skating place was closed at night (i think it's bcoz some ppl booked d place, so it's not open 4 public dat nite) my frens who were so eager to try out ice skating were so disappointed...nonetheless, we continued wandering around at sunway pyramid n drove home around 9.30 pm...it was a great day (except 4 d part we didnt have d chance 2 ice skate) n i believe, we all njoyed ourselves very much..i know i did.. =D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZ_Tt2zMMbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JJOSJY4F4Fg/s1600-h/1_486861275l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305191670823530930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZ_Tt2zMMbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JJOSJY4F4Fg/s320/1_486861275l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~d whole bunch of us--&gt; d GGs~&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SaEBqyC2eyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bz9C7a5DG00/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305523670519020322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SaEBqyC2eyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bz9C7a5DG00/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~posing2 depan cermin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SaEC_-2z25I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j7YfO-KOKHI/s1600-h/DSC01751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305525134247058322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SaEC_-2z25I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j7YfO-KOKHI/s320/DSC01751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~kema n alia in their own world..hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5159805152467936814?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/5159805152467936814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=5159805152467936814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5159805152467936814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/5159805152467936814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-good-food.html' title='girls&apos; day out--&gt;sunway pyramid'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZ_Tt2zMMbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JJOSJY4F4Fg/s72-c/1_486861275l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-7869170881025146631</id><published>2009-02-19T01:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:52:00.552+10:00</updated><title type='text'>haish~</title><content type='html'>hmm...is it me who's at fault??&lt;br /&gt;so m nt considrate of others' feelings??&lt;br /&gt;how come they judge me simply bcoz of dat?&lt;br /&gt;r dey judging me??&lt;br /&gt;i seyesly dunno....darn..&lt;br /&gt;dis is nt a gud feeling...&lt;br /&gt;distracting...waa~&lt;br /&gt;things were ok jz now...but...&lt;br /&gt;m i being 2 harsh??&lt;br /&gt;i shud say sumthg bout dat rite??&lt;br /&gt;damn it...jz tel it 2 my face la...&lt;br /&gt;no need 2 be sarcastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;~i hate dis part rite here~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-7869170881025146631?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/7869170881025146631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=7869170881025146631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7869170881025146631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/7869170881025146631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/haish.html' title='haish~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-976596825648179535</id><published>2009-02-13T00:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:12:14.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophy assignment yg sengal... =p</title><content type='html'>im supposed to work on da 2nd draft of my philo assignment now (the 1st draft is soo like rubbish..duh) but im so not in d mood 2 do so...mentally exhausted...my to-do list seems endless...been pushing myself too much lately, forcing d body to complete lot of things at one time which mainly revovle around assignments n presentation...dis philo assignment is a truly challenging one..digging into the aims n objectives of KBSR n NPE, critical analysis in investigating how far hav they achieved their targets....maximum usage of critical n creative thinking skills..waa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"saye penat+malas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-976596825648179535?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/976596825648179535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=976596825648179535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/976596825648179535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/976596825648179535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophy-assignment-yg-sengal-p.html' title='philosophy assignment yg sengal... =p'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-3596595629880118441</id><published>2009-02-11T02:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:28:37.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'>adios foundation...hello degree! =D</title><content type='html'>1 and a half years of foundation program was officially over as d year 2008 ended...entering 2009, m crafting over a new piece of leaf as i start my journey as a degree student of TEFL program...as i am in a twinning program with QUT, Aussie, d title of a degree student promises more thorns than roses as i have to work harder to fulfill d requirements of all d 'mat salleh' in ensuring dat im qualified to be one of d QUT's students....haish~ n it definitely comes with a price--&gt; more works!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301502877410206146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZK4x0e_IcI/AAAAAAAAADg/W1Hk7zEqKXw/s320/1_168290799l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;d foundation nite dinner marks d end of our journey as foundation students....yay!we r no more foundation students! =D&lt;br /&gt;new classmates...new subjects...new lecturers... new world??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZK6dBysQlI/AAAAAAAAADo/xxhcU0Q2mDc/s1600-h/thechase1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301504719228518994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZK6dBysQlI/AAAAAAAAADo/xxhcU0Q2mDc/s320/thechase1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;though i have new classmates now, the special bond i had with my classmates of foundation class 1.1 n 2.1 could never be replaced...we had gone thru d growing n maturing process together n together, we had evolved..... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZK-in1_WrI/AAAAAAAAADw/xOhteUuwIuY/s1600-h/P7270005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301509213388757682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZK-in1_WrI/AAAAAAAAADw/xOhteUuwIuY/s320/P7270005.JPG" 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/1136922043127464870-3596595629880118441?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/3596595629880118441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=3596595629880118441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3596595629880118441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/3596595629880118441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/adios-foundationhello-degree-d.html' title='adios foundation...hello degree! =D'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZK4x0e_IcI/AAAAAAAAADg/W1Hk7zEqKXw/s72-c/1_168290799l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-6684599128731763327</id><published>2009-02-11T01:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:20:42.089+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures can paint thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGksQbDiFI/AAAAAAAAACg/M6iYUpN1agk/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301199316621428818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGksQbDiFI/AAAAAAAAACg/M6iYUpN1agk/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGmjUxIumI/AAAAAAAAADY/-iElTA0nY20/s1600-h/wonder...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301201362192218722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGmjUxIumI/AAAAAAAAADY/-iElTA0nY20/s320/wonder...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGmL4qml9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/S_OPfajacAo/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301200959511631826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGmL4qml9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/S_OPfajacAo/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGl0HLsrAI/AAAAAAAAADI/uRmVN-3lKQs/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301200551091678210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGl0HLsrAI/AAAAAAAAADI/uRmVN-3lKQs/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlkL9PfVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V6ATW8bZo00/s1600-h/tennis+gurlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301200277495315794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlkL9PfVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V6ATW8bZo00/s320/tennis+gurlz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlp4hSwPI/AAAAAAAAADA/Q42QRPrOx3U/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301200375357030642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlp4hSwPI/AAAAAAAAADA/Q42QRPrOx3U/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlTfO6f3I/AAAAAAAAACw/JI1NdEQkLTk/s1600-h/war+games....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301199990611935090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlTfO6f3I/AAAAAAAAACw/JI1NdEQkLTk/s320/war+games....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlAYOr9sI/AAAAAAAAACo/7DOfwlzpwbA/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301199662314419906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGlAYOr9sI/AAAAAAAAACo/7DOfwlzpwbA/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGkYGKNYbI/AAAAAAAAACY/0vFGbzgYRys/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198970269032882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGkYGKNYbI/AAAAAAAAACY/0vFGbzgYRys/s320/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjqLDq0nI/AAAAAAAAACI/KXO2TvO9cOc/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198181309796978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjqLDq0nI/AAAAAAAAACI/KXO2TvO9cOc/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjasla_sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GknS8pG4aC8/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301197915431829186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjasla_sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GknS8pG4aC8/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGj4l_EgZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tosoNMWmuBc/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198429056434578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGj4l_EgZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tosoNMWmuBc/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjOVRUYOI/AAAAAAAAABw/7PjlsgXNR0g/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301197703015063778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjOVRUYOI/AAAAAAAAABw/7PjlsgXNR0g/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjgp-p6jI/AAAAAAAAACA/c5SDc1V-RO0/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198017811573298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGjgp-p6jI/AAAAAAAAACA/c5SDc1V-RO0/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture can paint a thousand words....these pics illustrate the joy n happiness i had wit my besties...it portrays the memories we created together throughout our journey of frenship...every memory attached to each picture is very dear to me n i would always cherish all those precious moments we had together ... love my super nice-haywire-crazy friends so much... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1136922043127464870-6684599128731763327?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/6684599128731763327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=6684599128731763327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6684599128731763327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/6684599128731763327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-can-paint-thousand-words.html' title='pictures can paint thousand words...'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGksQbDiFI/AAAAAAAAACg/M6iYUpN1agk/s72-c/DSC02439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1044319998769980117</id><published>2009-02-10T18:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:03:41.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'>~d journey as a foundation student~</title><content type='html'>Embarking the journey as a foundation student in the B. Ed TEFL program, I have to say that im blessed with a circle of gud frens who stand by me throughout all d circumstances, be it in sorrow or in happiness…as I evolve throughout da years, our frenship grows stronger and closer… &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE71z1qXAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kEhyy5xIPM0/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301084032026172418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE71z1qXAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kEhyy5xIPM0/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~najato, me,far n becky~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da 4 of us quickly bonded when we first met as we were placed in d same class at d beginning of our foundation program...we went thru d suffering n torturing orientation week together n we are still very much close to 1 another... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301085219921475378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE869F-NzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R5DOuNWYvIw/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;~wani, me, far and becky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dis pic was taken during our first dramatization performance.... wani was d princess n d 3 of us were d fairies....hee~ =) dis is when we first learnt to develop our so-called acting skills... wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE9wHg9WqI/AAAAAAAAABA/QQvYEk4cXt4/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301086133252086434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE9wHg9WqI/AAAAAAAAABA/QQvYEk4cXt4/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE-FlYBPtI/AAAAAAAAABI/GnM6HC7PASg/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301086502044909266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE-FlYBPtI/AAAAAAAAABI/GnM6HC7PASg/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE-FlYBPtI/AAAAAAAAABI/GnM6HC7PASg/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~during our social studies' exhibition~ ~da wholesome of FC 1.1 students~&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/1136922043127464870-1044319998769980117?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1044319998769980117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1044319998769980117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1044319998769980117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1044319998769980117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-journey-as-foundation-student.html' title='~d journey as a foundation student~'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE71z1qXAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kEhyy5xIPM0/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-1547884930968161677</id><published>2009-02-10T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:13:43.381+10:00</updated><title type='text'>da very 1st step... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE0KvgJHcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RdlBpOUpytg/s1600-h/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301075595546402242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE0KvgJHcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RdlBpOUpytg/s320/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe this is amongst d earliest pic snapped at my college, me being a teacher trainee at special teachers training institute, cheras...i started my foundation program as a TEFL student there in July 2007...we were assigned to b da 'food giver' to the participants of english language camp which was held at our college that time...da 2 frens are amongst my coursemates...oyy boy, we looked innocent back then (espcially becky wit dat hair cut =p) reflecting on those days, i can see how all of us have gone thru changes and transformed (hopfuli towards becoming better people) in our pursuit of becoming future teachers... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~GreaT TeacHers iNspiRe~&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/1136922043127464870-1547884930968161677?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/feeds/1547884930968161677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136922043127464870&amp;postID=1547884930968161677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1547884930968161677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136922043127464870/posts/default/1547884930968161677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asnifarisya.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-very-1st-step.html' title='da very 1st step... =)'/><author><name>aSNi FaRisyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948442552433969769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/TEG-lUscwsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XdgXu5_wd90/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZE0KvgJHcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RdlBpOUpytg/s72-c/DSC02500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136922043127464870.post-5254092501518024171</id><published>2009-02-10T11:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:48:54.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving behind my beloved 'kmp'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;upon completing my matriculation program in april 2007 at kolej matrikulasi perlis, i was so thrilled to get my feet out off da place, not realizing how much would i be missing the place and the journey i had there..being away from home for the first time, i didnt reli enjoy being at kmp (though it's juz 15 minutes away from home.. =p) as i constantly missed home, wanting to be with my family...however, now that i no longer belonged there, i found myself wanting to turn back the time, spending time with my beloved frens especially my fellow H2T1 classmates, doing all the little things together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;~i miss my kmp’s frens who call me by my full name so that there’s a meaning to my name…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss waiting at da ‘pondok’ n go to da class together with my classmates…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss shouting ‘datin’ from da ‘pondok’, urging zatul to hurry or we’ll be late to class…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss da journey of going to da ‘dewan kuliah’ n ‘blok tutoran’ together with my classmates…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss sitting in ‘dewan kuliah’ n listening to math’s , bio’s n chem’s lecture…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss entering d lab, carrying out all sort of experiments…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss playing around wit da microscope…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss finishing tutorial class early n have lunch together wit my classmates at cafe ‘hafa’…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss mimi, who feeds me when im hungry in da middle of da nite…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss hanging out at mardziah’s, zatul’s, husna’s, che am’s n nadiah’s room…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss nurul nadiah mohd fadzil n siti amhani hassan…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss spending time at nadiah’s room together wit am, chit-chatting and gossiping around…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss my little study grup, wit nadiah n am at room 210…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss da last nite i spent at nadiah’s room, also wit am, revising bio 4 da last time 4 final…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss all da great frens i had at kmp…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss all da places i usually ‘lepak’ at, at kmp…&lt;br /&gt;~i miss my dearest H2T1 classmates…u guys rock my world!!&lt;br /&gt;~i miss my beloved kmp so much… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~my sweet memories at kmp will always be treasured…it’s been a wonderful journey frens!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGeQn3KcTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LWjtU0vJFq8/s1600-h/buka+posa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192244807233842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGeQn3KcTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LWjtU0vJFq8/s320/buka+posa+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGhq74_QTI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q3w0zq0A8zM/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301195995395080498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGhq74_QTI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q3w0zq0A8zM/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGheuGA1iI/AAAAAAAAABg/6_bhZhdgPHk/s1600-h/memory+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301195785533183522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPFF8cRbw-M/SZGheuGA1iI/AAAAAAAAABg/6_bhZhdgPHk/s320/memory+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136922043127464870-5254092501518024171?l=asnifarisya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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