<?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-6152556935274053648</id><updated>2012-02-11T05:24:15.437+08:00</updated><category term='liverpool'/><category term='fernando torres'/><category term='torres'/><category term='merseyside'/><category term='cristiano ronaldo'/><title type='text'>Shit happens.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8580318666578085325</id><published>2011-03-04T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T04:46:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the part.</title><content type='html'>What if somebody tells you that they never liked being friends with you, because of the way you are? Won't you feel completely useless? You can't change everything about you, and be a total different person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't my case. This is regarding a friend. My close friends won't hang out with me if I'm with her, and my acquaintances would try to stay away and people who don't know me would say I'm just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're in my shoes, what would you do? I can't abandon her and start hanging out with my other friends because this person has helped me through a lot of things. I can't simply tell her the truth because she would feel so down. And if I do nothing then the wrong impressions about me will keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish people would just drop it. People who knew her well. If you are annoyed, tell her off, she'd understand. It is who she is, accept the pros and cons. I know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8580318666578085325?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8580318666578085325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8580318666578085325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8580318666578085325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8580318666578085325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2011/03/play-part.html' title='Play the part.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8553914562445741402</id><published>2011-01-11T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:50:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated.</title><content type='html'>I feel so defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd say this, but now I wish I never have met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have been the person that once made me the happiest person in the world, but now I feel as if I'm the loser of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Why must we met if in the end you would leave me hanging? Why must I fall for you if I was never good enough to win you? Nothing worth my time spent for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've been happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8553914562445741402?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8553914562445741402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8553914562445741402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8553914562445741402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8553914562445741402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2011/01/defeated.html' title='Defeated.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8426915410499037209</id><published>2011-01-06T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:09:47.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow.</title><content type='html'>Hazim reminded me that I still have a blog. Haha. Hm, don't know what to update about. Except that I have a very busy month. I have a test this weekend until Thursday, I've to start practicing for my performance for the dinner, have to go to the rehearsal next weekend and the real thing on the weekend after that. Also I have a Physics presentation next week, which falls on the same day as the Chemistry test. I have 4 lab reports to submit next week and a Bio assignment to submit at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilo kan asasi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8426915410499037209?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8426915410499037209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8426915410499037209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8426915410499037209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8426915410499037209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2011/01/meow.html' title='Meow.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4886240409933356291</id><published>2011-01-04T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:05:04.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in summary (part III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYA! Raya was so much fun. As usual all of us schoolmates would take turns to visit each other's houses. But things are so much easier now since everybody can drive ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got finals coming up. I never studied harder in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are over! My sem break began. And Paramore is coming to town! I went to all sorts of trouble just to get to the concert but heck, was it worth the sweat? Hells yeah, the concert was full of epicness and only epicness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to perform in a prom, and I went and forget the lyrics on stage. It was very embarrassing but looking back, I can't help myself but to laugh. Hahaha. But glad I didn't mess up completely. I mean, they still enjoyed the performance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are out. I suck for the first time in my life. The most painful thing is that I realized that this is what I have to bring to the future. And I’m pretty much screwed. But I have no choice than to just really get the move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sem break was a hell of a fun. We've been fooling around in Kuantan at night, doing stupid things. I'm so gonna miss the times with my fellow Kuantanese friends when we all have to get back to college again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister got married, and I was supposed to be the happiest person in the world but.. I just got my heart broken again. He chose the other. This time it was so painful, I had to stop seeing him. I just had to say goodbye. At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the time healed me. And it did. And we're back being best friends now. I'd be lying if I say that it doesn't hurt anymore. Of course it is. It comes once in a while but, time can heal some more, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I cannot ask for the drama to stop happening for me in this year but dear God, at least please, give me good drama this time. With a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4886240409933356291?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4886240409933356291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4886240409933356291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4886240409933356291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4886240409933356291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-summary-part-iii.html' title='2010 in summary (part III)'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4629788944084934540</id><published>2010-12-30T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:33:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in summary (part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;MAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday almost over and I had to decide where I want to further my studies. I already had something I planned for myself from the start but my parents seems to have better ideas. I felt like everything I planned for my life just.. crushed. I was in my bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the guy again, and turns out he is more amazing than I know. So I went ahead and tried to get to know him, and as we're getting closer, turns out he is with this friend of mine. It was a bummer, but we've become best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went to college for the first time in my life and tried to move on and deal with whatever stakes that may come before me. Reluctantly :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUNE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 and legal, baby. Began to get used to college life. It was World Cup season, so it was fun for a while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had problems. He broke up with his girl and I was there to listen. I began to know him more, and I fell in love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JULY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain won the World Cup! I met some cool people and we instantly became friends and hung out together and become close ever since. But I still couldn't manage to remember everyone's names in my class though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my heart broken, but all my friends were there to help me cope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AUGUST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking off in my studies. I gave up on football, and I ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4629788944084934540?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4629788944084934540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4629788944084934540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4629788944084934540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4629788944084934540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-in-summary-part-ii.html' title='2010 in summary (part II)'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1784390146082586517</id><published>2010-12-30T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:53:52.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in summary (part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;JANUARY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished school a couple of weeks ago. I remember Nad and I had a sleepover at Hani's place. We drank coffee at midnight, watched a gory thriller, we slept at 6am, woke up 3 hours later and then baked some cookies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave my very first driving lesson by getting me behind the wheel, of a pick-up truck. Then I finally meet my real official driving tutor, presenting, Mr Maniam. Short, fat, bald, smelly, racist, sleeps while we drive and has a funny laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month pretty much filled with tv marathon, going to the movies, sleepovers, driving lessons, reading books and video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a BBQ party at Ummaira's. It was kind of like a reunion of schoolmates. We had a confession game and I had to confess about my almost-boyfriend while he sat right beside me. Good thing we're both cool about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I got my license! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARCH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUN.. SPM results! I've been telling myself that I'd get no more than 6A's but then, alhamdulillah, I scored 8A's :) the best thing was I scored A+ for Sejarah, when I actually flunked it completely for trials. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a new drama happened. My two best friends broke up for a mistake that I know he would regret for the rest of his life. I was so mad at him I decided to put a stop on our 5 years of friendship too, but I realized people make mistakes and the best thing to do is always being there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything never went back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;APRIL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for an interview for UTP. It was nice meeting Hani and meeting all her friends. The interview sucked by the way. BUT I got my dream phone. All hail the mighty Fernando the N97! It rules so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met somebody that I instantly turned on by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1784390146082586517?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1784390146082586517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1784390146082586517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1784390146082586517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1784390146082586517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-in-summary.html' title='2010 in summary (part I)'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8546231902562542554</id><published>2010-04-05T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:39:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jyeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thinking of deleting this blog and create a Tumblr instead. What say you?&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/6152556935274053648-8546231902562542554?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8546231902562542554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8546231902562542554&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8546231902562542554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8546231902562542554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/04/jyeah.html' title='Jyeah.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7322462503188950952</id><published>2010-03-14T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:20:44.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM's gone for good</title><content type='html'>Hella hella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got my SPM results. The one thing that could possibly determine where I go from now in my life. Just about 3 days before the result day, people started to get nervous as shit and I was suprisingly.. well, not. I admit that the thought of it made my heart dropped and my hands all sweaty. But that's just about it. I guess I didn't think of it as much. I remember that morning at school, they all asked me and Nad whether we slept well last night and we both answered, 'yeah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/spm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 245px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/spm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tak nak kelakar lagi aku dapat A+ for Sejarah. I freakin failed Sejarah in my trials! Haha! And Add Maths. Whoaaa. As I can recall, I left almost half of the Paper 2 blank with no answer because my brain juice dried out. Danggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I thought I'd get 6A's or something. So 8 is a pretty good result. At least I thought it was.  I was ecstatic until I realized that my medic dream is gonna be hard to achieve. Daym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going for medic no matter if I won't go to Europe. I just can't imagine myself doing anything else. I'm intrigued by it, actually. Most people would say because of its nobility and all that. But it's more. It's cool :D and challenging. The experiences you'll have. Man, to deal with dead corpses and exploding bellies? Ain't that a shiz? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything is in God's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7322462503188950952?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7322462503188950952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7322462503188950952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7322462503188950952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7322462503188950952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/03/spms-gone-for-good.html' title='SPM&apos;s gone for good'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7104373427231837930</id><published>2010-03-09T06:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:21:47.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With strangers.</title><content type='html'>I haven't had the mood to write for the past few weeks. I even abandoned my football blog for the last 3 matches. Make it four. They lost just now. I hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad things have been happening in the last two weeks. First my best friend decided not to talk to me cause I purposelessly hurt his feelings by saying things that I was intentionally joking about. But it didn't last long because he then decided that he missed me hahaha. But thankfully we sorted out at that time because then I was hit by my most powerful annoyance - last minute change of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the next day I was still a little pissed out that I was left in the dark about what caused the plan changing, I decided to go on with the new plan instead (just because I couldn't wait any longer for the new Depp movie haha). But we had fun so it was all worth it. We even had a few good ol' laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, I was told about something that basically changed everything. Imagine someone you had a complete trust in did something beyond aweful that you least expected the person to do. You'd lose faith in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But putting everything to a stop seems like an immature thing to do considering the things that this person had sacrifice for me before. I had always believed in the saying that 'everybody deserves a second chance'. It seems so hard to swallow it at first but I decided to start everything over. Things might never be the same again as before but hey, one mistake could change it all. I learned it the hard way. Let's not get to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7104373427231837930?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7104373427231837930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7104373427231837930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7104373427231837930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7104373427231837930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-strangers.html' title='With strangers.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7359503805406425938</id><published>2010-02-19T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:15:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably numb.</title><content type='html'>So I finally found myself in the mood to write again. There's really nothing to write at all. I don't really do most of the things I promised myself to do after school. All I am waiting for right now is getting done with license, which feels like forever to get done with! My JPJ test is next week so if I pass, you do the math. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to American Idol and Whose Line for showing at 6 pm everyday, now I feel reluctant to get out from the house and jog around the neighborhood in the evening - for the sake of exercising. So for summary, all I did in the past couple of months was tv marathon, going to the cinemas, sleepovers, driving lessons, reading books and playing games. Well.. I may not have a life right now but, I think I made my days pretty worth living since I've been having fun. Minus 10 or 11 days of doing nothing and almost die of boredom. But that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll attend a guitar class or something after getting the freakin license.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7359503805406425938?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7359503805406425938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7359503805406425938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7359503805406425938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7359503805406425938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/02/comfortably-numb.html' title='Comfortably numb.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2398492052376114547</id><published>2010-01-15T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:07:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/torress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 1206px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/torress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah well sorry Mr. Director, it's my way or no deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2398492052376114547?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2398492052376114547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2398492052376114547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2398492052376114547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2398492052376114547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/01/pesi.html' title='Pesi'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-9191661885828562087</id><published>2010-01-08T02:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:04:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some match.</title><content type='html'>In a tennis match between Federer and Gulbis.. or something, the camera suddenly focused on Federer's wife. And then there were two MALE commentators. Possibly in mid 40s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentator 1 : That's Roger's wife, with a nice Chanel bag.&lt;br /&gt;Commentator 2 : Really? I thought that was a Gucci bag.&lt;br /&gt;Commentator 1 : No it's not. There's the Chanel logo. On the top left of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Commentator 2 : Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;Commentator 1 : I think it's the new Winter collection.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-9191661885828562087?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/9191661885828562087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=9191661885828562087&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/9191661885828562087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/9191661885828562087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-match.html' title='Some match.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2360454358842838081</id><published>2010-01-01T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:34:36.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadia Amirah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1) The person who tagged you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Nadia Casablancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- That's right, we're Biffs (BFFs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your first impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- She must be older than me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable moments with he/she:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- The day we 'found each other', the day we listened to Panic At The Disco on my MP3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- asparagus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- tell Ezmeer to break up with her, because she's mineee hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she became your lover, what should he/she improve at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;- I'll keeeel 'er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- She stole my Torres away.&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="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- give her a tall, handsome, strong, rich man - not Torres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression on him/her:&lt;br /&gt;- Whoa, she is exactly like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2360454358842838081?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2360454358842838081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2360454358842838081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2360454358842838081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2360454358842838081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/01/nadia-amirah.html' title='Nadia Amirah'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7235525711459024736</id><published>2010-01-01T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:02:39.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy twenty-ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kickette.com/images/uploads/alexcurranaintree_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.kickette.com/images/uploads/alexcurranaintree_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/02/26/article-0-03ADE9D9000005DC-508_468x761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 252px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/02/26/article-0-03ADE9D9000005DC-508_468x761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2084835811_fa06d9d326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 252px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2084835811_fa06d9d326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2287457225_7bb0740045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 252px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2287457225_7bb0740045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geez, Alex Curran (Steven Gerrard's wife) is so stylish. Ala boleh laa laki kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a new decade! 10 years ago I was just starting off school, and now I'm done with it! I don't really have resolutions but I do have list of things to be done. Exercise, get done with license, learn to drive our truck, REALLY clean up my room, khatam for the second (or third?) time, pray more to God, read more books, and excel the legendary level in FIFA 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7235525711459024736?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7235525711459024736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7235525711459024736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7235525711459024736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7235525711459024736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-twenty-ten.html' title='Happy twenty-ten'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2084835811_fa06d9d326_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-3426211517183602471</id><published>2009-12-22T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:25:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream is not a wish your heart makes.</title><content type='html'>I had a quite interesting dream last night. I was Fernando Torres' girlfriend and we're almost getting married. Suddenly Torres decided to leave Liverpool and go back to Atletico Madrid. I disagreed and we argued and argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scene changed. I was at a pub, at least I thought I was, and I saw Torres seating at a table and looked really angry. Out of reason I was angry too. Then I saw Cristiano Ronaldo seating at table behind Torres, and he asked me to join him. I rushed to his table, passing Torres without looking at him (cey konon merajuk la). Ronaldo then offered me a glass of beer (haha). Suddenly I felt bad for treating Torres that way, and felt bad for even thinking about drinking a beer. Haram okay, hahaha. I pushed the glass away, and coldly said 'I don't drink beer'. Then I quickly stood up and sat beside Torres. He was still looking down (damn I couldn't see his fine face), and I reached for his hand and asked him, 'Does it have to be this way?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed again. I was holding other person's hand instead of Torres', and I was wearing a ring. I looked up and saw that it was Cristiano Ronaldo. He was drinking a beer (zzz) and was checking out other beautiful Latino girls at the table in the front. I held to his incredibly large hand tight and I didn't know why the sense of regret was playing around my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you love me?', I said coldly. He looked at me, a bit annoyed, and with his annoying tone and his annoyingly funny accent he said, 'Of course, why would I marry you, then?'. Then he was back to his beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. Okay, it felt good for a while but come on, Cristiano Ronaldo? He's probably the last man that I would ever want to marry. Maybe not the last. Okay maybe the 147th out of a hundred and fifty.. nine. Ahh so much for watching that football awards stuff that night and thought Cristiano Ronaldo looked exceptionally good. But anyways, it's the 2nd successive night in a row that I dreamt about FernandoTorres. Think I could make it a hat trick? Hehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-3426211517183602471?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/3426211517183602471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=3426211517183602471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3426211517183602471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3426211517183602471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream-is-not-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='A dream is not a wish your heart makes.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4173188679337779875</id><published>2009-12-22T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:21:46.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1) The person who tagged you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Nadiah anak uncle BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- jiran tetangga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your first impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- wah senyum dia sampai ke mata. dengan mata-mata dia pun senyum sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable moments with he/she:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- pergi beraya hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- err. nak tumpang? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- dating depan rumah hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she became your lover, what should he/she improve at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;- baling mercun bola kat rumah dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;9) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- saya baling mercun bola kat rumah dia =.=&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="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- uhm, meh la dinner sekali =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression on him/her:&lt;br /&gt;- suka senyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;12) The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- i'm the most incredible person ever lived on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- i don't have a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14) The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;- avatar. hou yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) For people who care and love you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- i'm a freaking avatar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. nadia amirah&lt;br /&gt;2. nadia amirah je.&lt;br /&gt;3. haha padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4173188679337779875?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4173188679337779875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4173188679337779875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4173188679337779875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4173188679337779875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4380696131836293443</id><published>2009-12-18T15:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:35:08.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a warm gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SytaZ0u9qKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ros4jHJeKaw/s1600-h/14102009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SytaZ0u9qKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ros4jHJeKaw/s320/14102009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416522376542005410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my dirty thoughts.. well, I'm almost legal anyways harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks since school was over for me. And already I'm starting to miss the way it was in class. Looking back, I know I'd never experience such things again. I'm proud to say, school was one of the best thing that happened to me. Geez, I sound like I'm on Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a feeling that I felt when waiting the last minutes of Chemistry paper 3. Good thing the paper was easy, I was able to think of things to do after SPM. I'm sure everyone did the same. Everyone looked at the clock every 5 seconds and couldn't just sit still. The moment when that paper was taken away, the whole load in my brain felt like they were washed away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad enough that Nad was here for the whole week after the last paper. Though I have no idea why everyone thought that OUR sleepover, especially, would be one hell of fun. Maybe because we're two bunch of nutcases. But yeah we had fun alright, had fun sleeping, watching movies all day, eating, and sleeping some more. We went out one day to watch New Moon, and had sushi feast for dinner. Hou yeah, I ate sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezmeer joined the sleepover on that Sunday though haha. The plan was he hung out at my place to watch the big football match, Liverpool vs Arsenal. But the match ended too late, and I wouldn't allow him to ride home alone at that time. My mum was kind enough to allow him sleep in the living room. And that was the first night Nad and I slept at later than 11pm. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after that, I had to go to KL, with very little amount of cash. But my aim was to find a book. Okay, it's a Fernando Torres' self-authorised book. I got them with 30% discount, and I finished reading them in two days. I feel like I know Torres already hahaha. But anyways, what might come after is still hasn't been planned. Except for my driving license of course, and a planned trip to Genting with Mer and Nad next month. Hope it'll work out! Glad to say, I still have a lot of things I can do and have to do and I'm not yet bored with this after-school life hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty y'all. That'll summed up things I did since my last post. Time to jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4380696131836293443?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4380696131836293443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4380696131836293443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4380696131836293443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4380696131836293443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-is-warm-gun.html' title='Happiness is a warm gun'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SytaZ0u9qKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ros4jHJeKaw/s72-c/14102009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7233077289047526466</id><published>2009-11-28T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:51:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While my guitar gently weeps</title><content type='html'>..I should be studying Biology. Seriously man, I'm like a total dumbass on this organisms'.. cycle of life.. stuff. Ugh when will this thing be over? I can't wait just to think of NOTHING. Like emptying my head from loads of facts and equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Raya Haji was okay. I did some hardcore feeding of myself like usual. Though some of my relatives looked shocked that I were even there, when I should be locking myself in my room, with books. I told them that Add Math was a no-no for me, and they all responded with the same answer, 'yang lepas tu lepas je lah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm very scared. Maybe when this thing is over, I can get it over with. Oh I also decided the first thing I'm gonna spend my money on after the exams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3365339986_a731f7a058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 239px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3365339986_a731f7a058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amazing thing.&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/6152556935274053648-7233077289047526466?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7233077289047526466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7233077289047526466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7233077289047526466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7233077289047526466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/11/while-my-guitar-gently-weeps.html' title='While my guitar gently weeps'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3365339986_a731f7a058_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8820653232975892717</id><published>2009-11-20T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:30:45.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>budak SPM menulis blog</title><content type='html'>Yo lads how's it goin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, been lost contact with the world for a moment. So.. it's the last REAL school day. And it's 3 days before Math, Agama and Add Math (gulp) comes. I guess I did okay for BM and Sejarah, but not for English. I stupidly wrote a formal letter for a report for the first essay. I feel so stupid and worried that I might not get an A for English :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I haven't been watching football for a while (ehem, respect) and I miss watching me amor Fernando Torres very much, and so I think perhaps I go and watch some videos of his, and look what I found --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SwZEYTrhn4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/0ZqK8fZoo30/s1600/olalla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SwZEYTrhn4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/0ZqK8fZoo30/s400/olalla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406083587095240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-- his high school pic with his current wife! Aww high school lovers. I've never experienced that. Oh, and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold nowadays, huh? Makes me wanna pee all the time.&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/6152556935274053648-8820653232975892717?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8820653232975892717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8820653232975892717&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8820653232975892717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8820653232975892717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/11/budak-spm-menulis-blog.html' title='budak SPM menulis blog'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SwZEYTrhn4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/0ZqK8fZoo30/s72-c/olalla.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1643397726411809272</id><published>2009-11-08T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:10:21.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien Rice - The Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RVh-ZH__P8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RVh-ZH__P8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch him imitate Bob Dylan at the middle. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1643397726411809272?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1643397726411809272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1643397726411809272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1643397726411809272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1643397726411809272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/11/damien-rice-professor.html' title='Damien Rice - The Professor'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-3295481291809960285</id><published>2009-11-07T06:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:30:50.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Nobody Knows</title><content type='html'>Most of the time when I'm done writing a post, I didn't click the 'publish post' button. Because the posts were usually about something unnecessary like, how I wish I'm a pretty girl or about how I wish I know someone more or when I felt unimportant, but.. they're all too stupid for anyone to know so, I backspaced it all out and closed the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I'm actually clicking the publish button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-3295481291809960285?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/3295481291809960285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=3295481291809960285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3295481291809960285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3295481291809960285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-nobody-knows.html' title='Where Nobody Knows'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-408717632343891150</id><published>2009-11-04T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:14:33.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robert-pattinson.net/photos/albums/userpics/10006/normal_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 318px;" src="http://robert-pattinson.net/photos/albums/userpics/10006/normal_013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robert-pattinson.net/photos/albums/userpics/10006/normal_024%7E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 318px;" src="http://robert-pattinson.net/photos/albums/userpics/10006/normal_024%7E0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/robert/photoshoots/2009-vanityfair-2/normal_mq009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 294px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/robert/photoshoots/2009-vanityfair-2/normal_mq009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/robert/photoshoots/2009-vanityfair-2/normal_mq022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 321px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/robert/photoshoots/2009-vanityfair-2/normal_mq022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouh hot daymmmm&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/6152556935274053648-408717632343891150?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/408717632343891150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=408717632343891150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/408717632343891150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/408717632343891150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8992169285046639690</id><published>2009-10-31T07:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:26:31.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notion</title><content type='html'>Heyyy it's been forever since I wrote a post! I get online very often but, maybe I just don't feel like sharing the restless moments of my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is just 17 days away! God, I really don't think I can get prepared by the day. What if I flunk Sejarah again? What if I don't finish my karangan or essays on time? What if I get completely stuck in that dewan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrifying, man :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8992169285046639690?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8992169285046639690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8992169285046639690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8992169285046639690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8992169285046639690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/10/notion.html' title='Notion'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7446118350256904872</id><published>2009-10-01T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:07:56.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy crap</title><content type='html'>Hellooooooo peeeeeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. it's back to the schooling ways. Now I have less than 3 months to enjoy that. It is hard to enjoy it when you always have stacks of exercises to bring home though! No complaining this time. It is time to really really focus fer the sake of SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my trial results! So relieved to have passed Add Math and Biology. So shocked to have failed Sejarah. I thought I did okay! Seeing that large red circle written 46% in it on that paper could've make me.. die. I was so dejected I didn't bother to check for extra mark haha. Dude, I studied Physics for 2 hours and managed to get a B, but studied Sejarah the hardest for the longest period and got an F! What the F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I wonder if I can still dream of going to UK when I have an F in Sejarah. Or maybe they'd be more interested for people who know THEIR history. I bet I'd score more in Liverpool FC history questions instead! Hehe. So overall, I got 4As 2Bs 1C 1D and 1 failure. And got the ninth ranking in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even make my own Torres song now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her failure proved she never liked Sejarah, Dayah, Dayah.&lt;br /&gt;She'll never get an 'A' she said, Dayah, Dayah.&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather marry Torres in Spain,&lt;br /&gt;She got the results, she sucked again.&lt;br /&gt;Hi-da-yah Naz-ri, 5 SB's number nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay, the crap stops here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7446118350256904872?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7446118350256904872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7446118350256904872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7446118350256904872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7446118350256904872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/10/creepy-crap.html' title='Creepy crap'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1897953608207291654</id><published>2009-09-27T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:03:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misguided ghosts</title><content type='html'>Heyyy guys! Sorry fer the lack of updates! Been busy with Raya and all. Raya was great. Tak banyak duit Raya macam dulu dulu la. Haha. Had sooo much fun during our rombongan Raya di Indera Mahkota! 5 open house tu kau, memang balik tambah 5 kg lagi la. Ok, bluff. I can never gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sr9UIHIR-kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c6VltJbuB_A/s1600-h/25092009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sr9UIHIR-kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c6VltJbuB_A/s400/25092009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386116177687870018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sr9UHg4ffZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mfyE42p2qB8/s1600-h/25092009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sr9UHg4ffZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mfyE42p2qB8/s400/25092009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386116167421099410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just got back from a 3-day trip to KL. I haven't been in KL since, ever. Didn't shop that much though, just got back with a cropped cotton vest and a head band. Oh, and a Batman underwear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Nad's birthday prezzie too. But I spoiled the suprise when I accidentally sent a text to Nad about what I bought for her. It was meant for Syafiq. Honest mistake. I do that all the time, ask Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a lot though during my absence in Kuantan. First, my cat. Then, a very good football night which had Torres scoring a hat trick and Chelsea's first loss. Then, a junior which I barely known in my school had died from a road accident (Al-Fatihah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people dying this year, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1897953608207291654?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1897953608207291654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1897953608207291654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1897953608207291654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1897953608207291654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyyy-guys-sorry-fer-lack-of-updates.html' title='Misguided ghosts'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sr9UIHIR-kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c6VltJbuB_A/s72-c/25092009%28009%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8149526816476760709</id><published>2009-09-22T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:51:28.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I found on Youtube</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzFlRvTbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pss6kRT3g8Q/s1600-h/blogje4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzFlRvTbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pss6kRT3g8Q/s400/blogje4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384179894264483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzFJaCm2I/AAAAAAAAAME/gXpt7i8Tuec/s1600-h/blogje3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzFJaCm2I/AAAAAAAAAME/gXpt7i8Tuec/s400/blogje3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384179886783109986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzElLgRXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kIL4RPhl-Os/s1600-h/blogje2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzElLgRXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kIL4RPhl-Os/s400/blogje2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384179877058463090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzEXt4TtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SWKTISK0QQE/s1600-h/blogje.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzEXt4TtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SWKTISK0QQE/s400/blogje.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384179873444548306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, I'm Nora Torres. Look at my hot daddy.&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/6152556935274053648-8149526816476760709?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8149526816476760709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8149526816476760709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8149526816476760709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8149526816476760709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-what-i-found-on-youtube.html' title='Look what I found on Youtube'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SrhzFlRvTbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pss6kRT3g8Q/s72-c/blogje4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1861158058646072648</id><published>2009-09-16T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:29:17.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-tards</title><content type='html'>Now that trials over, exciting parts incoming! Well, apart from my future trials results. I did so bad I am furious with myself. Anyways, now I can sleep my arse off these remaining days of Ramadhan. Though, I haven't been doing enough good deeds since I've been studying and sleeping and stressing. It's also hard to think when you're hungry! I think it affected like, 15% of my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting parts are of course, nak Rayaaa! This year's Raya is special because I have a rockin' baju Raya. Hahaha no not really. Of course, I'm stoked of Abang's so-called homecoming. It's been a while since all 5 of us are in the same house. And then, preparations for Graduation Night need to be done after that. I haven't decided on what song I should perform lah. Aku nyanyi The Darkness karang baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond all those happy times, I have to remember that there are some people in despair. I want to give my condolences to Ummaira, who had just lost her dad. Innalillah. I feel for her. Not having her dad around at this age must be really hard. I mean, even though my dad is not always around, I can't even imagine him not around, ever. Stay strong, Umm. There's much more to life. We are always here whenever you need us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1861158058646072648?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1861158058646072648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1861158058646072648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1861158058646072648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1861158058646072648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-tards.html' title='Pop-tards'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8024665713628663445</id><published>2009-09-11T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:24:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed, people.</title><content type='html'>Just made myself a grilled cheese. Pissed off with myself for doing so bad in Biology. Because I have this 'target' on topics, I didn't think about any other possibilities of what might come out. Ugh felt like crying while watching everyone's pens moving, filling those empty blanks with the right words. I was there, doing tricks with my pen, listening to the cricket sounds in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up are Physics and Add Math. Logic thinking is more of my thang now. Hope I don't screw that one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I listening to Andrea Boccelli's Por Ti Volare again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8024665713628663445?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8024665713628663445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8024665713628663445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8024665713628663445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8024665713628663445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/09/screwed-people.html' title='Screwed, people.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5439957762051286472</id><published>2009-08-28T07:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:02:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarowikh</title><content type='html'>I hope the Muslim citizens of Indera Mahkota would stop wearing funny things and make funny sounds during solat Terawih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pakcik, floral shirts are too fashionably retro to go to mosque. And so is the very sunny yellow kain pelikat. You are not a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, or I will never stop laughing in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5439957762051286472?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5439957762051286472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5439957762051286472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5439957762051286472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5439957762051286472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/tarowikh.html' title='Tarowikh'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4781579414722049464</id><published>2009-08-24T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:02:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fancy you with a passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SpKdFc9wxBI/AAAAAAAAALs/BTiXPqB9NdY/s1600-h/guitar2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SpKdFc9wxBI/AAAAAAAAALs/BTiXPqB9NdY/s400/guitar2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373530022406571026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally Arctic Monkeys' new album Humbug is released! It only took me 3 hours for it to finish downloading. At first I didn't expect much since Alex Turner decided that this album needs to be a bit more psychedelic. I transferred them songs into my iPod right away and the first song that came up was My Propeller, and then I went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dreamland*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Alex Turner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4781579414722049464?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4781579414722049464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4781579414722049464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4781579414722049464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4781579414722049464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-fancy-you-with-passion.html' title='I fancy you with a passion'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SpKdFc9wxBI/AAAAAAAAALs/BTiXPqB9NdY/s72-c/guitar2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2400797845172661008</id><published>2009-08-17T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:44:07.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer part 2</title><content type='html'>I just realized that whenever I'm depressed, my immunity towards any sorts of illness would go down. Seriously, I haven't had this kind of headache since what, a year ago? I really hope I can stay healthy as this swine flu outbreak is getting worse. Which means I have to find any sorts of intensive to get happy again :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing that can make me happier now is a Liverpool thrashing of Stoke City this Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2400797845172661008?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2400797845172661008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2400797845172661008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2400797845172661008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2400797845172661008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/bummer-part-2.html' title='Bummer part 2'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2737927725363538757</id><published>2009-08-17T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:30:37.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Haih.. what a bad week! Enough with the burden of schooling, I had to go through the weekend with not going to MTV World Stage, and with a Liverpool loss in the opening match of the new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with my bundle of Chemistry lab reports to do. I don't feel well either, very nausea-ish feeling. Studying is way out of my league now. Kena bangun awal nak sahur &amp;amp; gosok baju lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School won't be fun either with few annoying mocking voices are sure going to greet me at school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my life. Que pasa, Torres me amor? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2737927725363538757?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2737927725363538757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2737927725363538757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2737927725363538757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2737927725363538757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2858069232699831785</id><published>2009-08-06T05:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:19:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot the runner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnoEkfJTcAI/AAAAAAAAALc/GuPhlNgrCF4/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnoEkfJTcAI/AAAAAAAAALc/GuPhlNgrCF4/s400/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606930847690754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relishing the football night! The night where a can of caffeine makes me stay awake and watch two or three matches in a row. Bedtime should come at 6am together with the feeling of whether triumphant, or dejected. Today is neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dejected though. One of my favorite player has moved to the same team as ex-scumchester Ronaldo. Farewell, Xabi Alonso. Always been a fan :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'MTV I Love Live : Kasabian' yesterday. Tom Meighan actually looked adorable with short hair! He performed adorably too. Now, macam.. kerek. Hahaha. Those damn rock stars with big hairs. 'Empire' was a much better album anyways. Why do I look up to past albums so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, check out &lt;a href="http://a323.yahoofs.com/phugc/NP6UA34fhG05/photos/6df3be88889035498eb389fd4690956b/mr_8dfb9ab96957d8.jpg?ug_____DQAY6kb5U"&gt;Susan Boyle's new makeover&lt;/a&gt;. Dangggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty time to sleep. Watchin' G.I Joe with the guys later.&lt;br /&gt;Stoked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2858069232699831785?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2858069232699831785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2858069232699831785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2858069232699831785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2858069232699831785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoot-runner.html' title='Shoot the runner!'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnoEkfJTcAI/AAAAAAAAALc/GuPhlNgrCF4/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1097861739972190964</id><published>2009-08-03T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:23:03.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potion approaching (Day 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d2ceoshttpcontent.com.edgesuite.net/d2ceoscontent/photo/pro/thumbnails/20090727/b8b7e311-7f8a-48bc-850f-d6280246337a/thumbnail_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 280px;" src="http://d2ceoshttpcontent.com.edgesuite.net/d2ceoscontent/photo/pro/thumbnails/20090727/b8b7e311-7f8a-48bc-850f-d6280246337a/thumbnail_8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Hayley Williams can pull off that vibrant orange hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Arctic Monkeys performing them new songs on Youtube, yes with that awfully long haired Alex Turner. That's okay Al, I'd still want to run my fingers through your brunette bushes. Hehehe. Though the first album 'Whatever People Say I Am' is still my number one favourite. I actually miss the old Arctic Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick with those desperate Myspace kids though. Why would they publish photos wearing something flashy that even their parents don't approve? Why do they love to tYpe likE tHiS? Why do they love to write bitchy words to shoot at someone in Myspace? Why do they love to make public about their heartbreaking stories? SAVE THEM FOR YOURSELF la! Please! No more! Nobody cares! Kill yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1097861739972190964?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1097861739972190964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1097861739972190964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1097861739972190964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1097861739972190964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/potion-approaching-day-4.html' title='Potion approaching (Day 4)'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2799314557344443907</id><published>2009-08-03T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:16:38.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnXl4im6S2I/AAAAAAAAALM/Xg3EwEi3sl4/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnXl4im6S2I/AAAAAAAAALM/Xg3EwEi3sl4/s400/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365447290607258466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&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/6152556935274053648-2799314557344443907?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2799314557344443907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2799314557344443907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2799314557344443907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2799314557344443907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/torgasm.html' title='Torgasm'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnXl4im6S2I/AAAAAAAAALM/Xg3EwEi3sl4/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-3096225498667436910</id><published>2009-08-01T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:30:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Some wedding</title><content type='html'>Today's music is The Fratellis! Kick-ass voice, kick-ass riffs, kick-ass drum beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to kenduri kahwin of my father's relative just now. And guess what? The groom is actually cousin of Amri Yahyah, the Selangor's footballer, which you all have known for his brace in the match versus Manchester United. He was there, but I saw him from far je la. The fan boys there prefer to take pictures with him, instead of the bride and groom haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is here! That means new EPL season, and lots lots of football. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S ; Happy birthday Nil, and good luck to Nad for her psychology scholarship! I'm so gonna envy you when you don't have to study anymore :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnP8IH5KwsI/AAAAAAAAALE/Se83m6_H4J8/s1600-h/19072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnP8IH5KwsI/AAAAAAAAALE/Se83m6_H4J8/s320/19072009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364908797616374466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone get me this book? :|&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;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-3096225498667436910?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/3096225498667436910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=3096225498667436910&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3096225498667436910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3096225498667436910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-some-wedding.html' title='Day 2 - Some wedding'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnP8IH5KwsI/AAAAAAAAALE/Se83m6_H4J8/s72-c/19072009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8578642695398538133</id><published>2009-07-31T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:54:53.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtvasia.com/Onair/Shows/MTVWorldStageLiveinMalaysia/images/MTVWorldStageLiveinMalaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.mtvasia.com/Onair/Shows/MTVWorldStageLiveinMalaysia/images/MTVWorldStageLiveinMalaysia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my mum's homemade nasi lemak for breakfast today and my hair smells really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing today except watching some food channel and Mythbusters. I still have no mood doing any homework now so I spent most of my time listening to psychedelics. I really hope Klaxons are workin on a new record now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout bands, I really really wanna go to the World Stage pleeeease! When I heard Kasabian will be coming I was like, okay, cool. Then I heard All American Rejects and Hoobastank are coming too then I went, wow that'll be epic. Then Boys Like Girls, I went ohhh my goddd I gotta go thereee! I wanna sing with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out getting free passes is easy. All you gotta do is get someone who's using X-Pax to reload RM50 and wahla, you got two free passes! Now the hard part is convincing your mum that you did study enough and deserve a fun night out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8578642695398538133?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8578642695398538133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8578642695398538133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8578642695398538133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8578642695398538133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6328353103584223624</id><published>2009-07-30T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:32:40.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnF2gqcFvKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-FmxaHlbKCU/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnF2gqcFvKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-FmxaHlbKCU/s320/red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364198934694968482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know the point I skipped school again today because suddenly the school announced a 7-day-off. Of course you all SMARTians heard the news. It'll probably be on the newspaper tomorrow anyway. Not that I'm sad or anything but, the idea of ganti sekolah on weekends really just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a week off. Since I've already watched all the movies in the cinema, maybe me and my friends would start thinking of doing study groups. Hahahaha yea probably not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I gotta start checkin on the football schedules now so my nights would be filled with real activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6328353103584223624?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6328353103584223624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6328353103584223624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6328353103584223624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6328353103584223624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/swine.html' title='swine.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SnF2gqcFvKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-FmxaHlbKCU/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5999624200981699976</id><published>2009-07-29T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:15:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWTC0_KVL6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWTC0_KVL6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww Paul :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5999624200981699976?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5999624200981699976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5999624200981699976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5999624200981699976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5999624200981699976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8041496325780954047</id><published>2009-07-28T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:59:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sm7175ISF3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/9jCAMKYz6BM/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sm7175ISF3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/9jCAMKYz6BM/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363494615541487474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today, hehe. My mum allowed me though since she was busy and couldn't pick me up anyway. Plus, I just simply need some extra sleep time. And I did have one. But I suddenly felt grateful to my mum since she had given me the day off so, I started cleaning up the house. In the end, school would've been less tiring than this =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just watched the post-match (after-match) of Liverpool vs Singapore, and OMG Torres actually took off his shirt to swap with another player and he went on shirtless for like, 10 minutes! Then I started imagine what it would be like if I was there, witnessing a miraculous being created by the hand of God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamefully admitting, I repeated that part of the video for 3 times. Hahahaha goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8041496325780954047?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8041496325780954047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8041496325780954047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8041496325780954047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8041496325780954047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/examine.html' title='Examine.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sm7175ISF3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/9jCAMKYz6BM/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4948726701819482090</id><published>2009-07-26T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:43:52.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, yet so far~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/3755206532_4af442583f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 223px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/3755206532_4af442583f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3754482375_4bb9a14477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 222px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3754482375_4bb9a14477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it like to see this very handsome blonde-haired Spanish guy on a boat at Sungai Kuantan?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh look at the arms~&lt;br /&gt;I so envy the Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4948726701819482090?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4948726701819482090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4948726701819482090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4948726701819482090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4948726701819482090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close, yet so far~'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/3755206532_4af442583f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8728082134506982271</id><published>2009-07-23T04:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:20:17.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SmeBXGKNCwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aUvd8Zjd7D8/s1600-h/sturgess+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SmeBXGKNCwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aUvd8Zjd7D8/s320/sturgess+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361396115198249730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So I strummed some Beatles this morning, I bought a couple cans of Nescafe Latte, I bought few DVDs to mount some ISO for the games I downloaded, and I woke up immediately at 3.30am this morning. Even watched late night football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left is some movies. And probably having my room cleaned. And I need to organize my school books because I think I lost some of my homeworks =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8728082134506982271?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8728082134506982271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8728082134506982271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8728082134506982271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8728082134506982271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/jim-sturgess-is-sooooo-adorable-d.html' title='Coffee.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SmeBXGKNCwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aUvd8Zjd7D8/s72-c/sturgess+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7560684985533841665</id><published>2009-07-21T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:51:50.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep me in mind</title><content type='html'>I haven't been like myself recently. I'm no longer strumming my guitar, I haven't touch the PS3 for 2 weeks, I haven't been watching movies on HBO/Youtube videos/Whose Line Is It Anyway?, I find it hard to wake up at 3am like I used to, and I haven't been drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Maybe I need coffee. To restore myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7560684985533841665?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7560684985533841665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7560684985533841665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7560684985533841665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7560684985533841665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-me-in-mind.html' title='Keep me in mind'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1996747450496492111</id><published>2009-07-11T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:39:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Go to him)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All I ever hoped is that you two would still rather hang out with all four of us, you know, like we always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1996747450496492111?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1996747450496492111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1996747450496492111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1996747450496492111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1996747450496492111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-to-him.html' title='(Go to him)'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1832866660275398997</id><published>2009-07-08T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:57:26.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a very boring blog</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry you had to go through those boring posts.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll decorate it prettier or post more pictures soon, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Nahh I'm too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1832866660275398997?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8043711833999647287</id><published>2009-07-02T04:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:32:15.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good shot, sir</title><content type='html'>I swear I won't talk tech language this time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just found out that I'm not selected to PLKN! You know what this means? 3 extra months of pure FREEDOM. But heck I also found out today that trial is coming sooner than we all expected. A lazy lazy student like me will have to try harder to cover it all in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School also made a new rule - to wear a very fluorescent and vibrant orange vest to go to the toilet. This is supposedly to mencegah gejala ponteng dalam kalangan pelajar SMART. I was the one to groan the loudest after knowing that rule but after a while I thought, hey this is kinda fun. Let's go to the toilet more often. Sekolah mana lagi boleh pakai baju warna warni pergi toilet kan? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dreamt the weirdest but the most meaningful and truthful dream. How I am being denial and how the other one never noticed and never really cared. Wasteful and wasted. Ugh, punch me already. I should start dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8043711833999647287?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8043711833999647287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8043711833999647287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8043711833999647287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8043711833999647287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-shot-sir.html' title='Good shot, sir'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6194576814724292255</id><published>2009-07-01T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:13:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphic card</title><content type='html'>I finally got the money to buy the freakin video card/graphic card for my PC (my mum gave me extra allowance for the month as I got number two in class hehe). I've been living without it for quite some time after getting the new PC. Imagine how you can only play games ciput ciput yang tak hebat langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum took me to the PC store - simply because she was the one paying for it, and I asked the abang for a 512MB graphic card. He handed me the one with the good radeons (excuse my tech language, ehem) and he said 'Ni bagus punye. Untuk game kan?'. I shushed him quickly and pointed at my mum - he understood very quickly. The truth is, I never told my mum what was the use of graphic card. But my mum DID ask the abang, 'Ape guna benda ni?'. And abang tu jawab, 'Err.. untuk gambar lawa sikit. Lepas tu bagi laju sikit PC'. BLESS YOU abang PC, thank you for covering up. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the GeForce 8400 (average la) and proud to say - I inserted it and installed it by myself! *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can call me the computer-geek-who-doesn't-even-play-Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a video games store today and asked for a Sims 3. Guess what was the first thing the cashier asked? - 'Do you have a graphic card?'. Haha yes. The essentials of having a graphic card, people. IF you are one of the gamers anyway. Today I played Counter Strike for 2 hours. Blame the graphic card. Now I just need that freakin' 2GB RAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6194576814724292255?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6194576814724292255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6194576814724292255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6194576814724292255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6194576814724292255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/07/graphic-card.html' title='Graphic card'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6668410112628049472</id><published>2009-06-28T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:05:44.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves you yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>Everytime I wanted to write a post, something went wrong with blogspot. Guess today is my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yesterday was my school's Teacher's Day + Hari Ko-op. We sold food. St John's stall sold cookies and cupcakes. Hani did all the job hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim's band performed later at the canteen. Nil played the rhythm guitar, lookin very handsome hehe. The teacher's band also rocked. Cikgu Wan K.A memang semart lah! Left handed tuuu. Oh yea, I've been craving for a burger all day yesterday. One stall ran out of bread, and one stall had too many people lining up for the burger. But during that band performance Fawwaz went to the toilet for so long, but then only I found out that he came back with a burger for me! Terharunye saya haha :) Burger sedap! Zaid buat! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna see the movie I wanted to see for a long long time -- Transformers 2. But my brother already spoiled it with spoilers, and some reviews said that it was not good as expected, and I'm watching it without my best movie partner - Nad. I'm so gonna enjoy today.. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6668410112628049472?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6668410112628049472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6668410112628049472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6668410112628049472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6668410112628049472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-loves-you-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='She loves you yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7553676766073639864</id><published>2009-06-18T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:40:56.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fats.</title><content type='html'>Lately I don't feel like eating even though I feel hungry. I checked some answers to that in Yahoo and some said that I might suffer from aneroxia. But then I laughed because I don't feel fat at all hahah. But some said that I'm bored with the food. And that I should change my everyday meal. Yeah, I have to agree because I feel like eating burgers everyday and when I do get my burger, I'll finish it off in a flash. My mum used to groan about me having fast food too often, but now she seems to get me burgers for every lunch because it's the only food that I seem to enjoy. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people, those of you who still seems to be wondering why I don't try to get fat and just eat my heart out -- I can't. I have high metabolism. My body loves to burn fats and I don't even know where they put it. I digest food faster so I poo everyday. To gain a little weight, I have to eat very very much carbs, I have to eat sweets before bed, eat 3-4 meals everyday to maintain my weight. Yes, it seems too good to be true. But gaining weight is something impossible. When I get older, I'll be a bit fatter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7553676766073639864?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7553676766073639864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7553676766073639864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7553676766073639864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7553676766073639864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/06/fats.html' title='Fats.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4678285456011986771</id><published>2009-06-14T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:44:18.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.</title><content type='html'>Alright so I finally decided to update my blog. Harhar. Sorry, I enjoyed micro-blogging so much more (read : Twitter). It was my birthday last Monday. Nothing big, really. I don't like throwing birthday parties especially the part when all the people start to sing 'Happy Birthday' and look at you with fake smiles and clappings. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of birthdays is knowing who remembered and who forgot. I like it when people started feeling guilty because they did not remember it was my birthday. Hahaha. But everybody I want to remember did remember :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'll write more when I want to write more. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4678285456011986771?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4678285456011986771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4678285456011986771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4678285456011986771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4678285456011986771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/06/17.html' title='17.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8218098528063640272</id><published>2009-06-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:55:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sturgess Sturgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SifEDX9SprI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G9E1JvBJfvM/s1600-h/sturgess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SifEDX9SprI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G9E1JvBJfvM/s320/sturgess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455045148124850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8218098528063640272?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8218098528063640272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8218098528063640272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8218098528063640272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8218098528063640272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/06/sturgess-sturgasm.html' title='Sturgess Sturgasm'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SifEDX9SprI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G9E1JvBJfvM/s72-c/sturgess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8403602280803259243</id><published>2009-06-01T03:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:27:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, finally!</title><content type='html'>Phew, that was the worst. trip. EVER. I didn't even know why I agreed to tag along. So anyway, I have to start planning what I wanna do for this holiday. Pfft, since when I start to PLAN? Harhar. Whatever. What I know is I really need to tidy up my room. It looks like a zonkeydonkeyzoo nest. No, I don't even know what zonkeydonkeyzoo is. It just sounds right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more important stuff I need to get done by this holiday are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- change my guitar strings&lt;br /&gt;- buy my cat's anti-flea spray&lt;br /&gt;- do the Add Math folio&lt;br /&gt;- watch all the movies I wanna see in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;- tidy up my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Fawwaz told me that the Manchester United's match tickets is selling out. So I gotta buy it ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8403602280803259243?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8403602280803259243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8403602280803259243&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8403602280803259243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8403602280803259243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-finally.html' title='Home, finally!'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-422265501792314742</id><published>2009-05-31T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:39:04.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I am warming my ass off under the blankets. I'm alone in the hotel room. Hungry and cold. I've been reading and playing with my camera back to back. And I think I can memorize all the titles in the newspaper already. And now I'm watching Masked Rider. Hahaa can you tell how bored I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered myself a fish n' chip. I might consider to take a little walk by the beach after this and bring my camera along. Alrighty-o. Let's get smart by finishing that fish n' chip and make myself a coffee first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh can't wait to get homeeeee. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-422265501792314742?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/422265501792314742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=422265501792314742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/422265501792314742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/422265501792314742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7532506416356776828</id><published>2009-05-28T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:55:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachutes</title><content type='html'>Woohoo mid year's over baby! Apparently that's our last mid year exams, and we'll be sitting for trials on September. I don't know about the results though. Got a pretty bad mark for Math Paper 1. That's not good fer me. I like maths. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my last post (I'm so boring I have to stop saying this), I went to see Star Trek yesterday but the mall went black out. And unfortunately Star Trek was last screened yesterday :( Man United just lost 2-0 to Barca and hell they played bad. They were never good against a good team anyway hahaha. The fans didn't come to school just now. Aw, too bad. Maybe they know the consequences harhar! And I found out that Robert Pattinson has 6 pax. Aren't vampires supposed to be flat and.. glassy? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be at TC for the 'I Am Laced' tour this Saturday. I have to be at the boring ol' Port Dickson. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7532506416356776828?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7532506416356776828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7532506416356776828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7532506416356776828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7532506416356776828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/parachutes.html' title='Parachutes'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7606820125857964248</id><published>2009-05-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:15:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex and Alexa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/famouspeople/4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 321px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/famouspeople/4-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeles :|&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/6152556935274053648-7606820125857964248?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7606820125857964248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7606820125857964248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7606820125857964248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7606820125857964248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/alex-and-alexa.html' title='Alex and Alexa'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/cLoveR_cLeopatRa/famouspeople/th_4-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6341422889504483748</id><published>2009-05-23T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:22:41.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralala</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! Just updatin' since I've only been twittering fer these couple of days =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, since my last post, I still sucked Chemistry and Biology paper. I went to trim my bangs, and I bought a book. YES, I want to start to read again. NO, I won't tell you what book it is because you might find it a little tacky harhar. I also discovered that Julian Casablancas' middle name is Fernando. Talking about Fernando, football season is almost over and now I'm wondering what I'd do these upcoming weekend nights. OH! And Kris Allen won woohoo! Never thought he could win. Adam was a pretty strong challenger. But he's kinda gay. He IS gay. Kris Allen's version of 'Heartless' had been stuck in my head recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty-o gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6341422889504483748?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6341422889504483748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6341422889504483748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6341422889504483748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6341422889504483748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/tralala.html' title='tralala'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2438701531128923685</id><published>2009-05-19T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:28:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrangler</title><content type='html'>I really rocked my History paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH I wish I could say that. I sucked again. Thought I was prepared enough. Just not.. enough. I failed on my own self's challenge harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back from school, had a little conversation with Ibu in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Nak amik license sekarang dah RM1250.&lt;br /&gt;(Uh oh, she's not gonna cancel my license test, is she?)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Whoa, yeke..&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Tu kalau amik sampai pass, kalau sekali amik je RM800.&lt;br /&gt;Me : I think I'll fail at first or second attempt hehe. *nervous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Tau dah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uhm so, nak suruh amik sekarang ke lepas SPM? Hehe. *another nervous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;*few seconds of silence*&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Think you can cope?&lt;br /&gt;(I HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : I.. guess.&lt;br /&gt;*long silence*&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Tengok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, imagining me riding my dream car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/ShP3Sqx-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EDnW9W13HXI/s1600-h/wrangler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/ShP3Sqx-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EDnW9W13HXI/s320/wrangler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337881883457775106" 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;I would look sooo cool in that rad piece of shit! SWEET LORD! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe she didn't mention the red 1999 Jeep Wrangler but, I can dream can I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2438701531128923685?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2438701531128923685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2438701531128923685&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2438701531128923685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2438701531128923685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrangler.html' title='Wrangler'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/ShP3Sqx-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EDnW9W13HXI/s72-c/wrangler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1464580511676631020</id><published>2009-05-18T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:12:04.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On form</title><content type='html'>Hellooo school day! I'm not in school. Apparently Nad has decided not to go to school today. Well I have pretty much studying to cover myself. A student who never really pay attention in class or do any homework like me needs extra hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really weird dream about our school has been blown up and the whole 2nd storey and above of the Form 5 block is like, gone. And no one is reported dead. And it is all my fault because I am a secret agent who failed to stop the criminal who wants to blow up schools =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1464580511676631020?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1464580511676631020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1464580511676631020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1464580511676631020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1464580511676631020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-form.html' title='On form'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6510292945341063693</id><published>2009-05-16T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:24:07.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ob La Di Ob La Da</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally decided to write something anyway. Not much have been goin on since my last post. As you know it's Mid Year Exams. I think I suck each paper so far haha. But I've been studying, honest! Though I just started on last Tuesday harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my best friend finally talked to me on last Wednesday. Apparently she's been acting like nothing happened. And about my other best friend, well I realized that there's no point of acting strange to him anymore. So lets just move on and treat him like a friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty-o, wish me luck on scoring Sejarah for the first time! If that even possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6510292945341063693?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6510292945341063693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6510292945341063693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6510292945341063693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6510292945341063693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/ob-la-di-ob-la-da.html' title='Ob La Di Ob La Da'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4801783633206754037</id><published>2009-05-10T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:47:08.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L to the a to the zyyy</title><content type='html'>I have to make my bed, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I have to write my football blog, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about Smart Niaga, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload bunch of photos in my Flickr, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I have to study, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lazy. Very very lazy. I want to be a sloth, and be loved for my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4801783633206754037?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4801783633206754037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4801783633206754037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4801783633206754037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4801783633206754037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-to-a-to-zyyy.html' title='L to the a to the zyyy'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-3620557574356254185</id><published>2009-05-09T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:00:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help yourself,</title><content type='html'>Thursday night, teman kakak pergi shopping lagi. So what did we bought? 'The Best Of Backstreet Boys' album harhar. We played it on the way home. You couldn't believe how kakak know all the words to all the songs. And the dance too, actually. Ingat lagi she used to have a special file where she kept all the BSB's news, posters and shit. Well, it's what she grew up with hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Saturday! One of my favorite days of the week. Last night was the best night to sleep. Even in the dark, I could see flashes of lightning from the window. And the smell of rain, ahh. I could just stare at the window and watch the lightning all night. But then I started to miss my best friends. I really did my best to make us to be what we used to be two years ago. But if I'm the only one who's doing it, it'll go nowhere. Whoa, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; really 'killing two birds with one stone'. Hahaha. Haih, I miss you guys a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's hope Manchester United lose. Or draw. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-3620557574356254185?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/3620557574356254185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=3620557574356254185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3620557574356254185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3620557574356254185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-yourself.html' title='Help yourself,'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5522482705001105019</id><published>2009-05-06T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:55:54.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shock Of Lightning</title><content type='html'>Today is epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laughed sooo much today. Too many jokes exposure.&lt;br /&gt;2. I dream about Arsene Wenger (Arsenal's manager) when I slept during the match last night. I dream of him being crowd surfed by the Arsenal's fans. ALL around the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;3. By the way, Arsenal lost. Damn. So much for the crowd surf harhar.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm still not talking to those two particular persons. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; still not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh-so-hot junior crush smiled at us today. Nad didn't notice, and I, well, stunned and didn't smile back. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Physics class! I didn't get the chance to see the guy (mentioned above) play futsal :(&lt;br /&gt;7. This is probably the best part of today. Masa class nak habis, ada pengumuman suruh budak-budak duduk dewan/sulop dan jangan duduk kat exposed areas. Yeah, it was raining like pig and we can see it. On the way back from class, tiba-tiba one fat giant bolt sambar depan mata. Then POW bunyi petir. Terkejut beruk saya. Everyone headed to the teacher's lounge and stayed there. Seriously, I've never been that scared to thunder. But I was shaking on that one. But I probably just shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school rocks my illegal polka dotted socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5522482705001105019?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5522482705001105019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5522482705001105019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5522482705001105019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5522482705001105019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/shock-of-lightning.html' title='The Shock Of Lightning'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5300131941710831441</id><published>2009-05-04T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:31:00.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock-a-byebye</title><content type='html'>Nad and I just discovered the 3 priorities in life that we have in common,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Food&lt;br /&gt;2. Men&lt;br /&gt;3. Beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5300131941710831441?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5300131941710831441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5300131941710831441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5300131941710831441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5300131941710831441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-byebye.html' title='Rock-a-byebye'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6153415486888393422</id><published>2009-05-03T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:21:26.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adamantium is not in the periodic table</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Don't waste your time getting back what was taken away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; away. Quite inspirational, huh? Once again I spent my 3 days holiday without studying or doing any homework. Haih, dapat kad sakit kang baru tahuuu. I watched Wolverine today at the movies. FUHH semua orang memang buff lah! Ryan Reynolds pon buff gila tiba-tiba haha I know, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih I don't know what's worse, the fact that I haven't finish a single homework or the fact that Torres is having hamstring again. Or the fact that C. Ronaldo can add more to his goal tally now but heck what do y'all care? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some juice. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6153415486888393422?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6153415486888393422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6153415486888393422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6153415486888393422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6153415486888393422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/05/adamantium-is-not-in-periodic-table.html' title='Adamantium is not in the periodic table'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-9035569937213454197</id><published>2009-04-30T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:51:10.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, drop, and roll</title><content type='html'>'Stop, drop, and roll' - it's on every fire extinguishers. Apparently this is what you have to do when your clothes catch fire. Nad and I still find this too funny hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're reaching the end of our duties as the school magazine's official photographers (cey). Only the sports clubs session left, and we'll not be able to look at our oh-so-hot junior crush more longer. Harhar. Great Nad, now we have the same crush. What next, same boyfriend? Or husband? Suami dihalalkan berpoligami ye. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun with this magazine people and photographers clique. Awh too bad we can't do it anymore next year, huh guys? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SfmO14sCZOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X7Z-Cwnd92E/s1600-h/photographers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SfmO14sCZOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X7Z-Cwnd92E/s320/photographers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330448690370995426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I thought of cycling today. Thought it might neutralise my depress mode but, I had to cycle pass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; house. GREAT. No cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-9035569937213454197?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/9035569937213454197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=9035569937213454197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/9035569937213454197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/9035569937213454197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-drop-and-roll.html' title='Stop, drop, and roll'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SfmO14sCZOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X7Z-Cwnd92E/s72-c/photographers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1158361002112354232</id><published>2009-04-29T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:50:39.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love is to let go</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think that some people might be happier if I had never met them. People that I hurt too many times, or people who felt like I'm such a burden to even talk to. I can't tell how sad I am just to let go of things that used to be so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh well, I can't make people stay. Or at least, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of making people stay, especially when they want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1158361002112354232?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1158361002112354232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1158361002112354232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1158361002112354232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1158361002112354232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-love-is-to-let-go.html' title='To love is to let go'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2060393980557634739</id><published>2009-04-27T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:27:10.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LGFUAD.</title><content type='html'>Was I supposed to ditch him like that? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Was I too harsh on my last posts about my best friend? Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;Was I supposed to forget and stop being weird? I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Was I supposed to have started doing homework by now? YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2060393980557634739?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2060393980557634739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2060393980557634739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2060393980557634739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2060393980557634739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/lgfuad.html' title='LGFUAD.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7535605255897214488</id><published>2009-04-26T02:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:29:22.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pembawa nasib malang</title><content type='html'>I wasn't awake until 11 am, though my dad called me at 9. When he heard my sleepy lazy voice, all he said was '...tidurlah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over my very bad week, so I gloomily drag myself in front of the computer, only to find myself listening to slow mellow acoustics. All the lyrics suddenly make more sense now. Ya Allah jiwangnye aku. But seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'As you tear your way right through me, I forgive you once again...'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You say my name like there could be an us, I best tidy up my head, I'm the only one in love'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish dah dah. I spent way too much time thinking about it. I kept myself busy onlining, until it was 4pm, I hung out with Mer at TC. Really needed a company, but unfortunately Nad wasn't there to crack a really good joke. On the way back, Kakak suruh teman shopping lagi. Bo-ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik tengok match Liverpool. Juga boring. The only thing that catches my eye is Torres' blonde locks. Next up is Man Utd's match. I fell asleep after 5 minutes, when I woke up Spurs was leading 2-1. But after 5 minutes Man U scored 3 goals. And I had to watch Ronaldo lari pusing padang sambil baling baju. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I find Akademi Fantasia stupid again, after Aril is voted out. Takde point dah kot nak tengok lepas ni. Unless Andy Estranged decided to play again. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again. Refusing to do homework, looking for more entertainment for today. I need coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lyrics ; Melt My Heart To Stone by Adele)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7535605255897214488?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7535605255897214488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7535605255897214488&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7535605255897214488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7535605255897214488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/pembawa-nasib-malang.html' title='Pembawa nasib malang'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7412642334160142160</id><published>2009-04-24T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:38:05.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I care anyway?</title><content type='html'>- I miss talking to my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I miss hugging my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know what to do with Hani Zahira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't seem to tell him the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I miss Syafiq Khamalrudin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish kakak would do things herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Steven Gerrard is injured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish I could sleep all day long and not caring about anyone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7412642334160142160?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7412642334160142160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7412642334160142160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7412642334160142160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7412642334160142160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-i-care-anyway.html' title='Why do I care anyway?'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5699307773032207131</id><published>2009-04-23T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:31:38.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the worst thing that could happen?</title><content type='html'>1) Board room problems! Takde lah besar sangat pon problem, tapi our beloved sergeant become so emotional about this and I guess she couldn't handle being a leader. You don't take things personally la. Ask to coorperate, not SHOUT to coorperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Liverpool is coming to Singapore and Thailand, that and ONLY that. Dah la bulan trial, jauh gila kot nak pergi sana. Not to mention Fernando Torres is one of the confirmed line up to play! WHAT LAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They won't win the EPL this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A best friend won't talk to me, but there you go, the same thing that happened again and again. But this time it was actually about work. Ohh why am I always blamed for something I didn't do? Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish I could tell him don't go to her. But I gave up a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5699307773032207131?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5699307773032207131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5699307773032207131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5699307773032207131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5699307773032207131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-worst-thing-that-could-happen.html' title='What&apos;s the worst thing that could happen?'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8182055065346284906</id><published>2009-04-22T05:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:10:30.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you learn?</title><content type='html'>So here I am again, after a football morning, still refusing to check if I have any homeworks waiting to be done. A frustrating football morning that is, we only managed a draw. Against a good side, it should be a 'phew'. But heck what do y'all care? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning at school, we had to do some fitness test. Tekan tubi lah, naik turun bangku lah, jangkauan melunjur ke ape bende ntah. My muscles all cramped out now and I think I'm getting 6 packs and biceps harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum asked me today, whether I'm aware that I'm 17 years old. I said, yes, why? She said, you always goof around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say, I don't wanna grow up! =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8182055065346284906?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8182055065346284906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8182055065346284906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8182055065346284906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8182055065346284906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-you-learn.html' title='When will you learn?'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6612325365190181544</id><published>2009-04-18T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:08:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not handicapped, I'm just lazy.</title><content type='html'>Hello matey! Today's another lazy Saturday I went through. I woke up by the smells of sweet blueberry muffins from the kitchen's oven. Yummmmmmmyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the Arsenal-Chelsea kick off this midnight. Right now I'm browsing through new songs. (current song : White Noise by The Living End)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was messin' with Torres' website and OHMYGOD what did I find,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fernando9torres.com//images/fotos/img49e5b7ca1f1e55.06057910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.fernando9torres.com//images/fotos/img49e5b7ca1f1e55.06057910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DROOL*&lt;br /&gt;How can a guy be a Spanish, tall, muscular, intelligent, blonde, Spanish, sexy, strong, good looking, Spanish, rich, all at the same time? :)&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;Anyway, I checked out the video blogs of me four handsome boys too. No not the Beatles, this time it's the Arctic Monkeys. But their last post was about them hangin' out at P.Diddy's. Man, they are gettin' more and more hip hop each time. Alex Turner also jammed with a rock version of Lady Gaga's Just Dance HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s : his girlfriend hits Cleo magazine more often nowadays, best dressed of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh I'm watching AF now? Who cares, Andy Estranged is gonna play tonight. He's the ultimate sexiest Malay guy I've ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I talk about men all the time? Man, I love men a lot. Thank you God, for creating another version of human being called men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6612325365190181544?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6612325365190181544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6612325365190181544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6612325365190181544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6612325365190181544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-handicap-im-just-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m not handicapped, I&apos;m just lazy.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-3077519805562271700</id><published>2009-04-16T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:58:05.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please remember how I feel about you,</title><content type='html'>It's surprising how your absence doesn't keep me waiting anymore. I didn't even get the chance to learn to love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-3077519805562271700?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/3077519805562271700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=3077519805562271700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3077519805562271700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3077519805562271700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-remember-how-i-feel-about-you.html' title='Please remember how I feel about you,'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5751549981319596305</id><published>2009-04-12T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:29:50.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, adieu, adieu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o282/WishBird/Print%20Outs/shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 258px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o282/WishBird/Print%20Outs/shakespeare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles made my day again! I was browsing Youtube and found this video of them doing some Shakespeare's play 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. Paulie as Pyramus, John was ohmygod in a dress as Thisbe, Ringo as the Lion, and George as the man in the moon. I watched it several times already today, and dammit I memorized the script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though here're some of my favorite lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul : *lookin through the hole in the wall* T-hisbeee, T-hisbeee!&lt;br /&gt;John : (very man-ly voice) WHOT!? ..oh my love, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Paul : Wilt thou at Ninny's Tomb meet me, straightway!&lt;br /&gt;John : Uu Ninny's Tomb, is that still open?&lt;br /&gt;Paul : Yes!&lt;br /&gt;John : Jolly good! :D *skips away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo : You know that I am Ringo the drummer. But if I was really a lion, I wouldn't be makin all the money I am today, would I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George : This lantern doth the horned moon present.&lt;br /&gt;Crowd : Can't hear, can't hear!&lt;br /&gt;George : THIS LANTERN DOTH THE HORNED MOON PRESENT! I, THE MAN IN THE MOON, DOTH SEEM TO BE!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd : Who?!&lt;br /&gt;George : Look you, all I have to say is to tell you that this lantern is the moon, you see. Got it? I'm the man in the moon, this thornbush is my thornbush, and this doggy woggy here is my dog. Now if you don't wrap up, I'll give you a kick in the.. the eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John : Asleep, my love?&lt;br /&gt;Paul : Die, die, die!&lt;br /&gt;John : What, dead, my dove?&lt;br /&gt;Paul : *die*&lt;br /&gt;John : Oh Pyramus, arise! Speak, speak! Must cover thy sweet eyes, those lily lips, those cherry nose, and these yellow cowslip cheeks, are gone, are gone. His eyes were green as leeks.&lt;br /&gt;Paul : Oh really? Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;John : Tongue, not a word, not a word. *turned to crowd* SHUTTT UP! *turned to Paul* not a word.. Come, trusty uhh.. sword. Come, blade my breast imbrue.. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thisbe ends bla bla Adieu, adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha you guys should watch it, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEuo2uUHpYQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5751549981319596305?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5751549981319596305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5751549981319596305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5751549981319596305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5751549981319596305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/adieu-adieu-adieu.html' title='Adieu, adieu, adieu.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o282/WishBird/Print%20Outs/th_shakespeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8365741535092283364</id><published>2009-04-09T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:20:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or bad, you decide</title><content type='html'>Of course after that horrible defeat of Liverpool to Chelsea, my life becomes worst and worst. Coming to school is the last thing that I wanted to do, but the first thing I HAD to do. I planned to avoid any sorts of contacts with the guys but malangnya, masa nak naik tangga, set-set budak lelaki tu lahhh yang tengah nak turun. And there was the poor I, being booed all the way. Some freak even left a paper written 3-1 on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the mood to read any football news or to blog about the match yet. But as I thought today would be a gloomy one, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some photographer crews had to take pictures of the lower forms' classes. Mereka amat bising dan langsung tak matang haha. It was a fun thing though, layan budak-budak ni. Oh not to mention, one of the school magazine people came to help, which is a very cute guy from Form 2. I think every girls in Form 5 had been talking about him, even crushing on him, MAJOR! Haha but he's very quite, doesn't talk much. But oh boy ain't he cuteee? :D Rajin pulak tu. Next week budak upper forms pulak. He offered to help. Yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8365741535092283364?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8365741535092283364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8365741535092283364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8365741535092283364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8365741535092283364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-or-bad-you-decide.html' title='Good or bad, you decide'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4022354378840553464</id><published>2009-04-07T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:58:36.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want more ice cream</title><content type='html'>My results are hereee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Melayu - 81&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - 87&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - 76&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Islam - 78 (I actually targeted a C hahaha unbelievable!)&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggeris - 74 (B3 yang bergaya)&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 70&lt;br /&gt;Add. Maths - 61 (I passed *smug*)&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah - 66&lt;br /&gt;Bio - 55 (well, at least I'm not 1 of the 10 people who failed in my class haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= 4As 3Bs 1C 1D (4th in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, memang subject yang kena hafal banyak mcm tahi. That's what you get, Hidayah. For revising the night before for each subjects. Oh except Physics, which is 1 hour before the paper hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to move my arse now and study, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4022354378840553464?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4022354378840553464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4022354378840553464&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4022354378840553464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4022354378840553464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-more-ice-cream.html' title='I want more ice cream'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6136474764660146160</id><published>2009-04-06T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:06:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita kakak saya</title><content type='html'>Teacher : Asyik doktor, cikgu, polis.. Takde orang nak jadi astronaut ke?&lt;br /&gt;Kids        : *senyap*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Takkan takde?&lt;br /&gt;Kids        : *geleng-geleng kepala*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Do you know what is an astronaut?&lt;br /&gt;Kids        : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Can you tell me what is an astronaut?&lt;br /&gt;Kids        : Orang pasang Astro la, teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6136474764660146160?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6136474764660146160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6136474764660146160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6136474764660146160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6136474764660146160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/cerita-kakak-saya.html' title='Cerita kakak saya'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1243879317513546858</id><published>2009-04-05T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:15:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've just seen a face,</title><content type='html'>I've just had the weirdest dream. Maybe it's because I've been watching the Beatles' movies too many times recently, I've started to wish that everything's still like they're used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that there was this parade, Paul McCartney and Ringo was there. Everybody was singing Beatles' songs. And suddenly, ghosts started to appear and they were our late friends and family. Emotional reunions between the living and the dead happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dream is about The Beatles. Pauly and Ringo found George. They became so thrilled and started hugging. Oh how they missed each other. Until they realized, 'John!' says Paul. They stood there, looking at each other. Few seconds later they started looking for John. And then there he was, hugging Yoko and his son. They cried out John's name, John turned and smiled. John reached out his hands, but as they get closer, John and George started to fade away. Until they cannot be seen anymore. Paul was on his knees, still calling John's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. I wish John Lennon is still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1243879317513546858?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1243879317513546858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1243879317513546858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1243879317513546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1243879317513546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-just-seen-face.html' title='I&apos;ve just seen a face,'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4757605226632208684</id><published>2009-04-04T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:34:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rush of blood through the head</title><content type='html'>Ugh some people just won't drop their discrimination. I just want my foot in someone's ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4757605226632208684?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4757605226632208684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4757605226632208684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4757605226632208684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4757605226632208684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/rush-of-blood-through-head.html' title='A rush of blood through the head'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-234325223903855056</id><published>2009-04-01T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:43:00.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well?</title><content type='html'>Ahh the bad week strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texted me the night before, said that he wanted to borrow something for his friend and thought that I might have that something. Funny, the fact that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; of me made me flattered. We texted some more craps and then I wished him luck for the camp. The next day when I handed the thing he asked, I smiled and that was goodbye for the next 6 days. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day starts with a form I had to send for the Photography Club, been lookin' for Cikgu Rosli for the whole day. Nad went for debate, and I already started to miss Fawwaz who is also went for the camp. My English paper's mark is 74, one more mark for an A and I actually made a stupid grammar mistake. I left my baju PJ at home, demerited 5 points and it also turned out that the girls were playing futsal. *double sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today : April Fools,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad went for debate again. The only guy I can talk to in class is Nik, but he's always snoring. Which left me the option to talk to another guy, Stephen =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys at school didn't manage to pull a prank on me today. Kinda proud of it, though. Until I got back from school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitz.fm news - Octo-mom is pregnant of another octoplets, some more shits that I can't remember, blablabla APRIL FOOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Goal.com news - England's manager resigns, Stevie G had a serious injury, 6 players is arrested, blablabla APRIL FOOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-234325223903855056?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/234325223903855056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=234325223903855056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/234325223903855056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/234325223903855056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title='Well?'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8449590034022408924</id><published>2009-03-31T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:56:21.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And your bird can sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SdE_qAmOSVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Cnad2YGIba8/s1600-h/beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SdE_qAmOSVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Cnad2YGIba8/s400/beatles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319102625848641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh just gettin Arnie and Aresha on their nerves&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&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/6152556935274053648-8449590034022408924?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8449590034022408924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8449590034022408924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8449590034022408924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8449590034022408924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-your-bird-can-sing.html' title='And your bird can sing'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SdE_qAmOSVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Cnad2YGIba8/s72-c/beatles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5948409473387367479</id><published>2009-03-29T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:26:51.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all live in a yellow submarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3390859434_6ce8980813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 217px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3390859434_6ce8980813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello! I don't know what to say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did absolutely nothing this weekend. Only Saturday that I attended a photography class. But all I learnt was some basics that I already knew about. Then I slept all the way when I got home. I turned off the lights and the computer when it's Earth Hour, I watched some football after that, and some more football on Sunday morning. Then it was TV and video games back to back. And now I'm sitting here settling my never-getting-fat ass on the couch listening to Duran Duran's Hungry Like A Wolf. Hah! How bout that for a weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the moment of truth. At least one bad result is going to get revealed tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5948409473387367479?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5948409473387367479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5948409473387367479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5948409473387367479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5948409473387367479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-all-live-in-yellow-submarine.html' title='We all live in a yellow submarine'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3390859434_6ce8980813_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-7654530090113162662</id><published>2009-03-27T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:57:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeee</title><content type='html'>Yeay exam habis! Boleh main game habis-habisan hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-7654530090113162662?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/7654530090113162662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=7654530090113162662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7654530090113162662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/7654530090113162662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/freeee.html' title='Freeee'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8053866938977051383</id><published>2009-03-22T04:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:12:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living is easy with eyes closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e287/Mercury-May/The%20Beatles/2305811359_1a5045b28b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 230px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e287/Mercury-May/The%20Beatles/2305811359_1a5045b28b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you hate it when you got icings and creams all over you? I, very very much. We made cupcakes for ibu today for her birthday. Tak sempat nak amik gambar, but trust me it wasn't pretty at all. Still, decent effort. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to slap myself in the face because I haven't study for my exams! Haih ape nak jadii. Seriously, everytime I feel like studying, I'd end up doing something else haha. And today, the day abang balik. Thanks to him, I haven't touch my books today. I played Need For Speed about two hours in the morning, move on to Mortal Kombat at noon. I played the whole medium level of Guitar Hero in his laptop and I played some more FIFA with my PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, help me to resurface. Make me human again =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listen to Here Today by Paul McCartney, a song dedicated to John Lennon. makes me cry everytime)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8053866938977051383?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8053866938977051383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8053866938977051383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8053866938977051383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8053866938977051383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-is-easy-with-eyes-closed.html' title='Living is easy with eyes closed'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e287/Mercury-May/The%20Beatles/th_2305811359_1a5045b28b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1225299241523544121</id><published>2009-03-18T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:49:38.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something crawling in my eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3270945297_9b6bd07a2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 146px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3270945297_9b6bd07a2e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, something crawling in my eye. It's so itchy on that part. Maybe aliens abducted me and put something that will grow in my eye and soon that thing will want to conquer earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Good mornin! Updates on yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up early and realized I fell asleep on the couch after watching the replay of Man United vs Liverpool. Laptop was still on, and I didn't even sign out my YM.&lt;br /&gt;2. Had breakfast. At 9!&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched Sweeney Todd for the second time of the week. Later kakak asked to teman pick up her credit card at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad hair day. Because I didn't untie my hair when I slept. Used a beanie to cover up. I end up looking like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;5. The radio was still talking about the match when Liverpool THRASHED United. Felt special to be a 'Pool fan.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bank - the kakak there asked me, 'Dah ada credit card? Bila nak buat?'. Okay, do I look 20?&lt;br /&gt;7. Then teman kakak to buy a wedding present for her bestie, Kak Tia (anak Datin Ezi!). She bought a night lamp. 'Untuk menghantui tidur-tidurnya setiap malam,' kata kakak. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;8. Delivered the gift. Ahmad takde kat rumah, pegi main badminton.&lt;br /&gt;9. Makan nasik. Ahh I miss having my favorite ikan keli berlada.&lt;br /&gt;10. Went to EC mall, picked up my new specs. Saya tambah power la wei! 200+ dah. It sucks to have big, irregular-shaped eyes. It grew bigger every single year. I told you something is growing in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;11. Window shopped for shoes. Nothing catches my eyes. Not to mention I'm saving money.&lt;br /&gt;12. Had two scoops of Baskin Robbin. The combination of Love Potion (or Poison?) and Boysenberry, in a waffle with choc sauce and whipped cream with a cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;13. Went home, watched Spa Q and cheered for mama. Yey mama ada cctv! No, I never watched Spa Q. Kakak gave a good explanation of the story. Cerita orang-orang kaya yang suka akan wang dan rasuah.&lt;br /&gt;14. I fell asleep of watching Spa Q.&lt;br /&gt;15. Woke up and realized I didn't do my chores - basuh pinggan and buang sampah. Did it right away.&lt;br /&gt;16. Night - I felt horrible. Sick, tired, mata berair, hidung berair, panas badan, I felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;17. Chatted with Fawwaz. I complained on how he overreacted on what happened. I said that we no longer talk like we used to at school just because he had a fight with Nik. But I guess I pissed him off.&lt;br /&gt;18. My usual therapy : take a deep breath, wash your face, drink coffee and play your favorite acoustic songs.&lt;br /&gt;19. 3 am already. Went downstairs and watched Arsenal's match. They're through semi-final. Good.&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on the couch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a rocking life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1225299241523544121?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1225299241523544121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1225299241523544121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1225299241523544121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1225299241523544121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-crawling-in-my-eye.html' title='Something crawling in my eye'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3270945297_9b6bd07a2e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6012867544101733201</id><published>2009-03-16T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:02:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you keep coming back?</title><content type='html'>School holidays! Yeay. The only time I can afford to do nothing. At this particular time, though. I still have to study for 1B. Saturday, Saturday. First day of holiday. I was forced to do hard work. Finding a file of bills in the bunch of paper galore in the store, asked to move a barrel from a pick-up truck in mid-day, and promoted myself to carry the rather heavy DVD player all the way from 3rd floor of the mall, with no elevators! Ugh I hate having no male in the house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Tough day repaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/images5/header_score_man_utd_140309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/images5/header_score_man_utd_140309.jpg" alt="" 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;HAHAHA in your face you scumshites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6012867544101733201?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6012867544101733201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6012867544101733201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6012867544101733201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6012867544101733201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-you-keep-coming-back.html' title='Why do you keep coming back?'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-977868668006117488</id><published>2009-03-12T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:26:37.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbkbeYa3L2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pCehHHvAH9Y/s1600-h/edited7-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbkbeYa3L2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pCehHHvAH9Y/s320/edited7-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307444225355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, my light from above?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, my untouched little tiny friend?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, my true love?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, my spirit for 1B exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-977868668006117488?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/977868668006117488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=977868668006117488&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/977868668006117488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/977868668006117488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-art-thou.html' title='Where art thou?'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbkbeYa3L2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pCehHHvAH9Y/s72-c/edited7-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-8641900170317354297</id><published>2009-03-09T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:28:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, humans make me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbT9TPoERXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TrcuSJxreYk/s1600-h/edited5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbT9TPoERXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TrcuSJxreYk/s320/edited5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311148367630583154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of a lot of aspects, humans are also hilarious when it comes to publishing thoughts. Maybe not all humans, well I certainly not good at making jokes in my blog but that's not the point because that's not the kind of humor I was talking about haha okay what am I saying. Back to the point, some students in my school are hilarious specifically in a particular time, when blogging was blacklisted because students found out that teachers love to get the juice from their blogs. Well I admit, after that time I knew, I watched my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's an easy thing for me. The aim of my blog is not to talk thrash about other people. I DO watch my words even when I'm not blogging. So what makes me laugh? The fact that some people already deleted their blog after a good breath of cursing people, knowing someone from the authorities (sort of) could take any actions upon their reckless acts, or words -- considering that it involved someone FROM the authorities too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the thing. Afraid of publishing your true thoughts, and unable to control it either. I had a friend who saw a comment at my blog from one of the teachers, dan esok tu tengok-tengok dia dah delete blog dia haha. Amusement. Kalau nak gossip-gossip tu, tak payah la nak tulis kat blog tapi blog tu private untuk 2, 3 orang je baca. Baik buat bulatan, bukak meja gossip dalam kelas and cerita lahhh puas-puas. I know I've been disagreeing about teachers campur tangan adat pelajar mereka tapi, now I know who's been amusing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow I talked like a true egoist. dangg alter ego revealed?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-8641900170317354297?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/8641900170317354297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=8641900170317354297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8641900170317354297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/8641900170317354297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-humans-make-me-laugh.html' title='Sometimes, humans make me laugh'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbT9TPoERXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TrcuSJxreYk/s72-c/edited5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2186699627186177509</id><published>2009-03-07T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:20:16.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles lah sangat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbI6C-31H2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hQ0YAMm64hc/s1600-h/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbI6C-31H2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hQ0YAMm64hc/s320/omg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310370733534551906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waarrrghgghghhghghghhh siapa nak hadiahkan saya?&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/6152556935274053648-2186699627186177509?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2186699627186177509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2186699627186177509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2186699627186177509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2186699627186177509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/beatle-lah-sangat.html' title='Beatles lah sangat'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SbI6C-31H2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hQ0YAMm64hc/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-861699099749766931</id><published>2009-03-05T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:29:00.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me, Doctor.. Creator Psych.. shits..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had some ceramah about Biotech. There's blue biotech, red biotech, white biotech and so on. Each color represents your major. But of course, biotech is always about DNAs. One word came to mind, 'cloning'. I talked to Hani about cloning. I said what if I can become a biotech engineering genius. And become a very good cloner. I'd have a secret lab in the isolated forest.. in Africa. I'd take zebras and flamingos, combine them and turn them into pink-winged stripey unicorns. I'd take ulat gonggok and dragonflies and soon ulat gonggok can fly. I'd create new creatures and release it into the wild. Other scientists will soon find the DNA-mixed animals and name it as new creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon someone smarter will discover that they were cloned, and cloning is a violation in rules. And they will make a mission to find me. But of course, nobody knows it's me. Nobody will find my secret underground lab in isolated forest in Africa. I am indeed the, evil creator. Bahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa300/davidluver33/cartoons/dinosaur23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 159px;" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa300/davidluver33/cartoons/dinosaur23.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...please ignore the ultimate randomness of my imagination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-861699099749766931?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/861699099749766931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=861699099749766931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/861699099749766931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/861699099749766931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-me-doctor-creator-psych-shits.html' title='Call me, Doctor.. Creator Psych.. shits..'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa300/davidluver33/cartoons/th_dinosaur23.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5135955849271631836</id><published>2009-03-02T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:10:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puan Lau pon baca blog saya</title><content type='html'>After watching Liverpool gets their second lost in PL, getting my ankle wounded, watching my mum cried in her room upon her big brother's death, watching Man Utd using their luck to lift the Carling Cup only by penalties, almost broke after buying a Jack Purcell for my good friend.. well now I think my bad luck month is over! It's already March and I loved every single thing that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Fawwaz after a long time missing talking to him, Ezmeer tak jadi pergi camping esok which means I don't have to miss him too, didn't screw up my oral, did experiments in Chemy and Physics which means I didn't have any sleepy times, and also the highlight of the day -- lightning day! :O Read everything about it in Nad's blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sau-dPN8XsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sOQMixLBszk/s1600-h/bangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sau-dPN8XsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sOQMixLBszk/s320/bangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308545995296759490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bangs :D&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/6152556935274053648-5135955849271631836?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5135955849271631836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5135955849271631836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5135955849271631836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5135955849271631836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/03/puan-lau-pon-baca-blog-saya.html' title='Puan Lau pon baca blog saya'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Sau-dPN8XsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sOQMixLBszk/s72-c/bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-1131511972665138002</id><published>2009-02-28T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:30:34.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so getting bangs</title><content type='html'>That's it, my hair is boring! Esok jumpa Calvin! Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, told you about me having a very bad week. Some things that adds to the list -- Liverpool having almost zero chance to win the title, almost failed Sejarah test, getting scolded by a bad mood mommy, hit my head somewhere and it's still hurting, had a fight with Nil, had PMS at school but fought through it, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I was entertained by this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3302847209_e64493e573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 268px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3302847209_e64493e573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss baby my first DSLR! Huuu. But it seems my bad luck interfered, I bought an old model instead of adding RM200 for a very good and new camera. Haih. Takpela. Bersyukur je la dgn apa yang ada kannn. Alhamdulillahh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-1131511972665138002?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/1131511972665138002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=1131511972665138002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1131511972665138002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/1131511972665138002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-getting-bangs.html' title='I&apos;m so getting bangs'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3302847209_e64493e573_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4137946656105158175</id><published>2009-02-21T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:14:22.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't believe in astrology</title><content type='html'>Sukan Day! I guess it was fun. But I didn't really enjoyed it like I did in 2005, 2006. Well masa tu zaman kegemilangan Kembara kot :D Haha this year we lost. It wasn't cool, but yeah I wasn't bothered by it. Saya masuk acara 4 kali pusing stadium. Nik laa asyik2 nak cari tempat teduh. It's not fun though with Fawwaz and Nik fighting :( So Wira won today. Presiden dia sukeee la tu. It's a good feeling looking at him happy... there's nothing personal there :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SZ-xMqBCHiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bk8TApeP7xY/s1600-h/S6304028-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SZ-xMqBCHiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bk8TApeP7xY/s320/S6304028-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305153717060902434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been through a bad week. Every year, there's always one whole week in late February that I had it bad. I don't believe in astrology or any feng shui shite but this is kinda destined :| I had the first fight with my best friend in Darjah 4, I was turned down by a guy in Form 3 -- which I still hold that feelings until now *sigh*, and some small stuff. Same here this week. But only some small stuff, nothing big. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good news I've heard for a while is that Ollala (Torres' fiancee) is pregnant! Wuuwee I'm so excited. Dunno how many months she've been pregnant because suddenly her stomach is already big in the recent pictures. Oh well, Fernando is gonna be a great father :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pic credit to Nil. Laju budak ni lari =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4137946656105158175?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4137946656105158175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4137946656105158175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4137946656105158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4137946656105158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-believe-in-astrology.html' title='i don&apos;t believe in astrology'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SZ-xMqBCHiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bk8TApeP7xY/s72-c/S6304028-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2684101912554210948</id><published>2009-02-19T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:11:51.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week in, week out</title><content type='html'>It has been a very. tiring. week. And the week still. doesn't. freakin. end. yet. Been busy at school. With the Hari Sukan coming this Saturday, I have to practice kawat for like everyday. Even weekends. Thank god I'm one of the seniors. We can choose to train or to join the baris for the sake of being there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu hari tu ade tarik tali and balapan shit. Dan saya suka-suki mahu jadi photographer. Penat jugak jadi photographer. Kena pusing-pusing padang. Pemenang tarik tali kategori Lelaki A - MENYAMPAHH! 'Kuning warna keemasan'. Podahhh. Anyway, masa tarik2 tali ni, ramai jugak yang injured gila babeng. The first aiders macam tak cukup orang. Unfortunately, I was wearing a St John Uniform. Duty calls, dangggg. Penat wehh berlari lari dan berlari lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks been piling up, especially Add Maths! Tadi ingatkan cikgu taknak check hw, so I slept reaaally early cause I was so tired. Esok tu cikgu check la pulak. Kena lecture haha. Sampai Cikgu Lau tulis kat whiteboard 'kena buat homework untuk cikgu yang akan marah saja'. Haha sarcasm strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all lah. Eh ex smartians di luar sana, looking forward to see you guys nanti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2684101912554210948?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2684101912554210948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2684101912554210948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2684101912554210948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2684101912554210948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/week.html' title='week in, week out'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-5201242333708845208</id><published>2009-02-14T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:25:39.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad videographer</title><content type='html'>Since my last two posts are pretty depressing, now let's go the bright side. Today is a schooling day. Tapi ada Karnival Agama something something, so tak belajar pon. Datang sekolah tak bawak beg pon haha. Tapi eloklah masa Valentine's ada karnival agama. Tak payah orang sebok-sebok meraikan hari kejatuhan tentera Islam di Cordova -- the day where Spain is no longer ruled by the Islamic empire. Torres could've been Muslim *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Cikgu Rosli suruh saya dan Nad jadi videographer for the activities. Nasyid, tilawah, hafazan sume sume tu la. I've never been a videographer before, so I'm not that good with videocams. So here are 3 stupid things I did today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first time I recorded, during the senaman aerobic shite. Dah habis record, pegi lahh borak dengan Suresh jap. Bising-bising bla bla bla. Tengok2 lupa nak tekan stop kat videocam. My argument with Suresh can be heard from the video looking through the legs of people =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First activity of the carnival that I recorded, syarahan agama. Pegi lahh record kat Dewan Kuliah. Sekali record, tak kuar gambar ape2. Gelappp je. Pegi lah complain kat Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayah : Nad, I record tak kuar ape2 pulak. Hitammm je.&lt;br /&gt;Nad : Eh, yeke? ... *bukak lens depan camera*&lt;br /&gt;Dayah : Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then, we went to record the hafazan thingy. Budak tu terer gila lahh. I don't know any ayat that they recite, but they rocked it. Saya pon record la. Cey smart gile ah video tu. Zoom2 kat ayat, focus kat ustad, budak tu, sume2 la. Sekali tekan stop, kuar kat screen, 'record'. Lupa tekan record rupenye tadi. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. A proof of how suck I am at videography. Better stick to still photos I guess =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-5201242333708845208?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/5201242333708845208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=5201242333708845208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5201242333708845208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/5201242333708845208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-videographer.html' title='a bad videographer'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-2947473058365365251</id><published>2009-02-13T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:44:16.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's.</title><content type='html'>The first and the last time he wishes me a happy Valentine's,&lt;br /&gt;I said 'I don't celebrate Valentine's'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-2947473058365365251?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/2947473058365365251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=2947473058365365251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2947473058365365251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/2947473058365365251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6021892381748940439</id><published>2009-02-11T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:42:47.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>How do you feel when you wasted 2 years of proving that you won't make the same mistake, when the person you wronged to still have no intention to even look at you anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like I'm lying each time I'm being true?&lt;br /&gt;Don't people get their second chances anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I tried to convince myself that I am hopeless, I end up having a slight of thin hopes.&lt;br /&gt;If faith will always go with hope, then I don't want this faith. Get rid of it. Faith is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6021892381748940439?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6021892381748940439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6021892381748940439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6021892381748940439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6021892381748940439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-3316763918205995920</id><published>2009-02-06T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:48:36.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the deal now huh, my feelings were never real.</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty good laughs today with Nad and our inside jokes. Encomendero dan barangay-barangay bersatu. Hahahaha sampai sakit perut kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today at school -- Nad kena siapkan those Wira thing by today. Cikgu Amran baru bagi the name list today and suruh finish it on that day =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi kesian Zaid kot. Presiden Wira yang diberi tugasan lewat oleh guru penasihat dan berusaha mendapatkan kebenaran keluar oleh Cikgu Saravana yang telah mengcopnya sebagai 'pelajar malas buat homework'. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were doin their stuff, tiba-tiba ada announcement, 'pelajar kelas 5SB, sila balik ke kelas sekarang'. Aiyok kan ustazah dah marah. So tinggallah presiden itu membuat kerja seorang diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only you know how real things were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the report for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYxa8u1Tv0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7rAlbEBH2xs/s1600-h/PICT0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYxa8u1Tv0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7rAlbEBH2xs/s320/PICT0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299710860918505282" 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;-- yes, this is very stupid. tak cukup space ahah =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-3316763918205995920?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/3316763918205995920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=3316763918205995920&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3316763918205995920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/3316763918205995920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-deal-now-huh-my-feelings-were.html' title='What&apos;s the deal now huh, my feelings were never real.'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYxa8u1Tv0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7rAlbEBH2xs/s72-c/PICT0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-6970949019406325279</id><published>2009-01-31T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:48:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh holidays</title><content type='html'>Date : 27th January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Venue : TC.&lt;br /&gt;Models : Nad, Nil, and some chick datin' with her bf (uncredited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6tAsfLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xKyHbyjBNK8/s1600-h/editsky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6tAsfLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xKyHbyjBNK8/s320/editsky2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297357871186214066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYQBJzC0_CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kVKVtuzuMC4/s1600-h/nilnad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYQBJzC0_CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kVKVtuzuMC4/s320/nilnad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297360329527065634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6YvkgrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CGCdj6xtVkE/s1600-h/editnil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6YvkgrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CGCdj6xtVkE/s320/editnil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297357865745679026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6jEZFSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gSfEEQl5wFQ/s1600-h/nad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6jEZFSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gSfEEQl5wFQ/s320/nad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297357868517365026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6QZhYtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Zzebb1hdm9Y/s1600-h/editnil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6QZhYtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Zzebb1hdm9Y/s320/editnil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297357863505715922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the quality. My camera stinks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;All pics are captured and edited by mua. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;..lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-6970949019406325279?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/6970949019406325279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=6970949019406325279&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6970949019406325279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/6970949019406325279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahh-holidays.html' title='Ahh holidays'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SYP-6tAsfLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xKyHbyjBNK8/s72-c/editsky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152556935274053648.post-4443957039510384157</id><published>2009-01-27T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:31:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year! Moooooo~</title><content type='html'>The Year Of Taufiq. Maybe there's good fortune if I stay friends with him. All I have to do is listen to his craps. Hahaha. KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is it with the privacy stuff? I click on some people's blog and it said that I can't read it &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Ah senang-senang baca saya punye blog, nak sorok dia punyeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was all buzz about the eclipse thing. So I waited yesterday. Left my window opened, and waited for it to get dark in the middle of the day. Sampai pukul 7 pon cerah lagi! It's sooo frustrating. I'm always up for phenomenons. But then that night, Syapik sms me and said he saw the eclipse and took a picture of it. Tak aciiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the only bad thing happened yesterday. I was doing some freakin Add Math and my sis was blabbing about what she's gonna wear for the Rihanna concert. Suddenly a strong wind pushed the door to shut. Kitorg buat bodoh je lah. Then, when my sis was about to get out of the room, she pulled the doorknob, but the door won't open. The freakin thing got stuck. I didn't believe her the first time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weh, takde kerja lain ke.&lt;/span&gt; Then she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh betul ni!&lt;/span&gt; After a few yellings, I believe her. So I have to call my dad which is downstairs, to help us get out. Then my dad bring his tools and knocked the knob off the door. So now, I got a new knob. A freakin orange knob that doesn't even go with my freakin beige door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did you hear fellow Twilight fans? Jane from the Volturi is going to be played by Dakota Fanning! Wuu I like that kiddo. Weird though, I always imagined Jane looked exactly like Dakota. Geez I'm pretty good at this imagining stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all lah. Homework bergunung ganang. Anyway, does your cat love to mess with your closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SX5xtKl09mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OnP2KS0PZ44/s1600-h/edlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SX5xtKl09mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OnP2KS0PZ44/s320/edlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295795232585348706" 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;It's sooo annoying! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152556935274053648-4443957039510384157?l=hidayahnazri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/feeds/4443957039510384157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152556935274053648&amp;postID=4443957039510384157&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4443957039510384157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152556935274053648/posts/default/4443957039510384157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidayahnazri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-moooooo.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year! Moooooo~'/><author><name>hidayahnazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05798550761676368537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/Saig0JakoSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fNuVxuZpp98/S220/rock-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHcc6t6r7Zk/SX5xtKl09mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OnP2KS0PZ44/s72-c/edlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
