<?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-29279050</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:04:25.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Online Journal As A Teenager</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-7887425428814466018</id><published>2007-04-13T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:01:53.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yea yeah wtv. tiring, frustrating, madness, shitness Day. ;P</title><content type='html'>yes izham. i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this freaking cousin of mine, cant stop begging me to say to him 'i love you' since i rejected him, he said he'll still wait.. haha. so, izham, if ur reading this, satisfied? he's sleeping now in front of my dearest tv in my room. the tv's watching him. haha. maybe he's tired coz he went for Friday Prayers rite after school. i dont know why on earth he's here in my house. haha. damn cousin.. interrupting my life. =P haha. i love him btw. satisfied, cousin? hehe. i hope he reads this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, at school, had history for the first two period. then it comes to PJ. obviously, i went out late coz that history teacher gave latihan. so i was searching for the answers and stuff. then, when everyone was busy talking to the two freaking PJ teacher, i went out with Yee Leng and Wei Lian to change into our PJ clothes. Later, we found out that the changing room was locked. so we decided to change in class. after changing, while talking to my 4 dearest bestfriends, i was putting my clothes in the bag and suddendly, that puan kamani came and started shouting like a woman that is gonna deliver a baby.. even worse than that. she said that because of us, the pengetua scolded all the PJ teachers. Like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la wey.. the pengetua didnt even walk by our class. just because of going out late once, we get blamed. &lt;a href="mailto:!$@%#^$#%"&gt;!$@%#^$#%&lt;/a&gt; off la. shitness.&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna stop talking about her. wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;played badminton during PJ. After PJ, it was maths. Puan Lim Bee Lan supposed to be absent coz she gave us the homework for today the day before, but out of sudden, she appeared after 10 minutes.. haih. and she gave MORE homeworks. i repeat, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everyone was frustrated. Nigel even said to me that she was crazy and need to be send to 'MPH' which stands for Mental Problem Hospital. haha. Then, it was recess.. Later it was Science. went to the lab and did PEKA a little bit and other exercises. By 12.30, it was time to go home. YAY! happy moments. haha. actually no. coz i felt so tired by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reached home at 2. had my bath, watched tv, and here i am. gotta get going now, need to complete my school and tution hw. and i really really need a nap. gonna go to daddy's office later to meet his seriously kind secretary to ask her to do something for me.. heh. typical me. no la. going there to see how my dad controls and keeps his company wealthy. :D its not an nessecity actually. just having fun there. kacau his workers there. they're damn friendly. of course la they have to be friendly.. it's their boss' daughter.. i can fire them anytime. haha. jkjk im not that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! have a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-7887425428814466018?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7887425428814466018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=7887425428814466018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/7887425428814466018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/7887425428814466018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/yea-yeah-wtv-tiring-frustrating-madness.html' title='yea yeah wtv. tiring, frustrating, madness, shitness Day. ;P'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-8938776324997345128</id><published>2007-03-20T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:44:50.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>waah. its been a week since i've blog. kind of busy. with holidays. got denggi. and got ADMITTED. wa laa. ahaha. luckily for 3 days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wireless is making me mad these days. and the broadband, if raining and thunder storm it'll be like a GAY. will be turn off by itself.  =_= so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school holiday is over. the homeworks is getting more and more day by day. especially maths. im gonna be dead by october. :P haha. time runs so fast. we're so busy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin, Izham's here. playing  ps3. alone. ahaha. serve you right izham! i dont want to play with ya! :P disturb me more, you'll be out of my house! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to attend my tution in another 15 minutes. im gonna disturb my cousin by eating haagen dazs icecream in front of him since it's his favourite flavour, he'll be losing concentration when he's playing. hehe. im so mean. haha. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-8938776324997345128?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8938776324997345128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=8938776324997345128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8938776324997345128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8938776324997345128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-2691791761258886308</id><published>2007-03-08T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:28:10.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>Exam was on the 1st,2nd, and 5th of March. Most of the papers were average standard. BUT, the results is &lt;em&gt;ridiculous and shocked!&lt;/em&gt; haih.. my maths and science drop.. i screwed up in maths and science. all &lt;em&gt;careless mistakes!! &lt;/em&gt; and its just the 1st TEST!! arrrgghhh! i'll be crazy if my marks drop in other subjects too. Luckily it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class, Gamma, have been thought for the best class for all teachers through out the year, but now, it's the worst class. haihs.. everyone must work harder for the next exams that are coming. so that we can get back our names! its pratically unbelievable that some of our marks are lower than the other classes. did they stole our brain? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, holidays are coming in two days. hehe. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;hanisah's and shasha's birthday are&lt;em&gt; around the corner.   &lt;/em&gt;Maybe, im going for a holiday with my family. If not, i'll hang out with my friends, especially hanisah and shasha, since their birthday is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to all of you! have a nice holiday ya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-2691791761258886308?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2691791761258886308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=2691791761258886308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/2691791761258886308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/2691791761258886308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-8540118558353595662</id><published>2007-02-25T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:47:34.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my mum's birthday! :)</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my mum's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA! I LOVE YA! :) THANKS FOR BEING A GREAT MOM TO ME OVER MY 14 YEARS OF LIVING. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's 48. haha. wow she's getting older year by year. ;P&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i spent my morning studying science and maths. Then in the afternoon, i went out with my brothers to find a birthday present for my mum. we ended buying nothing. ahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;we'll try to find something nice later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, my family and I went for an early dinner. Since it's my mum's birthday, we went to J.W Marriot hotel in KL and have our dinner there. While we were half way dining, there's this family sat behind us and they have an one year old baby i think. the baby started playing with the fork and spoon. it was so anoyying. in my heart, i feel like i wanna kick that baby's ass. haha. and i hope the fork will poke his eyes or something to make him stop. :P he started knocking the table and the wall. what on earth is he thinking? want to test the wood of the table izzit? urgh. i was so annoyed! :P haha. after half an hour of knocking the wall and the table, the baby finally stop and suddenly cries. the fork he was holding accidentally knocked his teeth! that's why he cried. ahaha. &lt;strong&gt;thank god!&lt;/strong&gt; at least it made him stop testing the table's wood or something. :P i ended my dinner smilling up to my ears. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. okayy. i need to go study. exam's is around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-8540118558353595662?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8540118558353595662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=8540118558353595662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8540118558353595662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8540118558353595662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-my-mums-birthday.html' title='its my mum&apos;s birthday! :)'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-8747706499057727583</id><published>2007-02-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:49:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyya.</title><content type='html'>i know. i know. i've abandoned my blog for so long. but now, i promise i'll update everyday or once every two or three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. chinese new year is four days ago.. and i got money!! haha. from my neighbours.. weee! :)&lt;br /&gt;total i got RM 400! i didnt expect that much. i thought i could just get RM 100. i didnt even go to their house. but they sent it to me.. coz i delivered them their gifts from my family. :) so thats all about chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year holiday is kinda boring to me.. coz all i have to do is study for the exams coming. and all i get from doing maths is... tears run down my cheeks. :(&lt;br /&gt;but it stop after my father came home and teach me.. :) i salute him! :P he rocks! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored right now. all i can hear is my neighbour's noisy crowd. they're having an open house. they put on chinese songs so loud! i couldnt understand a word! and they even karaoke! just now i went out of the house and carried along my cat. even my cat stares at them and growls.. haha. she's mad also coz they sang like frogs. ahaha :P Cant they just turn on the radio or something? i can be deaf listening to them singing all night! it's sound pollution! i hope someone complains and the police will come. haha! im so mean.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll stop here.. keep reading. :) will post again tomorrow. nitez. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-8747706499057727583?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8747706499057727583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=8747706499057727583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8747706499057727583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8747706499057727583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyya.html' title='heyya.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-7738378787250469777</id><published>2007-01-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:15:40.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily life.</title><content type='html'>School has been in my daily activity now after schooling for two weeks. At first, i feel so lazy and tired to wake up early and go to school. but now i think my brain has set that i have to go to school everyday. although i always feel kind of sleepy in class. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is PMR year. everybody is preparing and scared about PMR. So do i.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how scared we are, we still have to take it unless we move to overseas this year.. ( i wish =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says Form 3 is a tough year. I can see that. In 10 months we have to be prepared for PMR. And 10 months is not that long. I hope that 10 months is enough. Time runs so fast. And im getting older. haha. although im one of the youngest student in form 3.. ahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study,study,study. Thats all i can hear from all parents. =P thats what my friends says. My parents says it too. Just for 10 months and we'll be relax after that. And i hope that 10 months past not too slow and not too fast.. just normal. but i kinda feel that everyday past so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is getting better day by day with best friends, and others. =) Laughing,cracking jokes, study and be serious together. It's so fun to go to school with best friends. Try to imagine we go to school with one teacher and no friends. it'll be boring all the way. haha.Having my friends, sha, hanisah, syafiqah, matt, alan, ryan, sheng, din, hasif, muz and others makes school way better.  Being in 3 gamma is the best thing in school. with friends that is kind,helpful,friendly,funny and all. except for  some of them la.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-7738378787250469777?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7738378787250469777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=7738378787250469777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/7738378787250469777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/7738378787250469777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/daily-life.html' title='Daily life.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-6028180458158758598</id><published>2006-12-19T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:08:48.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant stand it anymore..</title><content type='html'>I hate my life. I’ve said a couple of times before but now I really mean it. I hate my life. I hate my family. Especially my bro. he started complaining about me to my parents but I didn’t do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my parents that I wanted to go to the reunion party that is going to be held tomorrow at holiday villa. It’s a barbeque party. My parents agree with me that I can go. And then, a few days after I told my parents, my bro heard about it and started complaining about me. He said that I can go out so many times with friends this holidays. I went out just 5 times this holidays. But he went out like 10 times? He said that I can go out at night to that reunion but he cant go out with his friends at night. Like so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s just jealous because my parents let me. He did go out at night to a dinner that his college organize. And he even went to a dinner that his gf’s college organize but he said to my parents that it is his college one. I knew its not true but I didn’t tell my parents coz I know if I tell, my bro will start complaining if I go out. So I decided to kept quiet about it. But then he still complains about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew once he actually went out with his girlfriend but he told my mum that he is going to the library at his college. But I still kept quiet coz I don’t want to create trouble. but still, he complains about me. He said that I waste my dad’s money coz I went to Mexico. But my dad didn’t even complain about it. My bro is the one that just saying things that is not true coz when he wanted to go to a camping trip, my parents didn’t let him coz my parents were worried if anything happens to him coz that time my parents were not in Malaysia and there’s one time he told my parents that he wants too visit his friend in Indonesia and my parents didn’t let him coz there’s no adult since he is 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this time he told my parents he wants to go to some trip with his friends to somewhere in Malaysia and my parents asked how is he going and he said by car with his friends. Of course my parents didn’t let him go coz they know how teenagers drive in Malaysia. Speeding without worrying if something happen. My parents still don’t let him drive far away coz there’s ones when he was driving and there’s this other car tried to take his lane and he was like mad and speed like hell. Its not my bro’s road or something to be mad. He just pass his driving test and he wants to be mad at some people that maybe had drive 20 years. How should my parents trust him on driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I did a new specs coz my old one broke and my bro still complains that I waste money and stuff. How should I look clearly without my specs? Want me to be blind? Why cant I just live peacefully without any complains from my bro? My mum change her mind of letting me go to the reunion barbeque party coz my bro complains. And she thought it was not fair and stuff. But she just don’t know the truth that my bro went to his gf’s party last year and said it was one of his friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know why he likes to complain even though I didn’t even tell my parents about him. I lied to my parents for him. He just don’t know how to appreciate what I did for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I just feel that I don’t need my life anymore.. why should I need my bro if he keeps complaining about me to my parents and not appreciate me for lying to parents for him? Why should I need him? Why should I live if I don’t have a peaceful life with my family especially my bro? why should I live if I am the one that always gets hurt? Why should I live then? I just hope that god take away my life and give it to some people that is trying to live from some sickness. And may the person live happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was small, I always wanted to run away from home or kill myself when I fight with my bro but I told myself not to. I just love him so much till I cried so bad when I fight with him.Although i told you that i hate him but deep inside my heart I still love him because I know he is the only person that can make my day other then my parents and friends and my eldest bro that is studying in overseas. I always love him although he always makes me mad. Because I know he is the one that can give me love as a sibling other than my parents and friends. And now I realize that its just stupid for me to love him since he always hurts my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd brother&lt;/span&gt;, if you are reading this, please try to understand me and love me back as your sister. I always love you although you hurt my feelings a lot. Love from you as a brother is the only thing I want from you. Nothing else. Nothing else from you that can make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;eldest brother&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for loving me as your sister although I seldom talk to you. I want you to know that I always love both of you. And love mum and dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for posting such a long post. but this is the way i want to let my feelings go. I cant keep it all by myself anymore.. Like before this, i never tell anyone my problems.. but now, i cant just keep it myself anymore, its time for me to let it go. This post is just one of my problems. and it is so hard for me to tell but i just have to, coz i cant stand it anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-6028180458158758598?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6028180458158758598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=6028180458158758598' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/6028180458158758598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/6028180458158758598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-stand-it-anymore.html' title='I cant stand it anymore..'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-8461054445318589450</id><published>2006-12-15T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:35:31.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;color:#006600;"&gt;Survey is what i do when i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;- hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;color:#006600;"&gt;- Enjoying coffee at starbucks or coffee bean with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;color:#006600;"&gt;- online. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;3 Things on my to-do list&lt;br /&gt;- Call my twin sister. to confirm the outing next week&lt;br /&gt;- go to times square in US and shop! till i drop.&lt;br /&gt;- disneyland..  mmmm. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;3 Unique Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;- i talk alone sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- roll my eyes none stop&lt;br /&gt;- faithfull to someone for years. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Favourite Drink&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Lemon Tea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;color:#006600;"&gt;- Coffee Bean's Ice Blended Mocha or Caramel  &lt;br /&gt;- All the drinks at Starbucks or Coffee Bean  or San  Francisco Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;3 Passions&lt;br /&gt;- All my mates and best friends!&lt;br /&gt;- Handphones and iPod. cant live without them!&lt;br /&gt;- Achieving a fantastic career &amp; lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 Awesome Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Harry Potter- all of them&lt;br /&gt;- Just Like Heaven&lt;br /&gt;-  ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;3 Good Bands&lt;br /&gt;- Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;- All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Most of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 Things I am anal about&lt;br /&gt;- Bad Mood = Further away from me, the better =)&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;- Guys whom are jerks. pretend to not hear when i say i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 Random Men- that u always talk to&lt;br /&gt;- Papa.&lt;br /&gt;- Hakim and Hafiz - bro&lt;br /&gt;- Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-Izham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3 Bad Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;-Can't tell people off - unless I really couldn't care less about them&lt;br /&gt;- my shy attitude&lt;br /&gt;- love to hangout with my twin.- which is always ppl dont do that to their twin =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;3 Painful Experiences&lt;br /&gt;- heart-broken&lt;br /&gt;- accident&lt;br /&gt;- bad dreams&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;3 Treasured Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;- September 4 - 14 2006.&lt;br /&gt;- Mexico moments.&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;3 Goals before 30&lt;br /&gt;- Own fantastic house with my own money&lt;br /&gt;- Happily Married.&lt;br /&gt;- A career that rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;3 Biggest Fears&lt;br /&gt;- To confess or Confession&lt;br /&gt;- exams.&lt;br /&gt;- being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#006600;"&gt;3 Favourite Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;color:#006600;"&gt;- Baskin Robin's ice creams and shakes and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;- Coffee Bean's Chocolate Swirl Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. Fields' cookies or Famous Amos' cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-8461054445318589450?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8461054445318589450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=8461054445318589450' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8461054445318589450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/8461054445318589450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-things.html' title='3 things'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-4057247682311201123</id><published>2006-11-30T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:01:42.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays - Vacation - Away..</title><content type='html'>hey everyone.. i haven't blog for quite some time.. it's because i'm always busy these days.. i'm not at home always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from tomorrow, 1st of December 2006, i will be away from Malaysia.. I'm going for vacation. So, i will not be here..&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice holidays guys! Take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out..&lt;br /&gt;Bubye..&lt;br /&gt;.Alya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-4057247682311201123?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4057247682311201123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=4057247682311201123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/4057247682311201123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/4057247682311201123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays-vacation-away.html' title='Holidays - Vacation - Away..'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-3235248744759472797</id><published>2006-11-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:05:17.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8.30 by my handphone ringing. Sigh. Hanisah called. She said she'll come to my house at 9 a.m. So, i woke up that time and refresh myself and went downstairs. Had cereal for my breakfast. After breakfast i waited for hanisah to come. It was 9 though. I waited and waited but she hasn't come yet. It was 9.30 when she arrived. Sigh. I can still go to sleep and have a nice dream if i know that she's going to come half an hour late. =P So, i had my bath after 10 minutes talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 a.m we went out and went to our old friends house. At 11, we headed to 'The Mines' shopping complex. We went straight to the cinema.  We wanted to watch 'Happy Feet' (which it was the 2nd time for me.. the show is fun! =D) but unfortunately, we saw this whole group of kindergarten kids. I think it was around 40 or 50 kids. Then we asked the person at the counter is there any available tickets for the show Happy Feet but the man said that the kindergarten school booked the whole cinema. Haha. I was shocked. So we decided to watch the 'Red Kebaya'. It's a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went shopping! =D The best part for the day! hehe.. Bought clothes and accessories. Hanisah was jealous because i get to buy more things than her. haha =) .  It was fun.   I wanted to buy more things but since I'm going for a holiday this Friday, i decided not to buy many things..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-3235248744759472797?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3235248744759472797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=3235248744759472797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/3235248744759472797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/3235248744759472797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-6294792822068761776</id><published>2006-11-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:38:20.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last day of school 2006.</title><content type='html'>it's the last day..  we enjoyed our day by playing cards and taking pictures.. it's so fun. first we played card games. then suddenly Pn. Yeoh came in our class and nagged about our class's badness. She said we always caused troubles and blablabla. she spoiled my day about half an hour. ahaha . after that, i played 'speed' with farhana using the UNO cards. Some other students are playing poker. then Yeoh saw and warned them to keep the card because poker is not allowed. anyways, after recess i helped teacher key in the marks. After an hour, i went back to class. All of us took group pictures and cam whoring. =P it was fun. there are some pictures that we took.anyway, hope we will still be in the same class. 2 gamma 2006 is the best of all. love all of ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eng Khim, Ryan and Yongming playing UNO cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girls talk! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;three cute faces. it's eng khim, farhana, and nadzlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at ryan's serious face!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are they fighting or joking? :P haha. it's ryan and hanisah. ryan likes to disturb her.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group pic of 2 gamma.&lt;br /&gt;from up left to right- eng khim, wanjun, me, hanisah, annie, farhana, ryan and yongming.&lt;br /&gt;down left to right - matthew, yee leng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of us. rite before going home.&lt;br /&gt;p/s to ryan : u'r the president! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/1600/DSCN3704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/842/3574/320/DSCN3704.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of us that came to school. look at lih shyan(top second from left). =P&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/29279050-6294792822068761776?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6294792822068761776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=6294792822068761776' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/6294792822068761776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/6294792822068761776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-day-of-school-2006.html' title='the last day of school 2006.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-5493138555462366066</id><published>2006-11-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:13:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.!</title><content type='html'>hey.. today i went to One U with my cousin and that 'guy'. damn it. he still doesn't understand that i don't want him. i am sick of him..    anyways., we all went into most of the shops. =D bought some clothes at top shop and other shops and bought some stuff. quite a lot actually. =P they paid for me... at first i refused but then they said that they still want to pay, so i let them..   :)  thanks a lot to both of you. i bought them things too. so fair and square. i went into the mph bookstore too. i checked out the books there.. and suddenly i found a book that made me shocked. i couldn't remember the title of the book. it's    'guide for your life,love life, and sex.' something like that. so i open the book. and it opened at the sex section and i was like 'oh my god'  the book have like 1 million things about it. i was like '  what the .... ' and i quickly put back the book and go away from it... i was really shocked. Next, we went to T.G.I Fridays. we spent like 2 hours in there? i guess. anyways  i am so tired. but i had fun today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-5493138555462366066?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5493138555462366066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=5493138555462366066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/5493138555462366066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/5493138555462366066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='today.!'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-116283193254950895</id><published>2006-11-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:12.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam's over!</title><content type='html'>hey! exam's over~! yay!! school holiday's gonna start soon..   =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihs.. i'm bored. i dont know what to do.. haihs.. *talking to hanisah on the phone now*&lt;br /&gt;she always talks crap. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.. school's gonna be over and i won't meet my school mates until next year.. some of them are going to move..  two months without school mates and close friends.. it's a bad sign. coz i'm gonna be boring sitting at home. friends are one of the most important people in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS + ME = HAPPY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm trying to figure out where my dad's gonna bring my family for holidays. He said it's a surprise.. *wondering* why must he suprise us? I hope it's gonna be a place that i'm gonna have fun and forget all the problems i have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i gtg. see ya next time.&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;bubye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-116283193254950895?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116283193254950895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=116283193254950895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/116283193254950895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/116283193254950895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams-over.html' title='exam&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-116038941100599146</id><published>2006-10-09T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:12.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey..</title><content type='html'>hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say sorry for not blogging for so long already since i went to mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;since coming back from mexico, i've been busy with my studies. I've got to catch up with my studies since my finals are on 30 october - 6 november. It's in 3 weeks time. So, I'm busy getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start blogging back after my finals and I'll tell you about my experience in mexico that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-116038941100599146?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116038941100599146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=116038941100599146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/116038941100599146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/116038941100599146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey_09.html' title='hey..'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-116003157295452453</id><published>2006-10-05T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*D.O.W.N*</title><content type='html'>I am feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       I am pratically feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously down.                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Why do i feel down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont know.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                                        Are u guys out there feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Don't worry coz i am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys know why you're down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Because i don't know why i am down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Wanna tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz probably I'm down because of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Anyone have an idea why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Seriously down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;I AM PRATICALLY DOWN AND DUMB COZ DOING THIS LAME THING. AHAHAH. YOU KNOW WHY??? COZ I'M BORED. AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's bored?&lt;br /&gt;B.O.R.E.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to spell it? *ahahah*&lt;br /&gt;IT'S B. O. R. E. D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. sorry if u guys are offended reading this post. coz i'm really bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-116003157295452453?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116003157295452453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=116003157295452453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/116003157295452453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/116003157295452453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/down.html' title='*D.O.W.N*'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115613986383917966</id><published>2006-08-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too happy to say anything~</title><content type='html'>I'm going to mexico!! Ahaha! Last thursday 8 of my classmates including me was offered to go to mexico for a conference.. The people that are choosen are Wei Lian, Nadzlin, Yong Ming, Farhana, Muzaffar, Annie, Matthew and me. I didn't expect that I was choosen. Too happy. =) It's because of the 100 clouds project. It's worth it i slept at 5 a.m to complete the 100 clouds. wee~~ we are representing the country!! haha! yeap. The conference is going to be held at leon, mexico. From the 8th till 10th. It's about leadership, thinking skills, solving problems and much more! =D It's once in a lifetime opportunity. We'll gonna meet students from all over the world! All of us will be sponsered by the organizers for the food and the hotel. We have to pay RM 5000 for the ticket to and fro. Haihs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess wat? My parents just told me this morning that they let me go! wee!! Yay!! I'm going!! To Mexico!! With Friends!! Haha YAY!! I hope i can get as much information about leadership.. I'm looking forward for this conference in the mean time spending time with friends in Mexico!! WEE~~ I love my mum and dad. Thank god for all this. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115613986383917966?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115613986383917966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115613986383917966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115613986383917966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115613986383917966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-happy-to-say-anything.html' title='too happy to say anything~'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115531105387262854</id><published>2006-08-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS~~</title><content type='html'>Friends are the most important thing in my life. Without them, I don't think i'll survive in this world. Friends are the colour of my life. Friends are the light of my life. They are everything to me. They are the best =) . I appreciate every one of them. I love them a lot. Friends are the one who brighten up my day. To everyone who knows me, i hope we will be friends, best friends, close friends, very very very close best friends FOREVER. I hope our friendsip will never end. I hope we get to keep in touch forever. Thanks a lot my friends. Without you, i'll never be me. All of you are the ones that make me be myself. I love all of you. Thanks a lot for being my friends. I appreciate it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115531105387262854?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115531105387262854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115531105387262854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115531105387262854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115531105387262854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends.html' title='FRIENDS~~'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115485958712986129</id><published>2006-08-06T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll never get my strength back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks to all my friends that support me, especially, shasha and hanisah.. Although they think that i'll get back my smile on my face someday.. but i dont think i will. How should i smile if my feelings dont.. I tried to be happy although inside i dont. but i just cant. I dont have the strength. I'm not strong enough like u, hanisah. U'r strong to hide the sadness that u feel. but i'm not as strong as you. It took away all my strength. Maybe after this i wont be the same me anymore.. MAYBE. There's just one thing that can help me get my strength back. Theres just one thing that can make me stay the same. There's just one thing that can make me smile back like always. One thing. Only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115485958712986129?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115485958712986129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115485958712986129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115485958712986129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115485958712986129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/08/ill-never-get-my-strength-back.html' title='i&apos;ll never get my strength back.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115485866208551544</id><published>2006-08-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There's so many projects every year. First, it was sivic. After sivic, it was arts. After arts, it was KGT. After KGT, its going to be sejarah.. and i hope sejarah is going to be the last one.. or not i'm going to be dead. Projects can be fun sometimes if we do it in a group but it wont be fun if we do it alone. Outdoor projects is fun unlike indoors, where we have to type all those things and print it which take a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115485866208551544?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115485866208551544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115485866208551544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115485866208551544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115485866208551544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/08/projects.html' title='projects'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115410245636055719</id><published>2006-07-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wont give up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I WONT GIVE UP!! I wont say the word give up! remember matt, the competition is still on and i won't say give up! im bored!!! just got back from the hospital. i'm planning strategies.. haha jkjk. school today was okay.. i was mad just a few minutes before school starts. i wanted to copy the geografi notes but my friends block me. that time i started writing already and they came to me and said dont copy and they can still rub of the notes that i copy.. i was so mad! guess what i did? i shouted at them! serve them rite! I shouted in front of li-shien's face! who ask her to rub off the notes! she think she so great meh? haihs. if anyone do that again, i'll give a handful slap on their face. so better watch out! i hate people like that ok! im a good friend but a bad enemy. ahaha!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115410245636055719?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115410245636055719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115410245636055719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115410245636055719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115410245636055719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wont-give-up.html' title='i wont give up!'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115402234895487874</id><published>2006-07-28T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not in the mood to do anything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm so not in the mood rite now. dunnoe why. stress i guess. doing all those projects makes me rather die. it's so frustrating. *sigh* sick of all those projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i have a mission to do. u wanna know what? it's tickling matthew till death! ahahaha!! he's planning strategies on how to tickle me till death. and i have my own plans! mwahaha! MATT, WE'LL SEE WHO DIES FIRST!!. MWAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115402234895487874?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115402234895487874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115402234895487874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115402234895487874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115402234895487874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-in-mood-to-do-anything.html' title='not in the mood to do anything..'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115349552356893156</id><published>2006-07-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;School today was way fun. what we did was copy geo notes, played, played, played and played. haha. Fun. Where in the world did all the teachers go? I have no idea about that. All missing to give us chance to play =P 2 Gamma became sports centre just now.. ahahaha. One part of the class was playing arm wrestling, another part was doing push ups, and one more part is playing football. How smart are we? =P ahaha. lolzx. anyway, it was fun. I dont regret for going to school today. No homework for the weekends? yeapp. If it's gonna be like this&lt;/span&gt; every week , i love school! haha. I've finish copying the geo notes bab 12 and 13. Thanks to everyone for cooperating. I hope Pn. Yeoh won't babble and nag when she comes in our class. She didnt realize that if she nag she wasted our time like can copy notes one whole page. *sigh*. But still i dont want to talk bad about her. Wasting my energy and time. Better don't talk than talk. Anyway, i'm so tired rite now. Just now i ran around the class around 50 rounds i think. haha. all because of matthew. haha =P jkjk. Anyway matt, nice chasing today. haha. lolzx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115349552356893156?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115349552356893156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115349552356893156' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115349552356893156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115349552356893156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115340448201873414</id><published>2006-07-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghh!! my hand!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;OMG. Guess what happen to my hand? My hand become worse back. It was after reccess... All the teachers are in the staff room because they had meeting. So, everyone was all over the class.. I was seating on my table and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;as mouth fighting with Alan. Kim Poh was there too. Then i dunnoe what happen. Too pain to remember. All i can remember was that time Kim Poh was fighting with me and Alan. He was holding Alan's hand and my hand so we can't beat him. Then, that time, Alan was trying to fight back, and Kim Poh was protecting himself at the same time holding Alan's hand and my hand. And when I and Alan was fighting back, Kim Poh who forgotten that my right hand is still in the stage of recovering, went and twisted my right hand like 360 degrees. And that time i shouted &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Argghh!!! My hand!! My hand!!!!! My hand!!!!!!!!! "&lt;/span&gt; Then i stood up suddenly tears streamed down my cheeks. I put my head on the table and tried to detain from pain. And that time i was really really in pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks like waterfall. I didn't wanna cry but it felt so pain until my tears dropped itself. And the next thing i knew was some of my friends were looking at me like watching movie  =P Matthew can still ask me to play arm wrestling with him. Kim Poh and Alan tried to make jokes and make me laugh and i did laugh but i'm still crying that time. And i dont know why i can't stop crying that time. It was so painful plus some more its my right hand. The hand that is still recovering from pain and it become more worse now.&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/29279050-115340448201873414?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115340448201873414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115340448201873414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115340448201873414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115340448201873414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/arghh-my-hand.html' title='arghh!! my hand!!'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115331863709023406</id><published>2006-07-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.. a boring day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;School is boring and quite fun today.. it's boring coz a few of my friends didn't come. it's Hanisah, Farhana, and Nadia.. Nadia went for the KRS thingy. Hanisah is sick.  Farhana.. i don't know what happen to her.. Syafiqah went home after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;maths because she's sick! why is everybody sick?  izzit bcoz of the weather? or izzit some kind of dissease? haha. so there's shasha, sheng ling, yee leng, adrienne, marissa, bianca, yvonne, annie, natalie &amp; rosliana for girls.. now i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;realize that there are just a few girls in my class. 16 girls and 23 guys.. i'm bored. no entertainment. haha. there's no program on tv.. did my homework an hour ago. there's just one more thing that i have to do.. practice my oral.. but i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;already read it a lot of times.. so, i get bored of it. =P  i need 100 plus! ahaha. i wanna be high, active and drunk! 100 plus makes me high and drunk. haha. serious.. instead of alchohol, 100 plus is enough to make me drunk! haha ;) i have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;KGT folio to do.. there are two more weeks till the deadline. thank god my hand is recovering from pain. open the bandage already.. but the  i still can't move my hand much if not it will be in bandage back.. i hate wearing bandage.. it makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; me feel uncomfortable.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115331863709023406?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115331863709023406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115331863709023406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115331863709023406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115331863709023406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-boring-day.html' title='today.. a boring day..'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115193283137459823</id><published>2006-07-03T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:10.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED TO DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Im so bored!! :| i've got two more projects to do. it makes me sick! ahaha. haihzz.. ZZZzzzz. i'm so bored until i get crazy!! Wooohooo.. ahaha. i have no idea what am i talking about. i have tution tomorrow but i havent finish my homework. what a good step to get scolded. ahhaha. see, i told ya im crazy now.. talking crap a lot. school today is quite fun. i want more fun and enjoyable. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i love my friends, best friends,close friends. i love all of them. see, i'm getting more crazy.. haha. lolz. just kidding. i'm still normal okay!! ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115193283137459823?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115193283137459823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115193283137459823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115193283137459823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115193283137459823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored-to-death_03.html' title='BORED TO DEATH'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115114205217779048</id><published>2006-06-24T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poetry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;She walked through the hallways lonely and depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;She was always self-conscious of how she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She always wanted to impress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;one special guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Every minute and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She always looked at him from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everytime she thinks about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; her heart goes boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She wants him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;to love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He was the want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;she adores most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She thinks of him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;She always tries not to but she can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She wants him and her to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;And from across the room she would gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;She kept all her love and feelings stuck inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;She couldnt figure it out why she wanted it all to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;She tried to get together all the things that she would have said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;But she couldn't get it all straight when he's in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115114205217779048?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115114205217779048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115114205217779048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115114205217779048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115114205217779048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-poetry.html' title='My Poetry.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-115106889673945393</id><published>2006-06-23T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decorating the class whole day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey! sory i didnt write for so long adi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; haihs. today at school got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;'gotong royong' &lt;/span&gt;but its not gotong royong.. its like decorating the class and it makes me feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;really really exhausted.&lt;/span&gt; yesterday i slept like for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;two hours&lt;/span&gt; only.. haihs.. really tired. just now i decorate the class.and i forgotten about the thing. haiyoo. sorry. i paste the polka dots thingy at the notice board boarder.then, clean the class. then, cut the alphabets.. wanted to use the alphabets for the slogan, but my childish friends :P end up decorating it like a kindergaten centre. ahaha. nvm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;its ok.. &lt;/span&gt;when the judges came, they ask matthew wheres our class slogan, but we dont have one.. haihs.. but luckily now we have it already.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hope the judges will go another round tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. so thats all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-115106889673945393?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115106889673945393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=115106889673945393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115106889673945393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/115106889673945393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/decorating-class-whole-day_23.html' title='decorating the class whole day.'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-114948414229232928</id><published>2006-06-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life and parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hye everyone! Before this I always thought that my life is boring. But now, I think my life is great with a great family and nice friends. To all bloggers out there, don't hate your parents if they don't listen to you or they don't give what you want. They know what they're doing and they know what's the best for you. If they don't give you what you want, that doesn't mean that they don't love you. It's just they know what's the best for you. They are adults. They know what's good or bad for you. So, to all bloggers, don't hate your parents. Love them. They know what's the best for us. Keep reading my online journal as a teenager.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29279050-114948414229232928?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114948414229232928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=114948414229232928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/114948414229232928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/114948414229232928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-life-and-parents.html' title='My life and parents'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29279050.post-114948195019864526</id><published>2006-06-05T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:48:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey! This is my first time writing. Before this i read people's one. Now, i decided to have one. Keep on reading my online journal.&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/29279050-114948195019864526?l=www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114948195019864526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29279050&amp;postID=114948195019864526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/114948195019864526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29279050/posts/default/114948195019864526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www-alyazjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>Alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097600876362685520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
