<?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-832422034686256049</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:17:47.466-08:00</updated><category term='S'/><title type='text'>Zhana Zulkifli Lah Weh !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3351785933263356936</id><published>2011-11-18T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:21:04.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWITTER !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/294131_283773208311620_100000368296913_992423_183433473_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/294131_283773208311620_100000368296913_992423_183433473_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gambar hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dah lama dah tak update blog ni .bukan setakat bersawang ,berhabuk malah bertaik cicak segala .ok ,tu bunyi jijik sangat .alaa ,lagi pun era blogging ini pun dah semakin tenggelam .orang lebih peka dan concern dengan vlog si Mat Lutfi ,Najwa Latiff nyanyi dekat AIM dengan Greyson Chance ,isu marriage si Kim.K yang lasted less than Sara Jessica Parker face ,Fasha Sandha pakai dress bareback ala ala baju Jenifer Lopez ,heboh pasal peterporn ok yang itu dah lama ,pasal Lady Gaga is satan worshipper dan itu lagi so last year .but i took no glance at those .daripada i kecoh sana sini bercerita perihal orang yang tak pernah kenal siapa kita dan tak pernah tahu yang tentang kewujudan kita selama 23 tahun ini ,adalah baik kalau i bercerita pasal i dan umat sekeliling i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so far ,tak banyak pun yang berlaku kebelakangan ini .masih orang yang setia yang sama ,masih pengkhianat yang setia mengkhianat dan masih yang tertindas akibat sogokan pelbagai kisah dongeng dan tidak benar belaka .dan semenjak dua menjak ini ,i makin cuba menghindari diri daripada menghadap Facebook sepanjang masa ,masa tu dihabiskan dengan tengok wayang ,berkaroke dan Twitter .formspring ?apa formspring ?FORMSPRING ?no comment .dan sememangnya i lebih eksaited nak bercerita pasal Twitter hari ini .hehe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i mula ada Twitter like a years ago kot tapi tak bergiat aktif sebab time tu kan orang masih gila dengan Facebook dan tiada lagi kewujudan sistem yang diperbaharukan .yang mana sebelumnya ,segala privacy still remain private and not meant for stalking .time tu boleh kira dengan jari je la ,berapa orang jek manusia yang dikenali bertweeting .follow pun ,follow artis jek .follower tak payah cakap la ada berapa belas orang je dan sekarang pun tak banyak .tapi i tak kisah pun sebab sesungguhnya i menggunakan Twitter untuk mengetahui isu-isu luar dengan lebih pantas .yeah ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tapi sekarang ,dah lain fungsi Twitter .apa yang dapat i lihat adalah Twitter merupakan medan untuk kaki-kaki menganjing ,membahan orang yang tidak disukai .alaaa ,tak payah tipu kalau nak mengaku yang you semua tidak pernah membahan siapa-siapa kat situ .the best part is ,adalah seronok untuk membahan artis-artis yang agak-agak yang  kurang digemari .tak begitu wahai Twitter user ? .btw ,ada juga artis atau golongan ternama yang sudi untuk meng-reply tweet yang dihantar .bukan kah bagus begitu ?boleh merapatkan silaturrahim hahah .kalau nak jadi stalker tu ,cam tak best sangat la sebab Facebook lagi fasih hiks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jadi pada pendapat anda apa kegunaan sebenar Twitter ?logik dan wajar kah untuk dimiliki setiap insan macam ala ala kejelitaan adalah hak milik setiap insan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3351785933263356936?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3351785933263356936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3351785933263356936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3351785933263356936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3351785933263356936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/11/twitter.html' title='TWITTER !!!'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7496789559828576069</id><published>2011-08-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:58:55.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something borrowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/something-borrowed-movie-photo-14-450x265.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/something-borrowed-movie-photo-14-550x365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" pada saya kawan sampai akhir hayat dan cinta sehidup semati tak pernah ada .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;semuanya adalah pinjaman semata-mata" Zhana Zulkifli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;mintak maaf .sorry .vabandust&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;desole .desculpe .triste sebab tidak memberi respon yang diharapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i wanna ask a million ,if i could but i know i don't even have guts to do so .all i know is meratapi atas pemergian satu perasaan yang mana pada suatu masa dulu ,ia adalah suatu perasaan yang manis .you could say that you take a thousand ways to fix it back to normal ,but you know i double those to get rid of you .every night i end up thinking about all the time we had together .don't matter la ia yang bullshit atau baik baik .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;kadang-kadang hati ini ibaratnya seperti pensil warna ,bila ia semakin pendek dan menghilang maka tidak akan pernah complete ia sebagai Luna 36 batang pensil berwarna dan berjaya menghasilkan satu lukisan yang realistik dan bukan yang busuk-busuk .mungkin you boleh kata "just forget about it ,and bukak buku baru" don't you ever know what does it take to write a book ;experience ,characters ,storyline ,crisis  .if it the same old story ,why should i create a new one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;difikirkan , i rasa hidup ini tidak fair ,kenapa perlu di penghujung cerita i yang kecundang ?kenapa i tidak pernah berjaya menjadi heroine dalam fairytale i sendiri ?why ?tapi dengan rasa tidak fair itu boleh diguna pakai untuk dapatkan yang fair ke ?tidak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;pernah satu masa dulu ,respon  you ada lah satu kegilaan pada i .wujud satu perkataan rasanya mahu lompat ke langit .but now when i had one ,i feel like it was nothing ,it's empty .whatever your jokes is ,was my laugh , it was way back than .back in now ,it was just crap and rubbish .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i never attempt or try to build a wall between us but yourself forced me to do it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;remember this ,i never hate you but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i hate the lies people around you tell about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i hate the fact that you trust them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i hate when you accepting it with no doubt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;too bad when ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the day you decided to make it up back to me ,i decided to leave you for-forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7496789559828576069?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7496789559828576069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7496789559828576069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7496789559828576069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7496789559828576069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-borrowed.html' title='something borrowed'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5289847201750592986</id><published>2011-08-02T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:00:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLOLOLOLO PUPPY EYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I've got a heart for sale .It's a little worn, and torn, and pale .If it beats, then I'll make you a deal .I'll give it to you for free,If you can love it, carefully .And get, it away from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;sungguh indah ,sungguh nyaman udaranya petang itu .sambil menggenggam sedikit pada bahagian sisi skirt labuhnya  ,dia meneruskan perjalanan pada bibir air di pantai itu .daun pokok kelapa yang pastinya menyerikan suasana syurgawi itu melambai lambai dengan penuh gemalai .dia tersenyum ,senyum melihat indahnya syurgawi yang  didiaminya segenap usia walau di selang seli detik bekerja di perantauan tetapi tetap tempat ini dia cintai .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;di pasiran itu ,terlihat seorang kanak-kanak berusia lingkungan 5-7 tahun besama ibu bapanya berjamu selera dengan hidangan yang dibekal daripada rumah .satu persatu bekas makanan dikeluarkan daripada bakul yang diisi juadah itu .kelihatan pasangan suami isteri itu berbalas senyuman ,pada dia ,mereka pasti bahagia .si isterinya putih melepak ,pipi nya dioles dengan pemerah pipi dan bibirnya yang nipis itu dicalit gincu berwarna pink ,ya cantik sekali .si suaminya pula hanya ringkas berbaju t shirt putih kosong dan berseluar jeans lusuh ,rambutnya tidak panjang tidak pendek yang mana sesuai seadanya,ya tampan sekali .tatkala itu ,die merasa seperti  di pentas lakonan ,yang biasanya disogok dengan cerita baik-baik sahaja .hari ini terbukti ia bukan dongengan semata-mata ,ia benar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;pandangannya beralih pula pada seorang lelaki tidak jauh dari pandangannya ,yang seraya menggerakkan tangannya ke kiri serta ke kanan ,beserta girang yang dipamer melalui &lt;i&gt;puppy eyes&lt;/i&gt;-nya ,walaupun jauh ,padanya begitu dekat .girang itulah yang dilihatnya pertama kali sewaktu di dalam LRT menuju ke rumahnya di Setiawangsa .itulah yang dinamakan takdir ,mereka bertemu muka lagi di Kinokuniya selang berberapa hari selepas itu .jejaka itu juga yang tolong menahan pintu lif daripada tertutup sewaktu tangannya sarat dengan sepemeluk file file .jejaka itu jugalah orang yang bekerja dengannya di tempat yang sama yang memisahkan mereka hanyalah beberapa tembok konkrit .kekerapan waktu yang memisahkan mereka beralih daripada minggu kepada hari ,jam dan minit .bermula saat itu mereka semakin hampir ,di mana lelaki itu ,di situ la dia setia di sisi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;semakin rapat menghampiri ,lelaki itu tergelak kecil .gelaknya yang tidak pernah gagal menceriakan hatinya .dia pasti ,itulah yang terbaik .dia hanya membalas gelakan kecil itu dengan senyuman yang pada lelaki itu ,ia adalah satu satunya perbuatan yang berjaya membawa pergi segala awan hitam yang menyelubungi nya sewaktu tanpa dia .fahami lelaki itu bahawa seorang dia ialah  gadis yang berdiri di hadapannya harus disayangi ibarat esok sudah tiada lagi kerana gadis itu telah menjual sesuatu yang diberi secara percuma tetapi perlu sentiasa disayangi jika tidak mahu ia dijual kepada pembeli lain ,yang turut mahu untung yang pernah dirasai oleh lelaki itu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;begitulah hati yang boleh diberi percuma apabila degupannya bermula  ,cuma perlu dikasihi sepenuh hati dan dijaga berhati-hati .moga-moga hati itu tidak memerlukan pembeli kedua ,ketiga atau keempat untuk menyempurnakan tugasnya ,berdegup hanya pada yang betul betul tuannya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5289847201750592986?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5289847201750592986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5289847201750592986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5289847201750592986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5289847201750592986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/08/cerita-pendek.html' title='OLOLOLOLO PUPPY EYE'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2341189564740171287</id><published>2011-07-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:18:10.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRED BY ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DADUf85R6Ug/TiRqPI8VrpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/I8M8nfMv1Z0/s1600/tumblr_lo3yj6g7vP1qm0c6bo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DADUf85R6Ug/TiRqPI8VrpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/I8M8nfMv1Z0/s400/tumblr_lo3yj6g7vP1qm0c6bo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630742242451107474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;dalam dunia terdapat pelbagai contoh yang kita boleh kira sebagai sumber inspirasi yang bagus .ini termasuk lah inspirasi dari segi pembawakan diri ,sense of fashion ,tingkah laku ,cara belajar dan termasuk way of success .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ada orang memerlukan daya usaha yang tinggi untuk mengecapi kejayaan yang maksimum ,dan ada orang hanya memerlukan masa satu jam untuk meng-khatam kan semua yang patut .itu rezeki masing-masing .ada yang ber-sengkang mata siang dan malam tapi output yang diperolehi kadang-kadang zero .mungkin ada yang anggap ia adalah usaha yang tidak berbayar ,tapi mereka harus tahu usaha mereka berbayar kerana ia boleh dijadikan sebagai sumber inspirasi dan titik semangat mereka untuk hari mendatang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;segelintirnya pula orang meletakkan personaliti /artis /politician /pemimpin /ulama' sebagai sumber inspirasi mereka .Christina Perri boleh dijadikan sebagai contoh ,dia berjaya menapak dalam dunia seni atas dasar bermula daripada zero .poket nye tidak selalu penuh seperti rakan rakan sebaya dia tapi atas usaha yang berlipat kali ganda ,maka dia berada di mana dia sekarang .Lady Gaga pula sering dikritik atas sebab fashion nya yang kadang kadang melampaui batas .tapi siapa tahu kritikan itu yang dijadikan sebagai titik bangun dia .dia berjaya mengajak dan mengajar kita supaya cuba untuk menyayangi kita sebagaimana dilahirkan ,tak ada manusia yang dilahirkan sempurna tetapi tetap punya nilai cantiknye tersendiri ,lihat di mana duduknye Lady Gaga sekarang .Donald Trump pula yang femes sebagai ejen hartanah dan personaliti tv yang dijulang atas sebab kejayaannya .apa kah you fikir dia tidak pernah sekali pun tersungkur ?ya ,dia pernah .dia pernah berhutang sana sini dan hampir hampir muflis .tetapi usahanya tidak pernah putus ,kerana itulah dia masih gah berdiri dengan harta yang ber-billion .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;nothing is impossible ,tiada yang datang bergolek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;mungkin sedikit usaha dan sumber inspirasi dapat membantu .yang penting jangan berputus asa dan sesekali harus akur andai tersungkur di pertengahan jalan ,pasti ada cahaya kejayaan menunggu dengan penuh sabar di sana .kerana setiap usaha akan terbayar ,itulah janji-Nya kepada kita :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2341189564740171287?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DADUf85R6Ug/TiRqPI8VrpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/I8M8nfMv1Z0/s72-c/tumblr_lo3yj6g7vP1qm0c6bo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3983275947631318788</id><published>2011-07-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:18:12.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO WANT TO LOVE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;"I JUST WANNA BE THAT GIRL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn't always be pretty as it should be .there was a time when you feel like yelling into someone faces cause they keep put burden on you ,there was a time when you feel like crying when no one care about your feeling and what you've been through ,there was a time when you feel like packing to somewhere else where nobody know you and there was a time when you feel like holding a guy hand that make you feel safe when he told you not to worry about this and that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dreaming of being in someone else shoes which you can splurge all the money on shopping theraphy ,comfort yourself with buying expensive jewelery and having a luxurious day at 5 star hotel where you could be a princess even just for a day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my life ain't perfect like the others ?with good life ,supercool boyfriend ,awsome circle of people  ,high education ,beautiful in many  ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to me ,i always be that girl who sit at the lowest rank where nobody like me and saying yucks to every single things i did .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANNA BE THAT GIRL WHO EVERBODY LOVE TO BE WITH ,WHY CAN'T I ? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3983275947631318788?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3983275947631318788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3983275947631318788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3983275947631318788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3983275947631318788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-want-to-love-me.html' title='WHO WANT TO LOVE ME'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-373894883393228050</id><published>2011-07-03T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T03:14:01.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yap yapp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdOO9Grk4Go/ThBA04qVggI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Le-9JgkO-FU/s1600/P6260239.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdOO9Grk4Go/ThBA04qVggI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Le-9JgkO-FU/s400/P6260239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625067211893080578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;hendak mengatakan hidup i selalu perfect ,sememangnya tidak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hendak mengatakan luck selalu berpihak pada orang yang betul ,pun tidak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hendak mengatakan i suka hidup bersedarhana saja ,adalah mustahil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hendak mengatakan i berpuas hati dengan apa yang ada ,tidak pernah 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hendak mengatakan i bersedia memaafkan silam ,hampir setiap masa berdendam dengan masa lepas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hendak mengatakan i selalu dapat apa yang i nak ,semestinya salah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;apa lagi yang dicari ?apa lagi yang diingini ?masih tidak terjawab .mungkin i mahu kan satu kehidupan yang ibaratnya orang kata macam fairytale ala ala lagu taylor swift .kalau nak kata tidak logik pun tak boleh sebab ada orang yang berjaya kaut semuanya dari segi pelajaran ,kondisi family ,love life dan sebagainya .i berkata begitu atas dasar ada kawan-kawan i yang hidup dengan happy dalam gaya hidup yang diharapkan siang malam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;berdengki ?semestinya ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tetapi masih i tertanya kenapa ada orang yang mengingini untuk berada dalam kasut i ,walaupun dalam tempoh yang sekejap .mereka kata hidup i gembira ,dikelilingi dengan orang yang hebat .memang tak dinafikan ,tetapi apa yang mereka tak tahu is they don't what it take ,for me to stand tall and look at others undoubtly .kehidupan i selalu dirisaukan dengan perasaan ragu-ragu .adakah mereka akan masih setiasa bersama i ,andai pada suatu masa nanti i bukan lah diri i yang sekarang .sama ada mental atau fizikal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;menyebabkan kadang-kadang i terfikir mengapa masih ada orang yang stick bersama i walaupun ada certain orang yang memandang kehidupan i sebagai sesuatu yang remeh .mungkin keremehan itu lah yang membuatkan mereka sentiasa memahami i ,ataupun kami sebenarnya sedang berlayar di dalam sebuah boat yang sama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;apa yang kami harapkan adalah satu kehidupan yang bahagia buat hari mendatang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;apa-apa pun i just wanna tell them that i love them for staying with me in no matter what .cause i only got plenty of them and none others can offered me a better life much more than they gave me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-373894883393228050?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/373894883393228050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=373894883393228050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/373894883393228050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/373894883393228050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/07/yap-yapp.html' title='yap yapp'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdOO9Grk4Go/ThBA04qVggI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Le-9JgkO-FU/s72-c/P6260239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5012900059539616315</id><published>2011-06-17T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:29:25.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGAM MANUSIA PAYAH NAK STORY</title><content type='html'>Dalam dunia ni ade pelbagai ragam manusia ,ada yang selalu  tolong orang tapi mengharapkan balasan ,ada yang suka memecah belahkan orang untuk kepentingan diri ,ada yang melaga lagakan orang lain untuk rasa puas hati ,ada bestfriend yang sanggup rampas boyfriend kawan sendiri ,ada orang yang luaran nampak baik tapi mulut macam longkang ,ada yang memang asal outsider cuba nak campur tangan konon dapat meredakan keadaan ,ada yang jadi pengantara tapi tersepit dan tak tahu handle situation ,ada kawan yang sanggup tinggalkan kawan sebab percaya cerita dari orang yang baru dikenali ,ada manusia yang masih tak sedar yang dia diperguna-gunakan untuk kepentingan pihak lain dan ada yang suka menyebarkan fitnah sana sini untuk meraih simpati orang lain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain boleh cakap yang i ni daripada luaran memang tak boleh pakai ,kaki enjoy ,kaki nganjing ,kaki habiskan duit dan segala kaki negatif i punye .tapi dalam pejam celik diorang ada tak sedetik mereka terfikir orang yang berada dekat pada mereka yang memusnahkan diri diorang dan bukan yang berjarak 50 km .kalau lalu dekat jalan raya ,akan dapat amaran selekoh merbahaya di hadapan ,tetapi bagaimana dengan selekoh dan jalan merbahaya dalam hidup kita dapat di beri warning 15 minit awal sebelum semuanya terlambat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak menyalahkan andai kata ada orang sekeliling i ade tersilap langkah ,kita manusia tak boleh lari dari kesilapan ,juga kena ingat yang kita tak boleh lari dari membetulkan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasihat pada  you yang outsider pula ,boleh tak kalau tak campur tangan lebih lebih sangat if you do not know the whole situation ,you tried to build things back from the crumble one but you just don't know how exactly to make it right .if i were you ,i take a step backwards and think why the other party do not want to make it right .are they the one that need to be blame for ?are they on evil sided ?are they afraid of facing the truth ?or did the one that you trust all this while is a true liar ?think about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I berdiam diri selama ini ,bukan bermakna i salah tetapi i malas nak layan immature people yang fikir terlampau pendek yang hanya sekadar untuk melepaskan diri yang tersepit di jaring jaring masalah .i tak kisah berada di kalangan circle of friends yang kecik buat can be trusted dan tidak perlu orang yang ramai untuk back up bila half of your story is fake atau direka-reka .orang boleh cakap yang i pilih wrong person &lt;br /&gt;untuk berada dekat dengan i ,but i willing to take a risk cause it's my choice ,it's better to stick to your own bussiness daripada kau jadi nasi &lt;br /&gt;tambah dari periuk ke pinggan rezeki orang lain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada mata mata yang  menjeling pada i ,yang merasakan jijik nye diri seorang i ,i nak tanye did you hear the whole story ?do you ever tried finding the truth ?did you ever ask me wether i am that whore that they be bitching about ?should i believe the story i didn't see through the glass of my eyes ?think about it ,sebab i dah letih nak hadap expression muka setiap seorang each day .they just don't know bagaimana sukarnya menjadi seorang i .i cuba pegang cerita dan rahsia orang lain tida kira samada dia musuh atau kawan i sendiri .sebab i know certain cerita tak boleh senang senag dihebohkan serta dicanangkan di sana sini sebab kita tak tahu macam mana exception orang itu terhadap apa yang kita cuba sampaikan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly kepada si pemutar belit ,are you satisfied enough to see how miserable my life is ?and you berpuas hati ke bila you dapat segala apa yang i pernah ada while i'm nothing at this moment ?it is okay ,you can take all of them because i feel grateful enough to have what i have around me now ;friends and parents who still stand by me and truely know me from A to Z .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah kepada siapa siapa yang sedang bertepuk tangan tengok i jatuh tersungkur menyembah bumi ,but ini ke yang you mahu ?if yes ,then take it while you can ..well ,to be honest i'm still a fighter who is still fighthing for my own life ,while you just a loser who is laughing now on your phatetic ,liar ,betrayal that have in you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATION ,THIS AWARD IS FOR YOU "FRIEND"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5012900059539616315?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5012900059539616315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5012900059539616315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5012900059539616315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5012900059539616315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/06/ragam-manusia-payah-nak-story.html' title='RAGAM MANUSIA PAYAH NAK STORY'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7603071775972972756</id><published>2011-05-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:33:04.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa323/AvrilSpears/003_VintageColors_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa323/AvrilSpears/003_VintageColors_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;once we are good ,now we come to nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whose to be blamed ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang selalu cakap berbuat baik akan dibalas baik ,serta vice versa .andai kata ,kita berbuat baik tetapi dapat pulangan yang jahat-jahat je macam mana ?adakah kebaikan yang kita buat itu tak mencukupi untuk orang nampak ?ataupun Allah sengaja menguji kesabaran kita ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i selalu memaksa diri i untuk sentiasa berfikiran positif terhadap orang yang berada di sisi i tetapi kadang orang cakap nasib tak menyebelahi kite ,no luck omputeh cakap .but it's sokay life perlu diteruskan .mungkin next time i perlu mematangkan lagi pemikiran i ,tajamkan akal untuk dapat bezakan mana yang baik dan mana yang buruk .if ada orang yang berperangsaka .i akan anggap ia sebagai salah satu kelemahan yang wujud dalam diri i .mengalah pada masa untuk let time speak the truth pun satu langkah bijak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalau cakap berapi tak tentu pasal ,tapi apa pun tak ada ,tade guna juga .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lebih baik i berdiam diri ,dan stop being emo-ish .i might lost certain things by the mean time ,but i just keep on praying that i gotta have many good in return .i tak nak mengeruhkan keadaan ,menjadi seorang mangsa kejadian dan sebagainya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi ,biarlah i dengan hidup i dan you dengan hidup you .kalau jalan terbaik adalah being apart from each other ,i accept it with all my heart .but if you wanna comeback someday ,know that i'll always be here .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;noted that i still love you like i did yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONCE WE ARE TOGETHER ,FOREVER WE STAY TOGETHER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&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/832422034686256049-7603071775972972756?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7603071775972972756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7603071775972972756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7603071775972972756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7603071775972972756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/05/once-we-are-good-now-we-come-to-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7825339228365856501</id><published>2011-04-30T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T04:05:01.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR ,EMO-ISH FACEBOOKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.students.stedwards.edu/bsturdi/stick_figure_emotions_by_Tweekimus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.students.stedwards.edu/bsturdi/stick_figure_emotions_by_Tweekimus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a rough time for past few days .with tons of personal problem ,social life and such a sucker for final exam .i'm not the type of person who always lose my temper ,and blabbering on how stupid my life is .but i'm kinda piss of right now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about FACEBOOK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sometime facebook could be a right medium for you to tells other about your inner problem .but i guess there is certain things that way better if you could keep that to yourself .me ,myself sometime use Facebook in such a wrong way but SOMETIME not ALL THE TIME .do you know how bored am i to read all of your super-emoish thought(status) on Facebook ?it do bother and annoys me a lot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it don't count when you updated your status in about once in 3 hours but what about twice in an hour .you such a physcotic person who went nuts and obsessed about your own feeling .it much nicest if your emo-ish thing didn't bother much but it does .lets say ,if you feel bad about a specific  person ,please don't try to grab others to hate them too .it's kinda a primary school attitude when you start bad mouthing others just to feel good with your not-so good and terrible-self .go get a life ,dude .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think by posting these emo-ish thingy will ease the pain or solving the problem ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are totally wrong .and it could be worst ,when you acted like you are the nicest person ever been living on earth .let me tell you one thing ,you sucks .you love to have attention that you know you wouldn't for just being a normal person ,so you be an extraordinary person who shines in a wrong way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep telling others that they've been ignoring you ,they've been abandoned you ,they've been make a wrong choice ,they've been forgetting you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey emo-ish Facebooker ,please wake up and see the world around .it's not you the only onewho got crisis ,everybody are .but at least the other know ,they  still got real people to talk to ,instead of spending time on sobbing an crying over your pathetic journey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE DO NOTICE THIS ENTRY ,I WROTE THIS  IN A SPECIAL WAY FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND SINCE YOU ARE AN EXTRAORDINARY PERSON .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7825339228365856501?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7825339228365856501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7825339228365856501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7825339228365856501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7825339228365856501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-emo-ish-facebooker.html' title='DEAR ,EMO-ISH FACEBOOKER'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-810322927195290242</id><published>2011-04-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:45:58.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry i'm ok :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.essay.tv/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/letter-writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 533px;" src="http://www.essay.tv/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/letter-writing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;hai hari ini i nak ber-emo sikit .jadi i ambik keputusan untuk tulis surat untuk seseorang yang i rasa sampai bila-bila pun i tak berani nak  bagitau apa yang i rasa :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;dear orang yang i nak tulis surat ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;i nak cakap kita berkawan tak lama ,tapi tak tau lah kenapa bila i dekat dengan you tak semena-mena kita macam ada magnet yang ada polarity yang berbeza ,i mungkin kutub utara dan you kutub selatan dan vice versa .bila orang tanya macam-macam dekat i ,i cuba tepis pertanyaan mereka yang berbaur kontroversi membakar tu sebab i kenal sangat you macam mana ,you tak suka orang cerita macam-macam pasal kita .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;tak apa i faham ,tapi sampai bila ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;mungkin apa yang i rasa ,tak sama macam you rasa .ala tak macam peha kiri dicubit ,peha kanan terasa .tak salah kalau i cakap i yang perasan sorang-sorang .bila i pandang you ,i rasa tenang .i tak cakap you handsome ke apa ,tapi memang handsome pun .alamak ,malunya buat pengakuan macam ni .tak apa ,sebab readers i tak ramai dan siapa you pun diorang tak tahu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;pada i you tetap perfect ,walaupun orang sekeliling tak kata macam tu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;i cuma nak cakap ,andai suatu masa nanti i dah tade untuk you dan you tak ada untuk i .i berdoa semoga you hidup baik-baik sahaja ,dan i akan pastikan kawan-kawan i jaga you baik-baik .bila i perhatikan you ,gayanya you masih memerlukan seseorang untuk memastikan you berada pada right path .perlukan seseorang untuk cakap apa yang you buat tu salah ,apa yang you buat itu tak betul .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;sadly ,i mungkin bukan seseorang yang mampu nak jaga you .tak mengapa ,i tahu ada orang yang boleh .jadi jangan bimbang ye .i nak tengok you berjaya dan happy .andai kata tanpa i ,you rasa hidup you lengkap ,maka i akan cuba jadi invinsible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;tak mengapa ,jangan rasa guilty atau bimbang pasal i sebab i'm ok with it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s :i'm always by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-810322927195290242?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/810322927195290242/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2490732892198845870</id><published>2011-04-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:35:37.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grab sekarang :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PB9Fzi7B-BQ/TID87yMYqbI/AAAAAAAADrs/C8b6fyLkw20/s400/photography,decoration,pink,stars,wedding,wishes-e8935e9ba1dc7a25a9374539a2b02ea3_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PB9Fzi7B-BQ/TID87yMYqbI/AAAAAAAADrs/C8b6fyLkw20/s400/photography,decoration,pink,stars,wedding,wishes-e8935e9ba1dc7a25a9374539a2b02ea3_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;kalau nak diikutkan banyak benda dalam life i yang i nak tapi tak dapat grab .i tak pernah salahkan parents i or kawan-kawan i bila ada certain thing yang i'm dying to have tapi tak boleh sentuh within a reach pun .bukan semua yang kita harap akan menjadi ,bukan semua buah nona yang ditunggu berminggu untuk masak tidak menjadi rezeki para burung dan bukan salah siapa-siapa bila keinginan diri tak dapat dipenuhkan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;orang kaya ada segala yang diorang nak ; pandangan yang terlampau stereotype .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;kebanyakan orang kaya ,bukan semua tapi most of it anak-anak mereka akan kurang dapat perhatian dari ibu bapa .macam yang i kata ,kita takkan dapat semua yang baik-baik sahaja .bila wang dah melimpah ruah ,nisbah kasih sayang semakin kecil .ada je yang bahagia sampai nafas terakhir tapi tak ramai yang sempat ke garisan penamat ,semua semput-semput berlari anak kat bahu jalan .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak boleh nak kata lebih sebab sometime depends pada luck diri jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;orang yang alim bertutup litup selamat dunia akhirat ;pandangan yang terlampau stereotype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;i pernah ada seorang kawan yang datangnya jauh dari seberang ,sekali pandang macam baik .aurat dia dipelihara ,lengkap segala bagai .awalnya ,i yang banyak tolong dia sebab masa tu tak ada segumpal orang langsung nak berteguran dengan dia .i tak pernah mengharapkan balasan ,cuma tolong respect i .then ,tak semena-mena dia buat fitnah segala bagai pasal i and member2 i dekat orang lain .apa yang dia ceritakan ,hanya Allah yang tahu  .after that ,my life change 360 degree .hari-hari pergi class i tak ada mood ,pernah terfikir nak transfer tempat lain ,tapi tak sampai hati nak menyusahkan parents .bila lalu ,orang pandang pelik macam i buat salah .you tahu apa i rasa masa tu ?loser gila .tapi tak pe ,i dengan member sabar je sebab orang yang betul in the end tetap aku jadi winner ,and it prove me right .i malas nak cerita panjang berjela ,cukup i kata orang yang pulaukan kitaorang menyesal dan sedar buruknya perangai perempuan itu .i tak berdendam dengan dia ,i cuma harap dia tak sesat pulang ke pangkal jalan dan i dah  maafkan dia walaupun dia tak pernah say sorry ,tapi perbuatan dia akan i ingat sampai bila-bila .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;luaran tak sepertinya menggambarkan keperibadian .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;sebab itu lah bila kita berkehendakkan yang positif ,tak mungkin dia datang dalam pakej positif dan positif ,maybe ada pakej positif dan negatif .mungkin negatif datang dahulu ,di-follow oleh positif .banyak possibilities ,nak predict memang tak dapat .life terlampau banyak unexpected tragedy .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin hari ini i bersama si A ,dan esok lusa kami bergaduh dan i bertemu B .mungkin hari ini i dan you bergaduh ,esok lusa kita makan besar di satu meja .mungkin orang yang you anggap musuh turn up saudara jauh kita .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;begitu lah ,tak mungkin cara hidup yang kita pilih akan tetap jadi pilihan .jangan menangis dan kecewa bila ,ada time-nya kita yang akan dipilih oleh pilihan .kita harap supaya jalan pertama yang kita plan akan menjadi tapi tak semenanya jalan kedua yang bawa kita bahagia .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terimalah seadanya :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2490732892198845870?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2490732892198845870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2490732892198845870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2490732892198845870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2490732892198845870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/04/grab-sekarang.html' title='grab sekarang :)'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PB9Fzi7B-BQ/TID87yMYqbI/AAAAAAAADrs/C8b6fyLkw20/s72-c/photography,decoration,pink,stars,wedding,wishes-e8935e9ba1dc7a25a9374539a2b02ea3_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5460948126688002587</id><published>2011-04-13T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:14:21.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thought :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designzzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Be_Happy_by_Alephunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.designzzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Be_Happy_by_Alephunky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have you ever having a thought of letting someone to be happy tho if it means not for you ?&lt;br /&gt;probably , the hardest thing to do for certain people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin would say you are the sweetest person ever to do such a noble things ,Sherry will appreciate all those sacrifices by giving you Tiffany &amp;amp;co jewelery and a treat at TGI Friday while your love one will say "i love you to death" symbolize as his love will never die and only for you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how many people will say yes for the sake of other happiness and vice versa for theirs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was me ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be the reason why everytime i walkaway ,i'm trying hardest to tell myself that ,it is the best thing i can do to make it right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope if it was you&lt;br /&gt;you will say "you can count on me" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because that is all i need from you to convince me i'm right and you are the rightest person who deserve to be with me for the rest of my life .i'm giving you my hope and dream as a appreciation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be enough ,dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5460948126688002587?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-4968918892230279326</id><published>2011-04-06T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:43:07.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indah bila ia satu surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/OHIO/22909%7ELife-Is-Made-Of-Choices-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/OHIO/22909%7ELife-Is-Made-Of-Choices-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pernah  tidak bila awak semua medongak ke langit dan nampak kapal terbang meluncur dengan lajunya di langit biru ,terdetik siapa yang ada kat dalam tu .saya ada cakap pada kawan-kawan saya ,bagaimana kalau dalam tu ada Mariah Carey .macam lawak kan ?tapi tak lawak pun sebenarnya ,orang kata life kita ni unexpected .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan setiap kali saya nampak kelasi kapal di pelabuhan ,seorang taukeh di kedai makan ,lelaki berkemeja segak memandu Mercedes ,seorang bapa bawa anak bermain-main di taman permainan membuatkan saya terfikir .mereka semua ini saya kenal ke ?kita pernah berselisih bahu di mana-mana ke ?kita pernah berborak di dalam tren ke ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sangat unexpected .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidupini terlalu indah dan complicated untuk dijangkakan .andai kita tahu apa yang berlaku pada keesokan harinya masihkan kita nak gelak ketawa macam hari ini ?atau mungkin kita sedang menangis di sudut bilik mengenangkan malangnya masa depan seorang saya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sangat unexpected .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kerana itu saya tak berani nak predict future saya ,saya lebih rela menjadikannya sebagai satu surprise bermakna buat seorang saya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-4968918892230279326?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4968918892230279326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=4968918892230279326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4968918892230279326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-b0b6M10tc/TZg35hai6vI/AAAAAAAAAe8/kQN7A84x5zA/s1600/lllllll.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll find someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Don't forget me," I begged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "I'll remember," you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But sometimes it hurts instead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after listening to "Someone Likes You" by Adele ,it got me thinking about us ,about the universe .we tend to find something that exactly the same ,as what we have before .never attempt to try something new ,something more fun cause sticking to one thing would be the priority .but ,wasn't it hurt to find a replacement that consist everything your past lover had ?you might remember how he use to chew his food while blinking his/her eyes ,his/her talkies that too fast even you can't catch up what he/she trying to tell you ,the way he/she comb his/her hair backward in front of the mirror before going out on date ,the stupid joke that making you laugh till midnight ,the way she/he smile that only you got the meaning the other side of it  and a pair of piercing  eyes tho it's not blue but never fail to shine only for you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably forgetting someone who mean so much to us ,could be the hardest thing to handle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i might still fall in love with the guy i love a year ago ,while  in love with the guy i'm about to fall about past 2 month ago .but it just doesn't mean a thing when you are the only one ,working your ass off to build things up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is ,i just can't hear what my heart try to speak about ,i'm confuse .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5596968348844580905?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5596968348844580905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5596968348844580905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5596968348844580905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5596968348844580905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish-nothing-but-best-for-youu.html' title='i wish nothing but the best  for youu'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-10228436078032000</id><published>2011-03-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:09:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tctechcrunch.files.wordpress.com/postsecret6061805.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://tctechcrunch.files.wordpress.com/postsecret6061805.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wondering about how we use to eat at the same table ,laughing at stupid and lame jokes ,drive in the middle of the night for the sake among us ,wearing stupid-ly 3D glasses watching animation together ,had a supper together tho just a sip of ice tea ,trying to escape from people we know tho we know we can't .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people call it a sweet escape .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no more sweetness ,as you throw all our happiness into darkness .you think that i'm a slut ,and trust every single words that "they" tell you .you never care to ask me whether it's true or vice versa .all the bitchy thingy you ate it up like the wind blow through your hair ,smooth as a silk but sharp as a knife .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm a true liar when i say "i don't care" instead it kill me to the core ,torn my heart into a million reflection .every reflection showed how stupid am i for doing nothing at the first place .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why can't we just be like the old day ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that bitch won't stop bitching and try her hardest to ruin everything and to my disappointment you  swallow it with pride without chewing first . &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-10228436078032000?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1588322039960760974</id><published>2011-03-13T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:40:16.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how to make it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FtJXhWnFl8/TXkM3Ns22pI/AAAAAAAAOXU/M6DxTZBurpQ/s1600/snowsand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FtJXhWnFl8/TXkM3Ns22pI/AAAAAAAAOXU/M6DxTZBurpQ/s1600/snowsand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSXLcRkMDQs/TXyP_5Y6TSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ypw8Yz7DgFc/s1600/DSC_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dah lama tak update blog ,bukan apa .busy je memanjang ,well student kan .lepas quiz ,ada test lepas tu test 1 lepas tuh ada quiz balik lepas tu submint assignment lepas tu test 2 dan tiba-tiba pappp final exam .lepas tuh practical ,lepas tuh habis belajar ,lepas tuh kerja lepas tu pappp kahwin .ok ,tak nak cakap pasal kahwin sebab bimbang till today tade calon T_T .aaaaaa ,acane acane ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ,tak nak cakap pasal kawhin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnye hari ni nak story pasal jangan meletak harapan yang terlampau tinggi terhadap certain perkara .siap dah pecahkan dalam beberapa point lagi ha ,macam buat nota last minute nak test hahahaah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)kalau orang yang bercinta ,orang cakap jangan terlalu sayang sebab nanti dah putus kecewa tak ingat dunia ,Mydin pun untung je sebab sorang datang beli sedozen kotak tisu ,tu baru tisu cap Mydin kalau tisu cap Premier lagi banyak untung ihihih .masa tuh banyak simptom ke-hodohan akan berlaku .nak bagi contoh macam mata jadi sebesar bola pingpong ,jerawat sana sini segala tempat nak menonjolkan diri ,baju berkedut macam masa trend baju kurung sutera dubai itu dan kerja nak emo je dengan orang sekeliling yang confirm tak bersalah sebesar kuman langsung .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)kalau berkawan orang kata jangan terlalu rapat sampai baju pun share sama-sama .segala mende nak share la sampai tade privacy langsung .maybe ada lah sorang dua yang boleh kite betul-betul rapat ,yang Paris Hilton state-kan sebagai BFF itewwww .dan ada yang lucky enough dapat circle of friend yang tak hipokrit langsung dan setia manjang .tu pun ,satu dalam sejuta .bila dah terlampau rapat ,problem sekecik biji sawi pun boleh jadi sebesar Pavillion .tapi i bersyukur sekarang bila i dapat circle of friend yang did not act as friend only but more than that .they are my second family ,thanks &lt;3 .   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)orang kata kalau cantek ,jangan terlampau obsess dengan nikmat itu .tak perlu lah ,you nak post kat Facebook cakap you la orang paling cantek ,dan orang sekeliling you semua nya hodoh .bagi i cantik adalah berbeza dari sudut perspektif yang berbeza-beza .ada orang cakap Megan Fox tuh cantek gila ,ada orang tergilakan Lisa Surihani .ada orang cakap Josh Harnett itu adalah bulan dan bintang mereka dan orang kata Zahiril Adzim adalah yang terbaik .bagi orang yang berpasangan pulak ,bagi mereka pasangan mereka adalah yang paling cantik dan comel yang pernah diorang jumpa .datanglah orang macam muka Amanda Seyfried ke Jessica Biel ,Jessica Simpson ,Jennifer Garner or Jennifer Lopez ,Sazzy Falak ,Fazura ,Nas Tee ,Zahiril Adzim ,Ed Westwick .ok dah penat nak tulis sume .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; itu jelah kot nak tulis ,tiba-tiba rasa moody ,BYE !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1588322039960760974?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1588322039960760974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1588322039960760974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1588322039960760974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1588322039960760974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-how-to-make-it-right.html' title='i don&apos;t know how to make it right'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FtJXhWnFl8/TXkM3Ns22pI/AAAAAAAAOXU/M6DxTZBurpQ/s72-c/snowsand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1422467104082038425</id><published>2011-02-13T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:41:21.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://olivejeuce.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 304px;" src="http://olivejeuce.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/postsecret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqahFdbv7Ok/S-VxnfMOiNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zwtAywoSk2I/s1600/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqahFdbv7Ok/S-VxnfMOiNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zwtAywoSk2I/s1600/postsecret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;melihat orang datang dan pergi dalam fasa hidup kita bukan satu yang senang ,bukan satu yang mudah .ia bukan sesenang ,mengoyak kulit pisang .bukan semudah membuka tin susu pekat .bukan kacang gila ,macam lukis orang lidi .ia ibarat menyuruh seorang yang mewarna kartun Winnie The Pooh tapi terconteng keluar garisan untuk melukis sebuah potret Monalisa Smile dan seperti menyuruh orang yang tak reti potong sayur dalam bentuk dadu untuk memasak macam Jamie Oliver .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalaulah memori boleh dipadam seperti api disembur dengan fire extinguisher ,esok juga 1000 botol akan di-order .malangnya bukan macam tuh ,memori akan terpadam dengan sendirinya bila mata dipejam rapat untuk bebas di alam lain .andai ,segala tempat yang pernah dinikmati sama-sama boleh dipupuskan dengan satu tiupan ,maka 1 juta tiupan akan ditiup .malangnya tidak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak guna memaksa untuk melupakan janji semalam kerana sekali berjanji ,selamanya akan terpahat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now  ,tell me how can i make it through ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1422467104082038425?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1422467104082038425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1422467104082038425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1422467104082038425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1422467104082038425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/02/free-me.html' title='FREE ME'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqahFdbv7Ok/S-VxnfMOiNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zwtAywoSk2I/s72-c/postsecret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-8865464423775064629</id><published>2011-02-12T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:42:28.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my galaxy .should i give up ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 268px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC00935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 250px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/76339_1633860960123_1044659730_31716327_7221976_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 615px;" src="http://l27.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-ash2/75886_1633861320132_1044659730_31716330_8249496_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 615px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/76385_1633861160128_1044659730_31716329_5189400_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 615px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/155154_1633861080126_1044659730_31716328_1744409_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 584px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC00872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: sorry due to low picture quality .blogspot did reducing the pixel and picture quality and compressed them to small sizes *sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i used to capture someone else life ,dressing them up ,put a dolly make up on them .my mission is just to make them feel happy about themselves .i'm able to catch the moment which they think they can't make it through but i say yes you can .i told them to grab it as passion ,hug it as their love and make it alive as the air they breathe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it come to my satisfaction ,when they say it was awesome ,pretty and amazing .maybe there is here and there saying it's just another amateur un-professional work .but i say it's alright cause it's my passion and i didn't give a damn to any negative thought .i just keep on going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on and on till one day ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that i lost all of them and it fall to the last place on my list .i stuck in a body that blocking my way to my dream ,my star and my moon .the entire galaxy went dark and swallowing all the joyful i had planted well in myself for about 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is i always loves high fashion and photography but it begin to fade each day .i don't know what happened actually ,all i know is i don't know how to start all over  again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ,i should leave them forever .should i ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: make up ,editting ,picture all done by me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-8865464423775064629?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1224759392030393388</id><published>2011-01-27T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:29:43.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOGLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pernah tak you all buat sesuatu perkara yang memalukan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ,tak ada lah memalukan sangat sebenarnya ,nak confess yang i pernah meng-google nama i sendiri atas faktor sangat bosan di dalam kelas ,elehh macam lah you all tak pernah buatkan ,saja tak nak mengaku kan hihiih .mana tak boring nya ,lecturer kat UTeM ni favorite color diorang adalah warna merah ,maka wajib tulis atas whiteboard guna marker merah dan wajib tulis penuh satu whiteboard .lepas tuh ,slide pulak macam kelip-kelip malu gitu nak mengeluarkan imej yang elok-elok -..- .maka ,mata i pun akan terkebil-kebil .maka mengantuk .maka berjalan keluar dari kelas ,maka duduk kat bangku depan toilet ,maka ter-google la nama sendiri hehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam ni lah nak dijadikan cerita .bila nak dapat result yang memberangsangkan bila google nama adalah jangan sesekali meng-google nama sebenar sebab confirm keluar "search not found" .kena lah google nama gleme walaupun tak gleme mana ,perasan je lebih hahaha ,engat artis ber-kontroversi ke ?haha .bila search bahagian web ,maka keluar lah segala bentuk account i yang wujud online macam facebook yang confirm result dia atas sekali ,formspring ,blogspot ,flickr ,lookbook ,myspace yang dah berhabuk dekat setahun tak menjenguk ihihhi .ok ,itu tak pe .masih dah paras normal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk lebih mencabar ,"images" result di-klik .dan keluar lah segala gambar pelik i ,ok i mengaku i suka upload gambar pelik sebab konon nampak cool padahal lame gila T_T .lepas tuh click next page pulak,maka keluar lah gambar pelik-pelik seperti di bawah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFSd2w3g7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7AIQj1hQS4g/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFSd2w3g7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7AIQj1hQS4g/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566821287276807090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFSd2w3g7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7AIQj1hQS4g/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;lepas tuh scroll down lagi :&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFTEoWgPjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ei9ulaRaM4c/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFTEoWgPjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Ei9ulaRaM4c/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566821953423031858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;lepas tuh jeng-jeng hahahah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFTimODsgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QHE2yNsrddM/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFTimODsgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QHE2yNsrddM/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566822468246811138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;tiba-tiba banyak keluar gambar yang ada cop sensasi selebriti ahhaha .lepas tuh ada gambar Abby Abadi ,Lisa Surihani ,Susan Boyle ,Asyley Tisdale ,Paris Hilton ,Mawi .apakah sebenarnya kami bersaudara tanpa disedari ?ahahha .ok ,lepas tuh keluar Mahirah Nashidi ,Thailis Humprey ,Mary Warldorf ,Nazrey Kaiji ,Cik Wanie dan kenapa tiba-tiba mereka ada ,ok masih boleh diterima sebab kami kawan sekelas hahah .muncul pula Sharifah Aini ,Siti Nurhaliza ,Kareena Kapoor ,Dafi dan Awie pun ada babe ,gua rock yeay yeay .eh eh silap itu Amuk dan kenapa Amuk tak muncul T_T .muncul pulak gambar Aliff Aziz kissing ngan perempuan ber-bulu tangan lebat kat club pun k .eyeww~ geli-geli je i tengok ihihih .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;dan dan keluar juga gambar ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/pix/2009/0806/Kosmo/Dunia/du_11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/pix/2009/0806/Kosmo/Dunia/du_11.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dan siapa ini ?SIAPA INI ?IDENTITI TAK DIKENAL PASTI AHHAHA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;dan paling tak boleh diterima kenapa gambar ini muncul ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jawaban.com/news/userfile/Gay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keluar gambar ini yang ber-caption gay .ok terus insaf tak nak google nama sendiri la T_T ,nanti keluar lagi gambar yang lagi pelik ,takut-takut -..-' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1224759392030393388?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1224759392030393388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1224759392030393388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1224759392030393388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1224759392030393388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/01/google.html' title='GOOGLE'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TUFSd2w3g7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7AIQj1hQS4g/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-425699602983091716</id><published>2011-01-20T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:08:13.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAHWIN MUDA DAN PILIHAN HATI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beberapa hari yang lepas ,i mendapat satu message dalam inbox dekat Facebook mintak alamat i tinggal sekarang .it was from my former schoolmate ,she's getting married this February with the love of her life .lepas tuh i yang sangat lame ini tak pernah ingat alamat dekat Melaka ,maka terpaksa meng-gondam mana-mana file yang patut .finally ,jumpa okay tapi bukan dengan hasil titik peluh i tetapi melalui bertanya kepada orang .senang kan ?teknologi di hujung jari hihi -..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ,hari ini bukan nak bercakap pasal alamat hostel dekat Melaka tetapi nak bercakap pasal kahwin muda .bagi you all ,best ke kahwin muda ?if tanya i ,i akan cakap tak best sebab tak dapat enjoy to the fullest lah kan ,kononnya .tapi bila bukak FB kawan-kawan yang dah berada dalam alam perkahwinan terus rasa ,ala seronoknya ,ala bahagianya ,ala sweetnya .mana tak best ,mana tak sweetnya kalau setiap seorang mesti nak upload gambar bersama suami tercinta di London ,Paris dan segala bagai yang tempat nya hari-hari i bermimpi di siang hari nak pergi T_T .lepas tuh ,lagi nampak macam happy family bila ada gambar mereka-mereka berpelukan dengan baby comel mereka ,ok tak suka baby tapi nampak macam bahagia yang teramat sangat kan .wuuuuu T_T .eh kenapa emo tiba-tiba ?hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tuh kan ,bila dekat tengok dekat Youtube wedding of the year anak-anak Dato' ,artis-artis yang meletup kononnya itu terus rasa nak juga guna background lagu Taylor Swift time kahwin nanti .lepas tuh ,berangan nak pakai Vera Wang punye gaun serta kasut Jimmy Choo yang berkaca ala-ala si Cinderella ,yang confirm tak mampu nak tanggung kecuali lah kahwin dengan mana-mana anak orang kaya ,hmmm .lepas tuh ,nak flower girl yang comel-comel itu dengan kuceng-kuceng yang oh my god bulu kembang macam karpet itu iring i time kahwin ,ihihihi .berangan kan ?ye tuh jewwww yang mampu -_-' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tuh ,sebab macam tak sabar sangatkan ,pegi lari-lari dekat mak tanya soalan macam ini "bila kak long nak kahwin eh ,kak ngah lambat lagi nak kahwin ,sebab masih muda" hihihhi .tak pun ,"mak ,kak long ni tak nak kahwin lagi ke ?dia kan dah tua" .ok ,pertanyaan kedua itu agak lame ,ini semua sebab excited tengok asyik-asyik jiran kahwin ,sedara kahwin ,sahabat handai kahwin hahaha .lepas tuh mak bagi ayat yang paling brutal macam ini "KAK NGAH LAH KAHWIN DULU " .eeeee ,terus rasa nak emo sebab calon tak de ,boyfriend pun tade ,scandal pun tade .terus rasa nak pergi emo-emo kat bantal ulat warna-warni ,tapi terlupa pula yang bantal ulat itu ada dekat Melaka T_T .lepas tu ,belajar pun tak habis lagi ,nanti grad umur dah 25 pastuh dah berangan nak kumpul harta dulu ,beli rumah ,shopping merata-rata dan pergi travel .habis-habis awal pun umur dah 30 baru boleh kahwin ,isk tuanyewwwww~ .tu pun paling awal ,kalau 35 macam mana ,ok tak nak ok .hiihihih -..-'&lt;br /&gt;lepas tuh kan mengada pulak kan demand-demand nak yang macam ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_aM_ysb_Ayig/TCN7TbYsrNI/AAAAAAAAASY/czzjvq-Ukc8/s320/l_56f0444467f54526ab84904582b611e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aM_ysb_Ayig/TCN7TbYsrNI/AAAAAAAAASY/czzjvq-Ukc8/s320/l_56f0444467f54526ab84904582b611e7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zahiril Adzim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tak pun yang ini :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWiluu4mobo/TTG7d2IxiqI/AAAAAAAACxQ/GhqIB5VIkJ4/s320/nas-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWiluu4mobo/TTG7d2IxiqI/AAAAAAAACxQ/GhqIB5VIkJ4/s320/nas-t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tak pun yang ini ,tapi confirm dapat tentangan hebat dan kencaman ganas dari orang-orang kampung :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K16VXLt--bA/TQPfey7lWQI/AAAAAAAAC24/kyLC05D9jsM/s1600/vino_g_bastian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 454px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K16VXLt--bA/TQPfey7lWQI/AAAAAAAAC24/kyLC05D9jsM/s1600/vino_g_bastian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vino g bastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dan lastly si cool ini ,yang sememangnya takkan ada di sekeliling i ,hihihiih :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Premiere+Sisterhood+Traveling+Pants+2+Inside+EgnD9B2x3rll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 475px;" src="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Premiere+Sisterhood+Traveling+Pants+2+Inside+EgnD9B2x3rll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed westwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ok ,dah habis dah gambar-gambar .malas lah nak google lagi gambar-gambar mereka ini .nanti rasa nak emo ihihihi .lagipun ini hanyalah mimpi di siang hari lah kan .sebenarnya dah terjumpa sorang dekat area sini , yang ada ciri-ciri lelaki impian di atas ,tapi dia sombong la ,isk T_T .jadi terpaksa ,menanti dengan sabar sebab dengar kata dia pun demand ,suka orang macam ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adriana-lima.com.ar/pictures/adriana-lima4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 395px;" src="http://www.adriana-lima.com.ar/pictures/adriana-lima4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adrianna lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang ini pun boleh :( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/2/20652/26_2007/MeganFox_Gregg_14454647_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 355px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/2/20652/26_2007/MeganFox_Gregg_14454647_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan.........mungkin juga yang ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/images/paper/hmetro20080608-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/images/paper/hmetro20080608-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa Surihani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;i pun tak sure kenapa wajib ada perasaan mahu-meletak-gambar-orang-tidak-digemari oleh i .ok ,i bukan tak suka apa ,just a lil bit tak suka cara berlakon dia yang agak stiff itu ,tetapi dijulang-dijulang macam hebat sangatt .dan menjadi suatu pertanyaan yang agak sering dalam fikiran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,KENAPA MESTI RAMAI LELAKI ,YANG MENGAKU DAN MAHUKAN GIRLFRIEND SEPERTI LISA SURIHANI ?BUKAN SEMUA TAPI ALMOST LAH KAN &lt;/span&gt;.i curious hmm +_+ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ,dah lah sampai sini je lah sebab tadi tengah google gambar-gambar .tiba-tiba terserempak dengan gambar ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entertainment.ofwnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Ed-Westwick-and-Jessica-Szohr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://entertainment.ofwnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Ed-Westwick-and-Jessica-Szohr2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok ,bye !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-425699602983091716?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/425699602983091716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=425699602983091716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/425699602983091716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/425699602983091716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/01/kahwin-muda-dan-pilihan-hati.html' title='KAHWIN MUDA DAN PILIHAN HATI'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aM_ysb_Ayig/TCN7TbYsrNI/AAAAAAAAASY/czzjvq-Ukc8/s72-c/l_56f0444467f54526ab84904582b611e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7193086374690003945</id><published>2011-01-10T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T05:37:36.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY BYEE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1388.snc4/164036_1693080440573_1044659730_31843841_375820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1388.snc4/164036_1693080440573_1044659730_31843841_375820_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ambil kau ,gambar besar guni beras cap pisang .tahu ,tak cute pun tapi omel-omelkan ?macam orang ekskimo zjkaskdskhk !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai nama saya ,zhana zulkifli walaupun itu bukan nama yang tercatit dalam IC tapi itulah nama femes i ,ok padahal tak glamour pun oke -..- dan kenapa sekarang mesti jadi trend letak mata kemek ,hidung kembang ,mata berair ,dahi berpeluh semua itu ?haha .tak faham eh ?ok .i tunjuk .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TSsIpTRTmzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oWUNsGr1dYg/s1600/Untitled%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TSsIpTRTmzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oWUNsGr1dYg/s200/Untitled%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560547670559529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tak rasa annoying ke ?i rasa annoying sangat-sangat ,i selalu marah adik i sebab buat simbol macam ni ,tapi last-last i yang ter-over guna .dah lah paling banyak gune yang no 1 ,isk malu lah sebab minat yang macam oink oink itu haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok skip ke part lain ,sem ni dah nak berazam nak kurangkan sikit aktiviti bersosial ,orang kata anti-sosial tapi azam tu macam daripada tahun lepas sebenarnya dan sampai sekarang tak tertunai .hey ,you sosial ke zhana ?tak pun sebenarnya ,saja je mengaku bapak segala sosial sebab orang kata bersosial ni nampak cool ,orang yang kata bukan i yang kata .lagipun orang yang bersosial biasanya mesti lah HOT ,eh HOT ke ?ok ,tak HOT pun haha T_T .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi nak cakap eh ?oh the reason why i dah lama tak update blog yang berlapuk kulat ni sebab ,sebab ,sebab rasa macam malas nak update .bukan busy tapi tade mood sebab dah tahu bila update tak ada orang baca ,bila refresh banyak kali dan still "0" comments ,pastuh terus ambik bantal peluk ulat warna warni dan pekup muka dan rasa loser .haha ,okay menangis kat bucu bantal lagi omel omel gitu hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi eh nak cakap ?apa lagi eh nak cakap ?ada orang tanya i masih single ke ?yeah ,i masih single dan available ,okay bukan nak promote tapi just nak bagitahu ,okay byeeee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7193086374690003945?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7193086374690003945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7193086374690003945&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7193086374690003945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7193086374690003945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2011/01/okay-byee.html' title='OKAY BYEE !'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TSsIpTRTmzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oWUNsGr1dYg/s72-c/Untitled%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-4613227695596794096</id><published>2010-12-22T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:46:31.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARP KNIFE OF A SHORT LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;orang kata kehidupan kita dekat atas dunia ini ,terlampau indah untuk dilupakan .macam-macam yang kita dapat belajar daripada kehidupan dekat atas dunia ini ,ada yang positif dan ada negatif .lepas kita dah tutup mata dan say goodbye to dunia ,kita tahu kita tak akan sekali lagi dapat jejak atas bumi ,yang dah banyak musnah ni .lapisan ozon yang dah makin menipis ,eh eh tiba-tiba masuk Sains pulak kan haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;nak dijadikan  cerita macam ni lah ,sebagai orang yang masih lagi berjalan atas permukaan bumi ,memandu kereta dekat highway ,terbang di awan biru ke negara orang ,berlayar di laut menjadi lanun ,kite mesti dan harus dan wajib untuk bersyukur sebab masih punya oksigen dan kemampuan untuk bernafas .sesekali jangan bazirkan peluang keemasan dan keizinan daripada-Nya untuk terus meng-explore dunia yang tiada batasan tapi janganlah macam over sangat atau sampai lupa asal-usul dan lupa pada siapa kita datang dan pada siapa kita kembali .kalau ada duit yang lebih-lebih tu ,cubalah buat kebajikan sikit .tak mampu nak menderma sampai ke Haiti ,apa kata sisa makanan yang lebih tu bagilah makan dekat kucing-kucing terbiar ke ,bagi sedikit wang dekat orang-orang yang meminta sedekah dekat mana-mana .ini tak ,bila nampak kucing duk meow meow dekat kaki ,lagi nak sepak perut kucing tuh sampai berdarah dan setakat 1 ringgit atau 2 ringgit pun takkan nak berkira .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;beli rokok berkarton-karton dan belanja boyfriend/girlfriend ke sana ke mari tak apa pulak kan ? .isk ,kan dah ter-emo .i kalau bab-bab kucing memang cepat emo hhihi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;orang juga selalu kata ,orang yang dah pergi ni akan still tinggalkan unfinished bisnes diorang .unfinish bisnes ni tak semestinya perniagaan yang ber-trilion .segala hutang pituang hendaklah disettlekan ,segala janji-janji semasa hidup lagi sekurang-kurangnya cubalah ditunaikan bagi yang masih hidup sempurna dekat dunia ini .ini tak ,lepas jek seseorang meninggal terus nak bincang pasal harta pusaka ,siapa yang dapat jet peribadi ,siapa yang dapat pulau peranginan itu ,siapa yang dapat uruskan syarikat yang bermillion dollar ,siapa yang dapat semua barang kemas Tiffany&amp;amp;Co yang diusung ke hulu ke hilir menguruskan hal dunia atau mungkin juga akhirat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;lagi kasihan bila ,kematian seseorang tak diambil peduli oleh siapa-siapa .orang yang ada pertalian darah dengan si mati pun buat-buat macam "eh eh ,kami tak kenal si mati" .ingatlah buruk mana pun layanan orang itu masa hayat dia ,dia tetap darah daging kita .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bagi orang yang nak kejar cita-cita tuh ,kejarlah besungguh-sungguh .bagi yang berazam nak kahwin dalam masa terdekat ,plan well perbelanjaan untuk better future family .bagi yang masih duduk dalam kepompong ,belajarlah untuk cuba mengenal dunia .bagi yang masih menanti tanpa pasti ,teruskan hidup and try-lah untuk moving foward. .bagi yang berputus asa dan tersungkur di pertengahan cerita ,bangkitlah semula untuk happy ending .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lastly ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO WASTE FOR ,THE WORLD IS TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR THE EYES TO SHUT OFF .IF WE DIE TOMORROW ,WILL ANYONE STILL MISS US ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4613227695596794096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4613227695596794096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/12/sharp-knife-of-short-life.html' title='SHARP KNIFE OF A SHORT LIFE'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6057298837888667965</id><published>2010-12-17T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:43:53.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sea.inmagine.com/400nwm/ojoimages/oj140/pe0069941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://sea.inmagine.com/400nwm/ojoimages/oj140/pe0069941.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perasan ke tak ,everytime we went pass a young couple ,we couldn't help but notice their shiny face .it was red ,definitely not lust but honesty .orang kata ,di awal-awal percintaan ,masing-masing zero pasal cinta .orang kata tiada pengalaman .dapat tahu macam mana nak confess feeling pun lepas tengok cerita Love Happen ataupun lepas tengok Syurga Cinta sebab masa kecik-kecik parents pun tak bagi tengok cerita orang putih ,banyak cencored katanya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa tuh ,mereka tak kisah apa diorang nak jadi besar nanti .sebab kalau masa kecik orang tanye bila besar nak jadi apa ,jawapan dia mesti doktor ,saintis dan cikgu .tak ada ,pun yang listkan nak jadi seorang yang jobless ,simpan hasrat nak kahwin dengan anak dato' ,nak jadi penyanyi yang jual muka daripada bakat ,nak punya sugardaddy atau jadi anak ikan .so ,bila tulis nak jadi doktor ,mindset terus terima as someday mereka akan betul-betul jadi doktor ,sebab semangat tu dah tanam dari mula-mula lagi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sekarang bila ada boyfriend ,mesti parents sibuk tanya dia tuh belajar ke kerja .habis-habis koman mesti ada diploma ,for sure la sebab sekarang perempuan demand over-over pun .pakai make up pun tak nak pakai jenama yang low-low ,wajib pakai Bobbi Brown ,MAC ,Anna Sui ,Estee Lauder .dah tak nak main make up yang diorang pakai time belajar dulu yang boleh dapat dengan harga berpatutan dan ada discount dekat Watson .berlagaknya .tak cukup dengan itu handbag mesti nak ada ciri-ciri sophisticated(konon) ,baju pakai semua nak ada sentuhan Karl Lagerfeld .dah lah ,i bukan buat-buat cerita ,konon lah ada perempuan cakap diorang tak material .i 100% tak setuju ,because i'm a girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan salah parents ,bila ada yang dah tak sabar-sabar nak kahwin tapi tak direstui oleh ibu bapa .si anak kata ,tak apa mereka hidup tak berharta pun ,as long as cinta antara mereka tetap ada .tak dapat nak sangkal ,ada yang berjaya hidup dengan cinta .bagaimana pula dengan 79% yang tersungkur ,kepada mak ayah juga mereka kembali .kepada si ibu yang menyediakan sarapan pagi dengan air tangannya ,kepada si ibu yang basuh berak busuk dulu ,kepada si ibu yang separa nyawa kesakitan ketika melahirkan si anak ,kepada si ayah yang berhempas pulas mencari rezeki untuk sara perbelanjaan sekolah ,kepada si ayah yang sanggup dari utara ke selatan dan timur ke barat untuk bawa anak raih kejayaan .cuba fikir ,i pun tahu i bukan anak yang baik .but sometime it got me thinking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam apa jua perkara ,restu ibu bapa adalah prioriti .&lt;br /&gt;jika hitam maka hitam lah dia .jangan jadikan ia putih ,semua atas ketentuan hati kita yang masih mentah dan masih lagi cuba mengenal dunia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih ,mak dan ayah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6057298837888667965?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6057298837888667965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6057298837888667965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6057298837888667965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6057298837888667965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/12/parents.html' title='PARENTS'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7125668258509242314</id><published>2010-12-11T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:53:18.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING HAPPENED FOR A REASON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://soundwaves.usgs.gov/2001/08/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 461px;" src="http://soundwaves.usgs.gov/2001/08/collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;kalau hidup boleh disusun atur dalam bentuk collages dan make it reality ,it will be no "life thriller" .&lt;br /&gt;else ,it's gonna be another sad-boring ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila dalam keadaan yang sedih dan tertekan ,i suka klasifikasikan hidup i sebagai jatuh dalam kategori kritikal ,maybe juga hanging by a thread .bila dalam keadaan gembira ,i menggambarkan i sebagai Oprah Winfrey yang mampu terbang ke sana ke mari dengan jet peribadi yang wrote my name in capital letters ,boleh support pembelian laptop untuk satu sekolah dan memberikan satu kotak istimewa berupa kunci Benz kepada yang memerlukan .begitu fabolous hidup seorang "I" ,orang putih kata seperti floating on a cloud 9 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak payah nak bandingkan diri dengan orang lain ,just tengok member rapat atau tak je dah cukup .ada yang boleh pergi ke kelas naik Mini Cooper ,shopping dekat Big Apple City dengan meng-swipe-kan kan credit card di Butik Chanel atau juga mungkin pergi ke kelas dengan gaya Upper East Side ,inspired by Blair Woldourf  .if tengok cerita Gossip Girl ,banyak sok sek sok sek yang kata cerita tak tuh tak logic ,because mostly they got every inch they aim for .but ,i think it is so true .bagi orang yang selalu Google pasal incident-incident yang pelik kat luar negara it will be yes to this .antaranya pasal this guy yang kehilangan "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thatsweird.net/news47.shtml"&gt;entire of his face&lt;/a&gt;" sebab some sort of tumor ,but lucky him they finally find a cure that may ease a lil bit .siapa pernah sangka jejaka-tua-tapi-masih-kacak yang sekarang ada anak yang bernama Suri yang begitu fashinonista sekali iaitu Tom Cruise mempunyai satu baris nama sebenar yang panjang ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thomas Cruise Mapother                                            IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidup ini sangat upredictable ,semua ditentukan-Nya .tapi tak boleh lah nak give up awal-awal dan terus bagi alasan tawakal je la ,come on dude .it's a lame excuses for the loser .memang hidup kita semua telah lama diatur kronologinya sebelum kita lahir lagi ,ada hikmahnya perjalanan hidup kita tidak boleh dibaca dari sisir selirat urat pada tapak tangan ,pada tarrot card atau juga tidak ada dijual dalam bentuk biografi yang dapat dibeli di Borders ,Kinokuniya atau MPH sekalipun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let say ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kita tahu apa yang bakal berlaku esok ,apakah i atau pun you akan  still rajin pergi berpenat lelah ke kelas serta berkerja berhabisan untuk cari duit sara makan pakai ,knowing that you end up in a tiny house,no big happy family and jobless with no future ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kita tahu apa yang bakal berlaku esok ,apakah i atau pun you akan  still setia pada yang satu dan still love them like you did yesterday ,knowing that they left you tomorrow untuk sesuatu yang mereka fikir the best thing that ever been theirs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kita tahu apa yang bakal berlaku esok ,apakah i atau pun you akan still tersenyum knowing that we will die tomorrow at 2.34 pm ?it's creepy right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES ,IT IS .THINK ABOUT IT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7125668258509242314?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7125668258509242314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7125668258509242314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7125668258509242314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7125668258509242314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything-happened-for-reason.html' title='EVERYTHING HAPPENED FOR A REASON'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-64475825844333248</id><published>2010-12-06T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:31:42.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ZHANA ZULKIFLI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello what up y'all .okey ,fine !macam ghetto sangat tau .whatsoever la ,i nak bagitahu sekarang i tengah loser sorang-sorang dalam bilik ,since my sister pergi makan-makan dengan boyfriend dan girlfriend dia kat pandai ,well it is his birthday today dan hadiah yang adik i bagi macam gedik gila padahal tak gedik mana pun tapi biar la nak cakap jugak gedik ahhah .sebab rasa boring sangat ,tiba-tiba semalam masa nak deactivate FB ,ye memang habit i time cuti i deactivate sebab i'm bored with FB sebab kat Malacca like 24/7 ngadap FB ,told you i'm such a sucker and loser LOL .then before deactivate akan popup orang yang miss kita bile kita deactivate FB .nak dijadikan cerita nama you terpampang dekat situ .then ,i was like is it real ?is it true ?i know the name were picked randomly but why you ?there still hundreds of people in the friend list .then ,terus nak buat list ni sebab tiba-tiba ada perasaan emo terbit .emo terbit ?hhaha .whatever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list ini sangat special buat guys/gilrs luar sana yang pernah tolak i mentah-mentah or tinggalkan  kan i sebab nak together dengan orang yang you think much better than me or tak nak geng dengan i :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)i tak pernah keluar makan sorang-sorang dan i rela i tak makan daripada pergi kedai makan sorang-sorang .&lt;br /&gt;2)i takkan beli tiket wayang yang mana i kena beratur sorang-sorang ,at least one person mesti teman i .&lt;br /&gt;3)dalam wayang ,i takkan pegang popcorn i sendiri ,walaupun ia adalah popcorn i ,i tetap takkan pegang .sadly ,there was 2-3 times recently i kena hold sendiri T_T&lt;br /&gt;4)i sangat cemerkap ,tau tak cemerkap tuh apa ?die macam tak boleh pegang banyak barang sebab possible barang yang dipegang i untuk jatuh berderai adal 89% .tanya la Blackberry i berapa kali muka dia menyembah bumi dan berderai-derai hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;5)i tak boleh dengar orang bernafas kuat-kuat ,tak kira la laki ke perempuan ke ,memang i tak boleh .terus rasa nak emo .&lt;br /&gt;6)please jangan kunyah makanan kuat-kuat ,macam annoying kut bunyinya .right ?bagi perempuan pula ,macam tak manis kan ?&lt;br /&gt;7)sangat sensitif terhadap bunyi ,bunyi vibrate h/p pun i boleh terjaga kalau tido .dan once ,i pernah terjaga dari tidur bila roomate i just nak pusingkan kedudukan tido dia ,i terus buka mata .hihihi .if time sekolah ,mak i jauh lagi nak sampai bilik i kejut bangun ,tapi i'm already up:)&lt;br /&gt;8)ini adalah daripada sumber BFF i .die cakap bila i tido ,i akan berada dalam position yang sama till pagi esok .&lt;br /&gt;9)i pantang orang alih kan barang-barang i or pinjam barang i dan tak letakkan ia ke position asal .&lt;br /&gt;10)i selalu delete wall post dan recent activity i dekat FB sebab i tak suka ,certain things yang i post akan appear dekat wall orang lain .&lt;br /&gt;11)i adalah seorang gamer yang tersangat Gamer .i main videogame ,gameboy ,psp ,playstation 1-3 dan Xbox 360 .but ,i tak suka main game pc ehhehe .if pusat game dekat mall tuh ,confirm i dah sentuh semua hahha .ade sekali dekat Midvalley punye pameran game Metal Gear Solid yang entah siri berapa i lupa ,ada sediakan tempat untuk test main .guess what ,i sorang je perempuan in a crowd hehe .&lt;br /&gt;12)terlalu gilakan fashion ,masa i sekolah rendah i ada satu diari yang i sketch baju-baju yang i design .tak silap i ,masa tu i darjah 2 :) dan i gunakan selendang yang i guna untuk bawak pergi kelas mengaji Quran dijadikan baju using safety pins dan brooch untuk stick them all together .&lt;br /&gt;13)i started wearing heels masa i darjah 1 dan i still remeber that it was gold in color .&lt;br /&gt;14)penyanyi melayu yang paling i minat adalah Ziana Zain dan Ella .dulu time petang-petang ,i akan pakai heels i dan nyanyi dekat beranda rumah .ibu bapa i adalah pendengar setia .terima kasih ,mak ayah :)&lt;br /&gt;15)i geli sangat dekat belalang  .i rasa ia macam sort of karma .sebab before that i suka tangkap belalang and kupu-kupu dan kurung dia dalam aquarium ikan .after ,ada seekor belalang kunyit ,yang you all sedia tahu ia adalah besar ,hinggap atas mulut i .since then ,memang i tak boleh tengok belalang .dan satu lagi cicak ,if ada cicak dalam toilet memang i takkan masuk dan cari cicak bila masuk tolilet adalah suatu kemestian .&lt;br /&gt;16)time duduk hostel kat sekolah dulu ,badan i agak kurus walaupun tak kerempeng .ini sebab ,i takkan makan lauk selain ayam .orang yang duduk hostel mesti tahu kan ,menu tengahari yang ada ayam hanyalah hari rabu ,sabtu dan ahad dan petang pula hanya hari isnin .now ,you all tahu macam mana i boleh kurus time tu kan ?hihihih .&lt;br /&gt;17)ayam merah adalah favorite i dan i takkan makan atau minum makanan yang manis-manis .masam dan masin adalah favorite i .gulai daging pun i tak makan kecuali gulai daging orang kahwin ,i pun tak tahu kenapa dan air sirap tawar dan sejuk time kenduri pun adalah favorite i .tapi air yang memang sehari tak sah kalau i tak minum adalah teh ais .macam orang tua kan ?isk .biarlah .&lt;br /&gt;18)kalau beli biskut jacob ,biasanya i opt yang high fibre dan tawar yang orang selalu cakap biskut orang sakit tu ehhehe .&lt;br /&gt;19)time i tunggu nak dapat tawaran degree ,i ada apply kerja yang tak berkaitan langsung dengan course i time diploma which is web designer ,graphic designer ,interior designer ,journalist and kursus pendek kemahiran menjahit .pelik kan ?i pun pelik hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;20)tak suka tengok lelaki yang terlalu kemas dan rambut yang terlalu pendek dan use too much hair gel .i like the messy one and less hair gel untuk elak  sticky dan nampak keras bila hair gel terlampau banyak .&lt;br /&gt;21)orang cakap i demand bila time nak pilih boyfriend dan nak yang handsome je .instead i rather go with cool attitude and macam muka sek-sek jahat sikit hahah .dan trust me ,look always fall to second place .lagipun , i'm afraid yang diorang tak boleh keep up dengan perangai i :(&lt;br /&gt;22)i suka sesuatu yang lain daripada orang lain ,tak kira lah dari segi warna or whatsoever .dan mismatched color baju dan shawl dan handbag dan shoe adalah i hahah .&lt;br /&gt;23)universal listener ,yang mana i boleh dengar segala bentuk lagu .orang-orang yang rapat dengan i akan tahu macam mana taste i in music .&lt;br /&gt;24)tahu bermain keyboard sikit-sikit untuk 3-4 buah lagu .dan tak pernah dapat formal lesson ,i belajar guna Youtube dan atas keyboard tuh i dah conteng dengan tab lagu ahha .&lt;br /&gt;25)bau small tree eh eh ke little tree ,yang mana-mana je lah .favorite smell is mango dan kiwi+strawberry .&lt;br /&gt;26)pernah hantar lukisan karton i yang kononnya ala-ala anime ke Gempak since i was pembaca setia Gempak dulu .adalah dalam 2-3 kotak majalah tuh ,siap langgan lagi you heheh .lepas tuh beralih ke Seventeen terus stop sebab rasa macam dah besar .&lt;br /&gt;27)movie favorite i yang dah kali ke berapa i tengok pun dan tak boleh kira adalah Armageddon ,Pearl Harbor ,A Walk To Remember ,Titanic ,Devil Wears Prada dan juga Confession of A Shopaholic .&lt;br /&gt;28)My huge celebrity crush only this two Nas T dan juga Ed Westwick .yummmmyyy~&lt;br /&gt;29)tak pernah jadi penunggang motor dan juga takut jadi pembonceng yang duduk belakang itu .last sekali i naik adalah time i darjah 4 which rightly after my father jual motor besar dia dan sekali lagi masa bulan 7 tahun lepas lepas tuh dah tak naik-naik dah hehe .kawan i pun ketawa bila tengok i naik motor sebab dia cakap nampak kelakar .apakah ?(=_=)&lt;br /&gt;30)i'm such a sucker for football .i langsung tak ambil tahu dan tak tahu apa-apa pasal bola .&lt;br /&gt;31)pernah jadi seorang pemain bola baling dan terus bertukar  warna jadi macam udang kena bakar .terus buat keputusan tak nak dah main bola baling ahahah .&lt;br /&gt;32)pernah langgar Mercedez dan tahap takut dan ketar tak yah cakap since owner kereta itu adalah owner tempat jual kereta :( .nasib baik tak ada apa-apa kete dia dan dia cakap tak payah bayar apa-apa since dia kesian sebab i student ,Alhamdulillah .&lt;br /&gt;33)pernah menjadi Celcom user before Maxis .sebab tukar number adalah kerana nak nombor comel dengan Ex-Bf  dan masa itu Ex Bf pula sangat comel ,ada piercing dekat telinga hahah.apa ?apa ?hahaha .dan number Maxis itu i pakai sampai sekarang .conclusionnya ,i pernah pakai 2 number sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34)selalu hampir-hampir nak fail subjek BI dari darjah 1-5 dan selalu dapat C dan D untuk Math dan Geo dari form 1-3 .nasib baik jek PMR dapat B .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35)UPSR dapat 5A ,PMR dapat 7A 2B dan SPM 4A 5B 2C .pointer sekarang ?TAK NAK CAKAP HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34)i tak boleh sejuk dan terhidu asap rokok sebab nanti i batuk .dan i tak boleh panas sangat sebab nanti kulit i jadi merah-merah .isk ,mengadanya you Zhana .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36)last sekali nak bagitahu masih ada orang yang panggil i ADIK till today .manja kan ?manja kan ?ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;banyak sangat lah i nak list ,nanti lah sambung .and if salah satu ciri di atas terdapat dalam kritirea gf ,bagi orang yang pernah reject i dan tak nak geng dengan i,it's totally upset for me .kerana tak ada reason kenapa you all boleh tolak i .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s:tak jadi DEACTIVATE FACEBOOK ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-64475825844333248?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/64475825844333248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=64475825844333248&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/64475825844333248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/64475825844333248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-you-should-know-about-zhana.html' title='THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ZHANA ZULKIFLI'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7749321676385120605</id><published>2010-11-29T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:20:13.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC04784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 209px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC04784.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how do we need to respond when everything doesn't feel rights ?when the walls are crumbled down and fall apart ? .Then how about when you tried to fix back your smudging mascara after crying the whole day ,you put a drop of make up remover on a cotton face as if it working easily as the promoter said .but it come to your disappointment ,after you use nearly a bottle of them ,the smudge still can be seen here and there on your cheeks .you feel ugly and wanna cry again and just laying on your bed till your mom wakes you up with a glass of milk in her hand .or else you take a pill to relief the pain in your chest without knowing it almost bring you to a dark side .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what if one day ,you notice that your conversation on that sofa wasn't the way it use to before ,filled with laughter and joy .you think it all because someone had replace the couch sheet with the new one that  got stripy black and white on it instead the one  with a flowery English pattern .you know it from the first time you sit on it ,the flower one attracts you to buy it .but now ,you feel like wanna throw that sofa away as if you never like it and never attempt to own it before .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what if one day ,you had notice that the movies series you watch since you were kids has no reason to be watched anymore .you are no longer like about how the actress tie her hair to the campus ,didn't like the way she matched her shoe with her striking color handbag and you didn't like the way she was talking  to the football captain while strolling pass down the school hall .back way then ,she used to be your idol .you told your mom to buy a handbag that is exactly like she's been carrying around through the whole season ,forcing your mom to tie your hair just like her with the same hairpin so the boy you admire the most will take a twice look at you and you use to act on how she talks while hang around with her girlfriends .now ,as if you had forgotten all of them and totally embarrass on how you desire to be a lot like her in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what if one day ,you notice that you quickly shift to the other tracks right after your favorite track starts to play .you might think ,it seems out of date and lot of people didn't sing to that song anymore .how about your memories buried underneath it ?you made it as"our song" after your first love ask you for a movie  then straightly takes  you to the most romantic candle light dinner .you whisper in your heart that it was the time of your life .you feel like both of you are meant to be together and deciding with all your heart that he is the love of your life .the tracks are kept on running like a hundred times but none of you even dare to say a word on how boring that song sounds .now ,you deleted it from your play list because the melody is dead and got a zero soul .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what if one day ,you notice that the reason above has nothing to do with what you feel right now .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGE &lt;/span&gt;is the keywords .for that reason you realize that you don't have enough strength to holding on it tightly  anymore .you  understand that you didn't have a minute just to sit and stare  at a blank future .all you had left to do in this empty thought just to sit there crying for the whole things that had been gone out  and and slipping through you finger just like a water running down your body when the shower is on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7749321676385120605?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7749321676385120605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7749321676385120605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7749321676385120605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7749321676385120605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-how-do-we-need-to-respond-when.html' title=''/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1250271673728298419</id><published>2010-11-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:36:24.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear ,broken hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviemobsters.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/dear-john-5-2-10-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.moviemobsters.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/dear-john-5-2-10-kc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suggesting you to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i496.photobucket.com/albums/rr325/misato13/FLM60018The-Notebook-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Where does the love go?I don't know .When it's all said and done .How could I  be losing you forever?After all the time we spent together .I have to  know why I had to lose you .Now you've just become .Like everything  ,I'll never find again at the bottom of the ocean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apa guna sebenarnya lirik lagu kat atas ni ?adakah bertujuan untuk di-copy paste dan diguna pakai sebagai wall post ter-latest dekat Facebook ,45% adalah ya dan 55% adalah tidak .hari ini ,mari kita bercerita pasal hati dan perasaan .i tak kisah samaada you adalah golongan straight ,bisexual ,homosexual or whatsoever la ,apa yang penting ia ada relation dengan hati dan berperasaan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila sebut pasal hati dan perasaan ,first thing yang akan muncul dalam kepala adalah bagaimanakah perasaan apabila you all dilamun cinta ,apa tah lagi first love ;makan tak lalu ,mandi tak basah .bagaimanakah pula cara untuk menangani masalah ketika mengalami heart broken .yang mana pada stage itu ,berlaku macam-macam perkara di luar jangkaan seperti yang gemuk jadi kurus ,yang pem-bising jadi pendiam dan vice versa .apa pula  jenis kekecewaan atau bentuk berlakunya perpisahan ?antaranya apabila muncul orang ketiga empat atau lima ,ditinggalkan tanpa sebab munasabah ,hubungan tidak direstui oleh keluarga dan masalah darjat kekayaan sesetengah manusia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tak nak dikatakan sebagai bias bila orang perempuan cakap biasanya perempuan yang akan bersedih lama dan take time untuk melupakan Ex diorang dan lelaki pula kata bahawa lelaki lah orang yang paling susah untuk melupakan Ex dia dan kebiasaannya mereka melepaskan Ex mereka untuk kebaikan perempuan tersebut ,chewahhh ! bagi i kedua-keduanya salah sebab setiap manusia mempunyai kadar emotional yang berbeza sebab ada perempuan yang ter-emo lebih dan kadang -kadang lelaki ter-emo lebih pun ada dan lelaki yang menangis bukan lah bermakna dia seorang yang suka dengar lagu Imran Ajmain atau Daniel Bendiengfield but menunjukkan mereka begitu sedih sebab well you know lah kan ,lelaki kan terkenal dengan sifat gagah perkasa ahhah .btw ,ini bukan Emo kid yang i maksudkan yang pakai celak tebal dan rambut depan panjang yang di-rebonding dan disisir ketepi .orang yang beruban satu kepala pun ada masanya nak ber-emo juga .tolong jangan menimbulkan diskriminasi ya  ,harap faham .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang yang terlampau bahagia pun tak boleh lah kita nak cakap "no hal la ,mereka akan bahagia sampai bila " .i bagi contohlah you all tengok lah pasangan-pasangan Hollywood yang used-to-be-happily-ever-after ;Tom Cruise &amp;amp; Nicole Kidman ,Jennifer Anniston &amp;amp; Brad Pitt ,Charlie Sheen &amp;amp; Denise Richard dan ramai lagi .apa perkaitan dan persamaan mereka ?kesemua mereka adalah sangat bahagia pada awalnya sebagaimana yang selalu digembar-gemburkan tabloid dan in the end ,they filed for divorce dan ambik haluan masing-masing and remarried dan bahagia .ini lah yang selalu kita dengar sebagai fate atau ketentuan-Nya .juga kita tahu diorang ni semuanya millionaire ,sebut saja apa yang diorang tak ada ,memang 89% nikmat dunia diorang ada ,tapi segala duit tu dapat ke digunakan untuk membeli 3% peratus kasih sayang ?mungkin ya dan mungkin tidak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana pula bila ade rasa KEHILANGAN ?hilang bukan bermaksud macam bila hilang pemadam time tadika sebab kawan sebelah curi sebab bau pemadam best macam bau strawberry tapi lebih kepada macam lubang atau kekosongan dalam hati atau lebih senang you all bayangkan yang masa bercinta hati you adalah sebuah bilik yang dihiasi dengan perabot-perabot mahal ,gambar-gambar bahagia ,wallpaper tema corak bunga-bunga English dan ada lampu disko yang bulat dan warna warni itu .dan bila break je ,ibarat macam ada geng-geng ah long datang angkut semua perabot-perabot dalam tuh keluar sebagai ganti kepada hutang yang tak dibayar .lebih kurang macam tu lah dan please lepas ni jangan bila dah bercinta pergi X ray pulak tengok ada ke tak katil Queen size kan dalam tuh .isk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu lagi ,tak yah lah kita nak selalu merungut kenapa kita ditinggalkan .dan ya i admit ,yang kita selalu nak tahu apa reason sebenar kita ditinggalkan dan diperlekehkan macam kain buruk yang berguna time nak lap kotoran je lepas tuh dibiarkan melepek busuk kat dalam baldi sebab the fact is ,it is  useless and nothing good in return .so why bother much ?.to be honest ,i pernah rasa jugak ,dan you know what ,in the end i found out myself .at first i keep asking ,why does he leave me atau senang kata macam lirik kat atas tadi .then , selang beberapa bulan lepas tu i dapat tahu ,yang dia sebenarnya tak pernah suka i lebih dari seorang kawan dan i boleh conclude yang semasa dia bersama i ,hati dia tak ada pada i tetapi lebih kepada perempuan lain .dan ada orang yang cakap i dah get over him ,in fact i never get over him .at the same time  i'm faking myself that i'm happy and do look that i move on  ,i know it's bad but i have too .kita kena tunjuk yang kita kuat dan bukan nya seorang yang terlalu lembik dan senang kene pijak .and trust me ,if we are fate to be together then one of us need to leave for some reason ,they might be back someday ,and nak cakap jugak yang ini inspired by cerita The Notebook haha .and yeah ,i believe in fate :) .call me old school or whatever ,i'm still hold on to it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi dalam bercinta dan berkasih sayang jangan lah kita terlalu memberi dan terlalu menerima .kadang-kadang bersederhana tu lah yang jadi terbaik sekali .kalau tak suka berterus terang ,kalau tak mahu cakap face to face walaupun sekarang teknologi dah jadi kawan baik manusia tapi i rasa if nak break up tuh baik cakap depan-depan hahah ,ni tak bagitau ikut message la ,on the phone la macam yang famous yang kita tahu tu Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas ahha dan jangan terkezutt eh macam Azwan Ali pulak ,haha if one day ada orang break up guna wall post and comments kat Facebook jek .tak tahu malu betul ,nak suruh satu friend list tahu .isk . and lastly , kalau sudah tak ada perasaan jangan berdolak-dalih dan stop being a coward person especially if you are a man because girl's heart is just like a piece of tissue ,easily torn apart with only a drop of water  .mungkin sikap acuh tak acuh tu juga ,boleh sebabkan 1000 lelaki dan 1000 perempuan mengalami heart broken dan jadi emo sepanjang tahun .dan mungkin juga if you tak break up dengan orang yang you tak suka tuh menjadikan orang yang waiting in line in single sepanjang hayat .tolonglah kasihankan orang yang single ini ,eh eh salah tajuk pula hahha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw ,orang cakap first love adalah cinta yang tak dapat dilupakan dan the sweetest things appear in a person life ,is it a yes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1250271673728298419?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1250271673728298419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1250271673728298419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1250271673728298419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1250271673728298419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-broken-hearted.html' title='dear ,broken hearted'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6296866774508056133</id><published>2010-11-04T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:16:47.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAYA PUNYA IMPIAN YANG SIAP PASANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TNKUSjnEYXI/AAAAAAAAAds/2ACmO3x3Tcs/s1600/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TNKUSjnEYXI/AAAAAAAAAds/2ACmO3x3Tcs/s400/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535649938509422962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ini bukan magic wand ye ,ini animal puppet ihhihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you all pernah tak berharap dalam dunia ni betul-betul wujud magic yang macam Harry Potter tuh ?tak kira la Harry Potter yang mana satu pun ,semua sama jek kan ?tapi yang paling best tempat belajar dia la ,sebab hostel dia cantek ,pastuh ada gambar gerak-gerak dekat dinding ,tapi macam scary jugak kalau dekat dinding tu gambar Chucky .hiihih .tak nak cerita panjang sebab i tengok sampai yang third je ,lepas tu dah tak tengok sebab Harry Potter dah tak comel pastuh dah semakin gatal pastuh dah macam tak sesuai untuk kanal-kanak cerita tu kan ?haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok lah berbalik pada soal magic tadi ,oh ya bukan cerita Magika yang i maksudkan ya .oh ! sebut pasal Magika ,kenapa cerita dia dekat wayang macam lama pelik jek showtime dia eh ?sampai sekarang still ada ?walaupun Ziana Zain masih seorang hot mama dalam cerita tuh ,perlu ke bias sampai macam tuh skali ke-lama-an waktu tayangan dia ?haha .ok ok dah ,tiba-tiba masuk pasal wayang pulak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;macam ni sebenarnya ,i teringin nak ada Magic Wand yang sangat multipurpose ,macam boleh guna untuk zipkan mulut orang yang non-stop cakap macam-macam perkara lame ,lempang laju-laju dekat orang yang i benci sangat-sangat dan dalam masa yang sama dia tak tahu yang i sebabkan muka dia ditampar ,nak stopkan atau stillkan sesuatu incident supaya i boleh ketawa banyak-banyak if benda tu kelakar dan boleh buat bahan untuk kenakan orang lepas ni ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boleh selak-selak kertas jawapan exam orang yang pandai macam konon-konon ada angin walaupun duduk dalam dewan besar pakai air cond yang suhu dia boleh sebabkan orang keras kejung dan part paling best adalah dapat skodeng formula yang tak ingat walaupun jarak dengan orang yang nak di-skodeng jawapannya adalah selang 16 orang ihihihih&lt;/span&gt; ,boleh jadi invinsible supaya i dapat duduk kat sebelah orang yang i suka ehem ehem hiihih but kenapa mesti invinsible ?sebab i malu nak tegur dia apa lagi nak pegi duduk sebelah dia dan last skali dapat teleport dari satu place ke place yang lain macam hero yang hensem dalam cerita Jumper ,jadi dapatlah pegi tarvel sampai Melbourne ,Japan segala bagai dengan kadar 0sen sebab tak payah nak naik flight pastuh boleh bangga-bangga depan Aida Salim sebab dia boleh pergi London je .ok la ,sebenarnya i jeles ngan kawan i sebab dapat pegi sana sob sob :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bestkan ?memang best gilakan tapi if dapat magic wand i tak nak lah wajib pakai baju pari pari macam dalam cerita Peterpan sebab sexy ihihih .nak magic wand jek ,nak MAGIC WAND jek .ihihiiihh .itulah cita-cita i sejak 5-6 hari ini sebab tension study untuk final .hehehe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw ,if you all ada MAGIC WAND ,apa first thing yang you all nak ?or ada barang lain yang you all nak tapi confirm-confirm tak akan ada atas dunia ini ?share-share lah sikit hihihih ,supaya tade lah nampak sangat macam i sorang jek yang suka imagine mende pelik-pelik ihihi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6296866774508056133?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6296866774508056133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6296866774508056133&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6296866774508056133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6296866774508056133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/11/saya-punya-impian-yang-siap-pasang.html' title='SAYA PUNYA IMPIAN YANG SIAP PASANG'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TNKUSjnEYXI/AAAAAAAAAds/2ACmO3x3Tcs/s72-c/B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3862454045433783572</id><published>2010-10-29T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T02:01:49.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAY LOVE ME ,XOXO ,GOSSIP GIRL .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hari ini i berasa sangat relief sebab semua bebanan yang melibatkan quiz ,test ,presentation ,lab report or whatsoever dah selamat mendarat ke kawasan yang sepatutnya .disebabkan terlampau free maka i nak lah bercerita pasal tv series yang popular yang tak kira la dalam Malaysia ke tepi Malaysia ke or whatever sia-sia lah kan ,iaitu the one and only only one iaitu Gossip Girl yang sangat popular dengan tagline "You know you love me ,XOXO (sambil ada intrumental music) Gossip Girl ".boleh kata cerita ini sangat syok dan tesangat best sebab kronologi dia yang teratur dan tidaklah mengarut mengaban macam cerita-cerita lain yang dah masuk season 3 ,4,5 ,6 yang mana dengan tiba-tiba semua ada kuasa segala bagai .plus ,dengan actor/actress die yang hot melebur habis .meoww meoww~ .contohnya si Chuck Bass yang i gelarkan sebagai Mr Cool .sebab apa dia cool ?sebab dia tak cakap banyak ,but the way he act kita boleh baca ,okay bukanlah ada tulisan essay segala bagai ,i mean the face expression .sebab nak bagi gambaran lebih jelas ,i selitkan gambar ni kat bawah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/192/1922564/38_2009/e3640271c447b2d4_Blair_Waldorf_and_Chuck_Bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 424px;" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/192/1922564/38_2009/e3640271c447b2d4_Blair_Waldorf_and_Chuck_Bass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sweetkan ,hensemkan ,coolkan ?ahha .fine !i love this two lovebirds to the core .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;antara favorite quote i yang Blair cakap is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Blair: Do you... 'like' me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chuck: Define like.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Blair: You have got to be kidding me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chuck: How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ihih ,sweetkan ?sweetkan ?okay ikut suka you all la nak cakap sweet ke .entry i prioritinya bukan lah nak berlandaskan review Gossip Girl semata-mata sebab you all boleh download sendiri atau buat muka tak malu mintak latest series dari member yang penat menunggu habis download seminggu ,pastu tiba-tiba datang rumah diorang ,copy cerita tuh pastuh bla dalam masa 15 minit .nampak kejam tak ?kalau tak nampak kejam cuba dapatkan hasil dalam minit untuk seminggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 x 24 x 60 = ??? minit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tolong kira sendiri ,calculator ada dalam beg kuliah kat luar malas nak ambik .ok ,dah lari tajuk lagi sekali .Macam ni sebenarnya ,life i sebagai seorang pelajar di IPTA selalu disapa manja dengan gossip2 liar mengenai :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1)status relationship rakan sepejuangan ,ada yang betul ,ada yang tipu ,ada yang malu tapi mahu ,ada yang cinta tak berbalas ,ada yang keluar dengan boyfried orang pastuh terkantoi dengan boyfriend sebenar ,berlaku cerita sadis cinta 3 segi ,ada yang jadi player pelbagai peringkat dan macam-macam lagi la ,malas nak taip .pasal buat cakap-cakap belakang sebab berusaha nak dapatkan juga crush dia tak kira apa jadi sekalipun ,even buang family ,buang kawan .yang menjadi lagi kecoh bila berlaku perubahan relationship status kat FB daripada "SINGLE" ke "IN A RELATIONSHIP" walaupun ada sesetengah yang saja tipu tipu sebab nak grab attention .lepas tuh nak lagi gempak tukar jadi "DIVORCED" ,tapi kawan i cakap loser sangat kalau tulis divorced sebab nampak hina sangat macam kulit pisang tepi jalan atau plastik Mamee Monster yang ada kucing berak atas tu .hahaha .i tak kisah pun ,sebab none of  the above is mine .ihihiih &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;2)tapi TAPI bukan pasal relationship status jek ,tapi juga bertiup kencang pasal friendship especially perempuan yang mana kalau sedia tahu ,bab-bab kawan ni perempuan memang suka ber-drama lebih kan ,si A mengata si B ,Si C mengata si A dekat si B pastuh si B yang ala-ala blur sangat ni pergi bercerita dalam tempurung pulak dengan si A .pastuh bergaduh sama sendiri sampai grad dendam tak terbalas .aishh .macam-macam situasi lah ,kalau campur aduk cerita ini dalam susunan warna untuk rubix cube ,sampai mati tak jadi sama color setiap side sebab too many color nak kene wajib  organize hhhaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;3)pasal assignment berkumpulan atau individu yang mana selalu sangat jadi masalah utama .meng-copy dan meng-paste ni ibaratnya macam dah jadi satu asasi dalam hidup student .tapi wujud lah 2-3 titik hitam yang skema sikit ,yang segala menda yang dibuat ada lah hak milik dia ,HAK MILIK DIA SEORANG tapi hasil kerja orang lain adalah HAK MILIK BERSAMA (?!) sinonim kan dengan tempat belajar you all kan ?lagi satu ,ada jenis yang kerja dia nak in-charge bahagian buat cover je sebab nak make sure markah untuk assigment itu ada nama dia ,CONFIRM nak ada ,walaupun satu kuman hama pun dia tak menggembeleng tenaga .lepas tu ,nak buat cakap-cakap belakang pasal si Donut tak buat kerja la ,si Karipap tahu keluar ngan scandal je lah ,si Putu Piring yang selalu tak pergi discussion sebab bangun lambat dan macam-macam ragam la yang timbul .tapi sebenarnya ,kerja sendiri yang terbengkalai .aishh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;banyak lagi kategori nya ,tapi macam panjang sangat pulak entry ni ,nanti tade orang nak baca pula .ihihihi .senang kata macam ni la ,i pernah terfikir untuk hasilkan satu blog yang berkisarkan gossip-gossip liar yang bertiup kencang atau sepoi-sepoi bahasa kat tempat belajar i ini dan ala-ala gossip girl sikit tapi tade lah nak di remake jadi series popular tajuk "TIUPAN KENCANG GOSSIP GIRL UTEM" .eh eh ,buruk sangat bunyi nya .hiihih .cerita tuh bukan la semata-mata pasal kanak-kanak riang kelas i ,tapi merangkumi seluruh utem yang melibatkan staff ,lecturer ,student dan sebagainya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;PERSOALANNYA ,BOLEH KE ?DAN SEKARANG KALAU I WUJUDKAN JUGA ,MACAM IDENTITI I DAH TERBONGKAR KOT .HEHEHE .KALAU BETUL-BETUL WUJUD NAK GUNA NAMA APA ?TAK NAK GOSSIP GIRL .SUGGESTKAN NAMA LAIN ,PLEASEE .IHIHIH .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF BETUL-BETUL WUJUD JUGA ,SIAPA VICTIM PERTAMA I ?HAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;p/s :pendapat/komen dari anonymous(tade blogspot &amp;amp; google acc atau merahsiakan identiti) amat lah dialu-alukan .thanks :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3862454045433783572?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3862454045433783572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3862454045433783572&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3862454045433783572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3862454045433783572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-may-love-me-xoxo-gossip-girl.html' title='YOU MAY LOVE ME ,XOXO ,GOSSIP GIRL .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5560195384429784639</id><published>2010-10-26T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T04:21:59.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan lebih kuah dari sudu ,berpada-pada dengan apa yang ada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TMa5Pr7bU1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/T4YYNBi8qBE/s1600/,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TMa5Pr7bU1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/T4YYNBi8qBE/s400/,.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532312871412388690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"jangan rasa diri hebat andai diri tak hebat ,tapi tolong rasa diri tidak un-cool apabila anda memang un-cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hari tu kan ,i ada lah cakap-cakap dengan kawan i si Farah ini ,entah macam mana boleh ada perasaan nak flash back ke zaman sekolah yang sangat comot dan tersangatlah LOSER itu .kenapa i kata macam tu ?sebab masa itu ,i sangat pemalu .bila orang lelaki datang nak borak dengan i ,tak pasal-pasal terus rasa nervous lepas tu terus rasa nak langkah seribu .kalau time cakap kat depan classmate ,rasa macam kena cakap dekat 1000 orang ,padahal dalam 30++ jek .alamak ,sangat LOSER kan .kalau jalan kat mana-mana tade pun orang pheewit pheewit kat i macam member i lain yang sangat cantik ,hihih .bila jalan ngan orang cantik terus rasa rendah diri =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nak dijadikan cerita ,masa form 5 ,ada this guy yang i namakan sebagai J suka i tapi masa tuh i naif sangat sebab dia suka sakat-sakat i depan budak kelas mekanikal dan dia budak mekanikal ,budak MEKANIKAL ok ,macam you all tak tahu macam mana dajalnya mereka .sekat-sekat guna kaki konon macam mintak tol lah segala bagai ,ok teknik i ada tol tau hahah .sebab dah macam maximum sangat dah tahap malu ini ,i mintak kawan i yang baik dengan si J beritahu dia supaya jangan ganggu i lagi ,lepas tu dia dah tak kacau i ,dah tade text i dan tade call i .bila jumpa i pun cepat-cepat dia pandang dinding ,i tahu dia dah benci i .i pun ngada-nagda jugak ,time rehat sanggup lalu jauh sampai kene rentas office ,court perhimpunan segala bagai sebab tak nak lalu depan kelas mekanikal .beza masa 8 minit tau ,ihihihi .sorry tau J ,i LOSER sangat time tuh ihihih .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastuh masuk UTM lagi rasa loser sebab kawan-kawan i sume hot termasuk Meroh dan Shudec .bila jalan ngan mereka terus rasa shrink diri ini macam dalam cerita Honey ,I Shrunk The KIds tuh   .Then ,masuk UTeM pun lagi rasa rendah diri sebab kadar orang cantik makin bertambah ,nak list ramai sangat ,tapi bagaimana dengan Amy Winehouse UTeM yang berangan-angan nak jadi model itu ?model ke ?ihihihh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dan sampai sekarang sikap loser dan rendah diri dalam diri i ni ,macam dah sebati ,bersatu padu jadi satu dah pun haa ,ibaratnya kalau you campur butter ngan telur pastuh you pukul dia sampai sebati confirm dah tak dapat nak pisahkan ,kan ?macam tu lah lebih kurang .sometime ,i jealous dengan orang yang ada tahap confidence yang tinggi itu ,dan wonder kenapa i tak macam mereka .bagaimana kah cara yang sebetulnya untuk boost self esteem i ?dan pastinya bukan dengan cara membuli orang macam dalam cerita You Again ,pergi lah tengok wayang cerita tu ,best .eh eh ter-promote pulak kann .btw ,i tak adalah seteruk heroine cerita itu oke .hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;berbalik ke persoalan tadi ,bagaimana yeah ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5560195384429784639?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5560195384429784639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5560195384429784639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5560195384429784639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5560195384429784639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-lebih-kuah-dari-sudu-berpada.html' title='jangan lebih kuah dari sudu ,berpada-pada dengan apa yang ada'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TMa5Pr7bU1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/T4YYNBi8qBE/s72-c/,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-318233446938912282</id><published>2010-10-23T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T05:54:06.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KALAU LAH I FAZURA ITUUU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;apakah i sorang ?atau you all pun sama .you all pernah tak timbul perasaan terperasan ,bila mana seorang lelaki cuba melayan you seakan-akan hendak you all jatuh cinta pada dia ,tapi bila you dah betul-betul jatuh cinta pada dia ,dia terus cuba untuk menjauh daripada you and siap couple ngan orang lain lagi .bukan sekali ,bukan dua ,mungkin tiga juga .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yang peliknya ,walaupun girlfriend dia tuh cantik gila bagai diana danielle eh tak tak ,tak suka dia .macam idola i lah ,Fazura then dia still tak nak hilang you .if dulu masa dia duk flirt-flirt ngan orang yang ala-ala Fazura tuh ,maka you macam dia tak nampak je ibarat macam you berjalan dalam gelap dengan kulit hitam legam dan pakai baju hitam dan memang berpontensi nak kena langgar dengan rempitzzzz atau drifterzzzz tapi bila dah dapat Fazura dia macam berbaik-baik dengan you pula .kenapa ?kenapa tak berperangai macam itu masa tengah flirt dengan Fazura ?sebab Fazura tak sebaik i ke ?tak sebaik i ke ?tak se-sweet i ke ?tak se-caring i ke ?ececehhh hahah .se-cantik tak nak include ke ?tak nak sebab i tahu tak setanding hahah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;KENAPA EH ?(eh tertekan caps lock macam Haiqal Eunsoff pulak .ihihih .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i bukan apa ,bila berbaik-baik dengan boyfriend orang ini i rasa macam a bit unsecure la ,i tak kisah sebenarnya sebab i lagi suka ihihih .but how , if one day i jadi punca dia break dengan Fazura .memang tak lah kan ,sebab girlfriend dia cantik dan i macam melukut tepi gantang sahaja .tapi perangai dan lagat orang lain mana boleh timbang dengan kati ,tengok dengan contact lens dan belajar dengan mendengar saja ,kena kenal betul-betul baru tahu sifat sebenar .mengelakkan misconception orang kata .orang kata i paranoid ,tapi sebenarnya i tak paranoid ,actually i naturally peka dengan feeling orang dan i tak suka orang tak suka i tanpa sebab .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dan kebelakangan ini i terperasan sesuatu ,setiap kali i jumpa crew-crew i ,i akan automatik nya bercerita pasal boyfriend si Fazura ini ,i dah kenapa ?i dah kenapa ?jangan cakap jatuh cinta kali kedua ,please la .if dia bukan boyfriend Fazura i tak kisah ,problemnya dia pun tengah bahagia dengan Fazura dan i tahu i sepatutnya gembira bagi pihak dia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kalau lah i ni over berani ,nak je i cakap kat boyfriend Fazura tu sebenarnya setiap hari i tunggu dia text i ,setiap hari i menunggu dia ajak i tengok wayang ,bagitahu suruh dia tinggalkan Fazura sebab i rasa i lebih kenal dia dari Fazura ,i tahu apa yang dia suka dan apa tidak ,i tahu bila dia rasa down ,i nak dia tahu sebenarnya i tipu yang i tak neves bila i dekat dengan dia dan sebenarnya i suka bila dia cakap dia neves bila dekat dengan i .orang kata you player ,tapi i know you are not  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;macam mana pun ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; menyukai/menyayangi/mencintai  tak bermakna akan memiliki .tak begitu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;apa-apa pun i tetap dekat sini just like the old days ,i miss our moments .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s:macam banyak pula perkataan Fazura hahha .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-318233446938912282?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/318233446938912282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=318233446938912282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/318233446938912282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/318233446938912282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/10/kalau-lah-i-fazura-ituuu.html' title='KALAU LAH I FAZURA ITUUU'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2178243655392674835</id><published>2010-10-13T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:39:15.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; but what you want is someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;who will take the bus with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;when the limo breaks down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;~Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A good friend is a connection to life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; a tie to the past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a road to the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; the key to sanity in a totally insane world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; ~Lois Wyse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;masihkah awak ingat bagaimana lagaknya saya apabila awak panggil saya dalam keadaan kalut ,semata-mata nak bagitahu orang yang saya gilakan kan tu baru lalu ,dan sekarang tengah bukak pintu kereta dengan machonya ,sebenarnya ke-excited-an tuh dah kurang tapi saya tetap gembira sebab awak masih tak lupa .masih awak ingat ,dengan siapa kita pernah hang out dulu ?semua orang kalau dengar macam terus nak kata "WOW HEBATNYA KAU DAPAT KELUAR DENGAN DIORANG" dan kita selalu cakap-cakap belakang ,yang tak sangka mimpi kita akan jadi nyata .kelakar kan bila ingat balik .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;awak masih ingat tak pillow talk yang selalu malam-malam mengulit saya tido ,sambil tuh saya cerita pasal lelaki pertama ,lelaki kedua ,perempuan ke enam dan macam-macam orang lagi saya cerita .kita bercerita sampai tak sedar pukul berapa ,kadang-kadang sampai pukul 4 pagi ,awak dan saya tak kisah pun walaupun esok kena bangun untuk kelas pukul 8 pagi .awak ingat lagi tak ,dalam pukul 3-4 pagi kita dengar orang masuk kat gate ,pastu kita berlari pergi kat tingkap ,oh rupa-rupanya crush kita lalu .lepas tu kita ketawa ,sebab baru terfikir crush kita tu tak pernah tahu pun dia crush kita .tapi saya dan awak tak kisah ,sebab kita seronok macam tu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;masih awak ingat bagaimana awak pujuk saya bila crush yang saya gila-gilakan tu dah dalam status in relationship ?awak selalu cakap saya lagi cantik dari pasangan dia ,awak kata perempuan tu dah sapu minyak "guna-guna" kat crush saya tu .saya ketawa sebab saya tahu benda tuh tak betul dan saya gembira sebab awak ada inisiatif untuk tengok saya gembira .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;awak masih ingat bagaimana awak sanggup menjadi bahu saya ,bila saya bagitahu awak  seseorang yang saya sayang dan rapat ,tiba-tiba menjauh dari saya dan saya juga bagitahu awak yang saya dah jatuh hati pada dia ,bila mana dia dah kutip balik hati dia yang jatuh untuk saya sebab dia cuma pretend dia jatuh hati dengan saya ataupun dah terlambat saya jatuh hati dengan dia .awak suruh saya bersabar ,dan awak kata mungkin dia tak sesuai untuk saya .saya terima nasihat awak ,dan sekarang saya tahu dia seorang player dan saya salah seorang perempuan yang dipermainkan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tapi di mana awak sekarang ?saya tahu kita semakin jauh .tapi awak tahu yang saya sentiasa rindukan awak .dan saya inginkan kat-kata semangat awak ,sebab sekarang saya dalam keadaan celaru .dan pertama kalinya tadi ,saya menangis sebab hidup saya dah tak macam dulu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2178243655392674835?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2178243655392674835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2178243655392674835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2178243655392674835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2178243655392674835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-friend.html' title='good friend'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2625433500667033553</id><published>2010-10-01T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T03:20:34.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is not like a movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgowxibiaIE/S7K3W3ice5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dWZGuym1keY/s1600/lights-high-fashion-bruno_dayan_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgowxibiaIE/S7K3W3ice5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dWZGuym1keY/s1600/lights-high-fashion-bruno_dayan_09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo credited to Bruno Dayan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Snow White say when i was young ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;one day my prince will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so i wait for that date"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not like a movie by Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sedari i bukan seorang yang suka ditinggalkan dan tidak suka meninggalkan .andai i terjerat di antara situation "let go" dan "stay" ,i prefer stay .sebab i know how does it feel to be so left out .ini tidak kira lah dalam situation macam mana pun ,kita stay situ walaupun kawan-kawan kita kutuk kita habis-habisan dan boyfriend main kayu tiga dekat belakang pastuh siap belikan Tiffany &amp;amp; Co lagi dekat skandal comel dia tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kadang-kadang orang akan cakap "apa pasal kau bengong sangat ,biar je orang buat kau macam patung bodoh " ,jawapan nya senang sahaja ,it don't matter bagaimana you cuba save situation ,output dia tetap sama .kerana certain problem yang dipandang sebelah mata ,sebenarnya memerlukan pergerakan fizikal .tetapi kita tak tahu menahu .kita cuba ignore ,kita cuba buat tak tahu ,sedar-sedar kita dah ditinggalkan jauh di garisan permulaan sedangkan yang kita cuba betulkan dah selamat sampai di garisan penamat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mungkin juga kita selalu terfikir bagaimana ada orang yang mudah betul melupakan atau senang nak berubah sedangkan kita kena kerja keras habis-habisan untuk cuba "stay" the same ,sebab nak everything just fine and according to janji kita yang dulu .alih-alih mereka cuba cari jalan lain untuk tak jadi diri mereka yang sekarang ,pada alasan hidup masih muda ,banyak benda nak cuba ,ramai orang waiting in line .ini ibarat macam janji masa kecik-kecik dulu ,nak belajar elok-elok untuk dapat kerja bagus-bagus ,in the end we are wasting our time doing something we didn't like and "let go" cita-cita yang dicintai for no reason .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;walaupun orang kata berdua lebih baik ,but we must try untuk hidup sebatang kara ,sebab esok lusa kita tak tahu samada orang itu pilih "stay" or "let go" .kita ada option untuk dipilih tapi kita memilih untuk dipilih ,apakan daya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2625433500667033553?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2625433500667033553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2625433500667033553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2625433500667033553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2625433500667033553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-not-like-movie.html' title='life is not like a movie'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgowxibiaIE/S7K3W3ice5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/dWZGuym1keY/s72-c/lights-high-fashion-bruno_dayan_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2271584601682030085</id><published>2010-09-27T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:19:16.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sapu bersih-bersih ,baru dapat chuck bass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasonlamphotography.com/media/lg_fashion_Photography_basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.jasonlamphotography.com/media/lg_fashion_Photography_basketball.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasonlamphotography.com/media/lg_fashion_Photography_basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasonlamphotography.com/media/lg_fashion_Photography_basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: x-small; "&gt;picture credit to Jason Lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"BANYAK MANUSIA BANYAK RAGAM ,BANYAK BERCAKAP BANYAK SALAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by zhana zulkifli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kehidupan i sebagai seorang pelajar universiti memang membosankan ,dengan jadual yang begitu ketat ,assigment menggunung ,memang bukan pelajar U ,kalau hidup tak hectic .setiap hari hidup i akan berhadapan dengan pelbagai jenis orang ,ada yang boleh dibuat kawan ,ada yang boleh dibuat lawan ,ada yang buat salah tapi buat-buat macam tak bersalah ,ada muka yang nampak bengis tapi dalam hati ada taman ,ada yang becinta tapi buat macam kura-kura dalam perahu ,ada yang bersedih tapi buat lawak tak ingat dunia .tapi i suka ,ragam manusia kadang-kadang macam dalam movie ,nampak bagai tidak logik tapi nyata :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nak dijadikan cerita ,beberapa hari lepas ,i dan group member i telah pergi ke sebuah tempat untuk mengkaji lifestyle mereka .sambutan yang diberikan amat positif ,kami diberikan makan minum dan tempat berehat yang sangat-sangat mencukupi ,TERIMA KASIH SANGAT-SANGAT :) .mereka mereka ini terdiri daripada pelbagai lapisan ,ada yang kaya ,ada yang kurang .yang kaya ,rumahnya sedia lengkap dengan perabot-perabot IKEA ,design rumah yang tidak kurang hebatnya ,landscape-nya terletak elok ,senang kata macam rumah orang-orang kaya .yang kurang pula tinggal di rumah-rumah kayu yang kadang-kadang timbul sebak dalam hati .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;terus terlintas dalam hati i yang selalu merungut ,ruang bilik i yang sempit ,mengadu dekat ayah cakap nak letak wallpaper tapi tak letak-letak ,minta dicatkan mengikut warna favorite .Ya Allah ,tak bersyukurnya i .melihat pada makanan-makanan yang tersusun elok di rak pula ,kelihatan ada semut-semut berlari manja di dalamnya ,meja ditebuk anai-anai ,pinggan mangkuk yang tiada coordination color ,terus i rasa i bongkak sebab selalu berkeinginan menjamu lapar dekat Secret Recipe ,Starbuck ,Sushi King ,TGI ,Dome ,Full House dan sebagainya .teruknya i tidak memikirkan apa yang i dah ada .melihat pada pakaian mereka yang lusuh dan koyak ,membuatkan i tersentak bila setiap bulan i menghabiskan majoriti wang yang diberikan ayah untuk membeli baju-baju mahal ,handbag berjenama dan setiap bulan kena ada barang baru .i rasa serba salah .melihat mereka mengira wang mereka yang diletakkan dalam pinggan kaca ,mengingatkan i begitu mengada-ngada minta parents biaya wang tiket untuk tengok konsert Paramore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;terlampau banyak perihal yang i buat ,yang i kira boleh dikatakan kadang-kadang over atau diberi betis mahu peha .moga apa yang i lihat pada tempoh hari dapat dijadikan ,petunjuk untuk hidup mendatang  .Amin~ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2271584601682030085?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2271584601682030085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2271584601682030085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2271584601682030085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2271584601682030085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/09/sapu-bersih-bersih-baru-dapat-chuck.html' title='sapu bersih-bersih ,baru dapat chuck bass'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5498417755056089160</id><published>2010-09-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:05:09.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lebat awak bercakap eh ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TJeFZuj1tpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/dZ2O8fe94Zk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TJeFZuj1tpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/dZ2O8fe94Zk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519026545407407762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;semakin hari ,mata i semakin berpinar dengan kerenah pelbagai manusia .perangai manusia neh ade macam2 .sama jugak macam perisa gula-gula ,ada strawberry ,orange ,grape dan asam jawa .kat bawah ni ade beberapa jenis manusia yang i berjaya categorize kan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1)orang kaya yang memang terang-terang dah kaya dengan harta dunia ,masih tercari-cari untuk menambah harta pencarian yang kadang-kadang bukan nya sekadar untuk hidup bersenang- lenang tapi bertujuan memperhambakan orang-orang yang serba kurang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2)ahli-ahli politik yang suka cakap atas angin ,semata-mata untuk mendapat sokongan rakyat yang terpinga-pinga berharap segala propaganda tertunai .politician (bukan semua) sekadar memberi janji macam melukis peta geografi dalam buku nota yang bakal diponyok selepas exam hujung tahun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3)tokoh-tokoh agama yang lebat bercakap pasal akhirat ,tapi diri sendiri ke tepi ke tengah .kalau hendak memimpin biar lah ilmu penuh di dada ,bukan nye senteng seperti seluar dilipat ke paras peha .kalau nak berhujah sekali pun biar lah ada bukti kukuh ,jangan sekadar menggunakan teori sampah jalanan dan logik akal yang pendek .bukan kah kita ada pegangan Al-Quran dan As-Sunnah ?siapa lagi yang berani menentang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4)perempuan yang rasa diri mereka paling hot sekali atas muka bumi ,ibaratnya kalau mereka melintas macam Ghost Rider bawak motor laju2 ,habis terbakar satu bandar .kalau perempuan dah cantek ,hati bersih kalau tak terhegeh-hegeh sana sini pun tetap nampak lawa .tak begitu kawan-kawan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5)suka bercakap ikut mulut laser dia saja ,kalau orang lain mengata dia tahu pulak terasa .tak sedar ke ber-million chapter yang you canang pasal orang tu orang ni telah sebabkan beribu-ribu orang bertelagah celah sana sini ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6)orang yang terlampau sweet talker ,sebut satu perkataan je dah boleh luruh gugur hati mendengar .tapi esok lusa kantoi ,mulut buaya .cakap satu habuk besar kuman pun tak ada yang betul .senang kata 2% sahaja yang betul ,yang lain main cakap jek asal sweet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ok ,tu jelah dah tak larat nak taip sebab tiba-tiba rasa emo bila orang-orang macam ni ada sekeliling i .tragis kan hidup zhana zulkifli ?hmmm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5498417755056089160?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5498417755056089160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5498417755056089160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1866625131492790598</id><published>2010-09-02T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T07:23:23.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seorang puteri menunggu epal masak ranum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TH-yzYUKq0I/AAAAAAAAAck/jwXKLRQZ-OI/s1600/DSC01076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TH-yzYUKq0I/AAAAAAAAAck/jwXKLRQZ-OI/s320/DSC01076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512321064694885186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;akhirnya ,i berjaya melangsaikan apa yang i nak lakukan setelah sekian lama pada hari ini .i bukan nak bebel berkarung ,tapi kadang-kadang i benci menunggu .i benci tunggu orang yang suka buat kerja lambat-lambat ,i benci tunggu orang yang suka merapu panjang-panjang tapi habuk pun tada .apa lagi menunggu pada janji yang tidak pasti .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cuba you all bayangkan situasi i ini sebagai seorang isteri askar yang begitu setia tunggu kepulangan suami dia .ada dua kemungkinan ,yang pertama si suami tidak akan pulang selama-lamanya (you all faham-faham sendiri lah kan) dan yang keduanya si suami pulang dengan sekuntum senyuman yang bagi berbilion makna .,alah yang macam vc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thinking Of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just A Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; tu .malangnya ,i bukan berada di kedua-dua situasi di atas , i cuma ibaratnya seperti seorang perempuan yang menunggu buah nona untuk masak ranum tapi tak sempat makan sebab burung dah makan .isk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;bagi pengeluar barangan elektrik mungkin janji tahap mutu barang itu boleh ditunjukkan dengan cop SIRIM dan bagi makanan pula boleh dijanjikan kehalalannya dengan melihat cop halal disahkan JAKIM .tapi bagaimana pulak dengan manusia ?tak boleh lah nak assume orang yang muka nerd ,pastuh spek mata tebal 15 inch itu seorang yang begitu lurus bendul ,orang yang rupa paras mirip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Zahiril Adzim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; itu adalah seorang playboy dan punya phonebook nama awek-awek hot sampai 9 buku dan tak semestinya orang-orang tua yang di-abandon-kan di rumah orang-orang tua itu tidak mempunyai anak dan cucu .pandangan masyarakat kita terlampau tipikal terhadap paparan fizikal .sifat ingin tahu itu zero ,isk isk kolotnya awak !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i tak nak cakap banyak ,sebab nanti orang cakap i ni macam "paku dulang ,paku serpih ,mengata orang ,dia yang lebih" ,cuma bila orang kata mereka 100% akan berpegang pada janji ,i terus rasa nak bagitahu "Yeay ,andalah johan Raja Lawak musim terbaru" .pffft &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1866625131492790598?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1866625131492790598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1866625131492790598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1866625131492790598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1866625131492790598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/09/seorang-puteri-menunggu-epal-masak.html' title='seorang puteri menunggu epal masak ranum'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TH-yzYUKq0I/AAAAAAAAAck/jwXKLRQZ-OI/s72-c/DSC01076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-4515870029192189980</id><published>2010-08-29T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:11:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang 1000 kali sayang = ??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sayang ,seribu kali sayang .tapi apa ada pada sayang bila bertutur dalam kata2 1001 klise ,apa guna ber-action dalam dasar streostype .sayang bukan sahaja pada opposite sex ,tapi sayang juga kepada ibu bapa ,kawan-kawan ,haiwan dan alam sekitar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mungkin bukan pada i sahaja ,tapi pada you juga akan ada rasa sebak dan sayu kan dalam hati bila tengok iklan-iklan raya petronas ,tak kira la pasal tanya burung apa ,burung murai ke pasal anak tak balik raya selepas kaya ke .senang kata semua tu can be counted as sayang pada ibu bapa atau sesama manusia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bagaimana pula dengan kata-kata sweet orang yang baru rasa hangat-hangat bercinta ,maksud i di awal perkenalan dan pertukaran status dari yang tidak ber-own kepada owned .terlampau banyak dasar-dasar tipikal yang timbul seperti phrase ini "i akan sayang you sampai bila-bila dan takkan sesekali tinggal kan you " .i nak tengok sejauh mana tahap sayang mereka ,selang 2-3 bulan dah bercerai-berai ,bawa haluan masing-masing .macam cerita artis-artis Malaysia ,kahwin nak grand je .majlis kahwin sampai 2-7 hari .tu belum lagi masuk pasal cerita kahwin dengan foreigner ,tapi last-last hancur .lagi baik jadi macam mak ayah i atau pun mungkin juga ibu bapa reader ,yang majlis kahwin cikai2 je ,tapi bahagia sampai sekarang ,tak rugi pun :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pasal kasih pada haiwan pula ,jangan lah kita menzalimi mereka .macam tiba-tiba rasa geram tengok kucing yang terjelepok kat lantai macam kapas ,terus pergi sepak-sepak dan tedang-tedang perut .apa yang you dapat ?yang i tahu ,makin bertambah buku atas bahu kiri you .dan came to my surprise bila i tengok video seorang perempuan (jepun ,korea ,cina ,tak sure la) gunakan heels die untuk bunuh kucing atau kata best lagi torture ,die pijak perut ,cungkil biji mata kucing tuh ,sumbat heels dalam tekak kucing and lastly penyek kepala kucing sampai pecah and berdarah .ke mana hilang sifat kemanusiaan, yang sekarang yang berleluasa hanya sifat kebintangan manusia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pada readers ,apa maksud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SAYANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sebenarnya ?kadang-kadang i semakin lost dengan pergerakan manusia-manusia yang merempuh kenegatifan berbanding kepositifan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-4515870029192189980?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4515870029192189980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=4515870029192189980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4515870029192189980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4515870029192189980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/08/sayang-1000-kali-sayang.html' title='sayang 1000 kali sayang = ??????'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7225935580045225110</id><published>2010-08-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:12:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARACHUTE ,TRAMPOLINE ,OXYGEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/Untitled-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/Untitled-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;walaupun dah terlambat ,lebih baik ada daripada tiada .umur i dah genap 22 tahun beberapa hari yang lepas (19082010) .tahun-tahun yang mendatang akan datang membawa "ketuaan" kepada i .tapi i tak kisah ,sebab orang kata age is just a number .i pun dah tanam dalam-dalam supaya mengingatkan diri i ,biar dah tua pun tapi hati tetap muda haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sebenarnya i nak beritahu pada semua orang ,pada kawan-kawan i ,pada saudara mara i yang i sentiasa bersyukur sepanjang hidup i ,kerana dikelilingi orang yang sayang pada i .i akan cuba ignorekan golongan minor yang tak berhenti berhentak ,mengata-ngata i ,buat cerita bukan-bukan pasal i .i hidup di dunia bukan nak cari gaduh ,tapi i nak cari kegembiraan .moga-moga golongan minor cepat-cepatlah insaf sebelum apa yang dilakukan mereka memakan diri mereka sendiri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;disini ,i nak menyampaikan special wish kepada orang yang paling dekat dalam hidup i .yang sentiasa ada ketika i bangun dan sentiasa menjadi &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parachute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ketika i jatuh ,iaitu family i ;ayah ,mak ,kak long dan juwa  .tanpa parachute ini tak mungkin i akan hidup dalam senyuman hingga ke hari ini ,tanpa ikan fresh yang ayah selalu beli kat pasar tak mungkin kak ngah hidup sihat hingga ke hari ini ,tanpa baju yang digosok emak hari2 untuk kak ngah ke sekolah dulu tak mungkin kak ngah sesegak sekarang ,tanpa kasih sayang dari kak long dan juwa tak mungkin kak ngah akan setabah hari ini .terima kasih parachute sekalian .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kelompok kedua pula yang bertindak sebagai &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trampoline &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i ,iaitu kawan-kawan baik i .terlalu banyak untuk disenaraikan dan terlampau overload untuk dimuatkan semua tapi i akan cuba .antara trampoline i ialah ;mahirah nashidi ,shuhada roslee ,fadillah baharin ,azura mamat ,liyana badarudin ,dianna imran ,yani kamarudin ,aida salim ,intan munirah ,fiza abdullah ,sara misman ,tikah hamid ,faridah ,azah aziz ,nik nabilah,dieyla yusof ,lynn ,dhiah ,nadiah dan list go on and on .maafkan i kalau ada nama yang tertinggal .bukan bermakna i sudah lupa you ,tapi mungkin ada ketika you bertindak seperti chipsmore .mungkin you all tertanya-tanya kenapa i kategorikan you all sebagai trampoline .ini kerana ,seperti yang you all tahu trampoline akan melantunkan balik any object yang sentuh dia ,you all sentiasa cuba membantu i untuk berdiri balik ,sesudah i jatuh mencium bumi .terima kasih ,trampoline .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kelompok ketiga i gelarkan ia sebagai &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oxygen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .mereka  adalah orang yang sentiasa berada di sekeliling i tak kira masa ,it can be classmate ,ex-classmate or the person i hang out with ;SKSO member(1995-2000),SHAMS member (2001-2003),Tech Kuantan members ,DDE sec 07 (2006-2009) dan 2BENC (2009-present) .i rasa bangga mengatakan yang kelompok 3 ini banyak mengajar i banyak erti dunia ,siapa yang i boleh percaya dan siapa yang i tak boleh percaya .walaupun ,di awal perkenalan dan di pertengahan serta pengakhirannya adalah tidak se-fairytale mana kerana kita diasak hasutan dan gangguan tapi i tetap percaya ,ini akan utuh sampai bila .terima kasih ,oxygen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;akhir kata i heart my &lt;b&gt;PARACHUTE&lt;/b&gt; ,&lt;b&gt;TRAMPOLINE&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;OXYGEN&lt;/b&gt; so muchh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-107232371467900039</id><published>2010-08-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:13:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC01704.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;i never satisfy with myself but i learn to accept the way i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;we always wanna be the best .be the one who been treasured to other,be the one who be there no matter what and be the one to make the world smile abouts .is it good enough to feed others satisfication ?my answer would be no .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;humanbeing always want something more ,out of limitation ,out of their league .let say this guy who had a girlfriend with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes but not a zero size girl .so he left her for his own satisfication ,to find someone with brunette long hair ,big hazel eyes ,much skinier than his previous girlfriend, got Rachel Bilson looks but she's got low potential of super-loyalty .3 month later,he found out that it was a big mistake for letting go his previous girlfriend who will never say never to what he said compared to his soon-to-be-ex who actually prefer a guy with tons of money than love .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;doesn't it ring a bell ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it never been wrong if we wanting more ,and accepting only the best in our own way .it just ,sometime we need to learn to accept some people just the way they are .not too demand nor too "don't care" attitude ,just being the average one .being grateful for the good in ourlives is the best way to overcome choice anxiety .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as easy as it sound just be a GRATEFUL person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"that when you factor in the costs of time ,money and stress that a maximizer will invest in making a decision .being a satisficer and going with something "good enough" -is a actually the best option" -Herbet Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-107232371467900039?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/107232371467900039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=107232371467900039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/107232371467900039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/107232371467900039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/08/grateful.html' title='grateful :)'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-780283118070917363</id><published>2010-08-10T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:37:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>begitulah ibaratnya ,bila kata-kata jadi sandaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://7284-3164-9600.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/jfjd5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 301px;" src="http://7284-3164-9600.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/jfjd5k.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"When I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And when you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just the way you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ompliment yang diberi, kita kadang-kadang akan memandang remeh seperti memandang seekor semut yang mengusung gula .pada kita ,setakat nak angkat gula apalah sangat ,tapi kita kena cuba letakkan diri kita di situasi semut tuh .bagi mereka gula tu ibarat macam peti ais bagi manusia normal macam kita ,walaupun you kerengga gula tu tetap berat ahha .ok la ,i bukan nak cerita pasal asal usul semut .tapi mengenai cara kita menerima pujian atau kata-kata yang best kita dengar daripada siapa-siapa sahaja la .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;memuji dan memerli ni ,sah-sah dah bawa maksud yang berlainan .intonasi dan cara penyampaian pun dapat kita cam .kalau tak dapat cam maksudnya you tak mumayyiz lagi hahaha .lepas tu ,kalau dapat kata-kata pujian dari lelaki kepada perempuan dan sebaliknya terus rasa macam terapung dekat lapisan atmosfera kan ?dah-dah tak payah nak buat-buat tak mengaku pula .siapa tak excited ,bila kita yang tiap-tiap hari mengadap cermin memandang muka sendiri tak pernah rasa ada something yang istimewa ,dengan tak semena-mena orang lain puji cakap cantik gila ,macam Megan Fox (contoh ayat perli) .ok itu dah over ,macam Nasha Aziz lah senang cerita (contoh ayat puji) .hidung mengembang setara mana pun tak dapat nak diukur dengan angkup luar atau angkup dalam .haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dulu-dulu masa dekat sekolah agama ,kawan-kawan selalu cakap yang ustazah cakap dekat diorang bila orang puji cakap lah "Alhamdulillah" atau "Amin Ya Rab" .kiranya ,kita macam bersyukur dan berharap apa yang dipuji itu dimakbulkan .bagi orang yang ustazah dia tak bagitahu dekat sekolah dulu akan jawab macam ni "mana ada la ,biasa je" pastuh sambil sengih mengada-ngada terus cari cermin nak tengok muka diri sendiri ,pastuh tenung lama-lama dan berbisik dalam hati ,cantik juga aku ni .ada juga yang memuji orang lain ,untuk mendapat balasan yang setimpal atau berharap dapat pujian balik .apakah ada orang macam ni ?musykil i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tapi rasa bestkan bila orang yang kita admire cakap kita cantik .terus rasa macam diri sama dengan barbie doll ,kan ?or i sahaja yang rasa macam tu ?haha ,apa-apa pun i rindu nak dengar "seseorang" itu cakap i cantik bila i dengar lagu "just the way you are" by Bruno Mars .tiba-tiba pulak i rasa emo ,sebab dia dah ada gf dan gf dia cantek .nak bezakan i dengan dia macam topi dengan kasut .dah lah ,nak pergi emo ni .bye .ahhah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-780283118070917363?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/780283118070917363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6393116881423857865</id><published>2010-08-05T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:18:33.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me when you read this note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scienceblogs.com/neurotopia/coffee%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://scienceblogs.com/neurotopia/coffee%20love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"IT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;everybody does ,everybody need "it" .the emptiness keep on staying silently in their soul when "it" gone .they miss those finger that fit well between their finger spaces by the time "it" blooming beautifully .the 3 words seems to be the daily routine ,when they got "it" tightly in their heart .being the most caring person is how to show "it" ,freely fly in the name of "it" .as if they lift up from the earth ,almost touch the sky to grab the "it" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;everything seems complete ,perfect match ,positive minded ,midnight talkies .the illustration of "it" can never been drawn with this two hands but can be feel through the eyes of the "it" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;oh ,how meaningful "it" brought to our life ."it" is too abstract to touch of and too heavy to carry along the ride to the full moon .the metaphors of words sounds good ,when "it" still linger at center of heart .but a thousand sadness yet to come when "it" torn into pieces .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;for me "it" = "love" .how about you ,reader ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mahirah nashidi ,zhana zulkifli ,shuhada roslee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 234px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/ten.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fara zakaria ,zhana zulkifli ,shuhada roslee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kami gembira ,bukan sebab kami anak orang kaya .kami gembira ,sebab kami dapat berbelanja dengan baik apa yang kami ada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami bersama ,bukan sebab kami cantik .kami bersama ,sebab kami tahu bila masa kami perlu berkumpul untuk bercerita perihal masing-masing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami bergaduh ,bukan sebab kami membenci .kami bergaduh ,sebab kami tahu apa yang baik untuk diri sendiri dan juga orang lain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami bercinta ,bukan sebab untuk melepaskan diri masing-masing .kami bercinta ,untuk mencari pengalaman yang boleh dikongsi bersama .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami berkawan ,bukan sebab untuk bermusuh .kami berkawan ,supaya kami sedar bahawa dalam dunia ini tak ramai yang macam kami dan kami mesti menghargai bila kami ada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-8317866714473045907?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6244584464138444551</id><published>2010-07-28T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T04:27:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"I WISH I AM IN THE PAST"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is many things i wish i didn't do ,didn't say or even look a glance .the previous mistake ,it can be small as the ant or  big as an elephant but nothing can compare to the regretful feeling i had tightly in my chest now.let say ,when you were younger ,you were such a very stubborn and rebel kid .you had a wild party with your-so-cool-friends ,you got drunk and pass out on that very night. you mad as hell when your parents grounded and locked you in your room for your misbehave .you get so high ,when the person you admire the most ask you out for a date without knowing he did the same to your friends .you lie to a person who was being supernice to you ,just to be in popular-girl-circle .then ,you let yourself to be such a stupid ,as long as you are in .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it may sound familiar ,right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah ,it seem familiar to me ,you ,her ,him and they .teenager year ,was the toughest one ,yet the feeling to explore everything came across our mind .we want to look cool ,we want to wear those racy clothes just to feel sexy ,we want to put those dolly make up like we saw on celebrities ,then we felt ugly and angry when it never look pretty as it should .but once we was so stupid ,trying so hard to let others know that we had a growing process from kids to a more mature one .as if ,they don't understand what we want them to see ,instead they already know rightly before us ever think about it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then ,when i turn 21 ,i started to think what i've had done in the past was quite ridiculous and out of the box .it may come to a thousand sigh ,but there is nothing i can do to fix things up or even say sorry to myself and the people i hurt .because it takes a while ,to realize how bad things will turn out if i done this and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by this time ,&lt;/span&gt;i just wanna scream that "i wish i wasn't myself right now and i wish i could be her now who  had a great man beside her ,whom working so hard at the beginning just to be as lucky as she is now "&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still learn to love myself, cause i feel dumb .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/832422034686256049-6244584464138444551?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6244584464138444551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6244584464138444551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6244584464138444551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6244584464138444551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish.html' title='i wish ........'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-30342268919234909</id><published>2010-07-23T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:56:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>masalah sejagat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang 2 minggu kat Melaka ni ,i betul-betul macam tak ada mood .kadang-kadang member buat lawak bodo pun i blur je ,orang tegur i pun kadang-kadang i senyap sebab macam tak dapat berfikir nak cakap apa balik .time dalam kelas ,lecturer ajar ,kepala i blank dan fikiran macam melayang ke tempat lain .banyak mende nak fikir ,banyak un-settle problem .konflik dengan diri sendiri tak jumpa2 penyelesaian lagi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin juga kerana i terlampau suka berfikiran jauh ,like kalau i buat mende ni ,apa yang akan berlaku next .orang lain cakap ,bagus kalau sentiasa fikir panjang dan ke depan .tapi diorang tak tahu ,ia membebankan kadang-kadang .sometime mende yang tak logik pun ,i akan fikir repeatedly dari kelas pukul 8 sampai pukul 6 .lecturer pun kadang-kadang ajar tak engat dunia ,dalam tak sedar semua student online Facebook dalam kelas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya ,sistem pembelajaran kat UTeM ni pun dah lebih kurang macam kat UTM dan i rasa macam ada kat UTM je .terserempak dengan member-member UTM kat UTeM untuk intake baru pun ada ,diorang tegur and borak-borak tapi i tak cakap banyak ,sebab i lupa nama diorang .kalau tanya nama ,nanti diorang terasa pulak i tak engat nama diorang .terpaksa lah cari inisiatif lain .i nak say sorry la if you all terbaca entry i neh ,i betul2 lupa jadi bila jumpa lepas neh tolong kenalkan diri ,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tuh ,nak tukar line Streamyx pun satu hal .macam2 masalah dari nak bayar bil sampai la pasal nak tukar address baru .dengan kemunculan seorang perempuan yang agak2 kurang ajar ,eh eh memang dah jatuh ke kategori kurang ajar ,masih tak faham bahasa dengan hint diberi .apa ke lembap sangat ,konon la dulu cakap berapi yang you ni hebat sebab kononnya diploma dari tempat hebat .tapi tak hebat mana pun ,perasan je lebih .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heboh pula katanya ,ada beberapa kerat manusia ni yang tak suka dengan i .padahal dengan diorang sepatah haram pun i tak pernah cakap .lagi nak cakap i ni berlagak dan segala macam negatif .hey ,you kenal ke siapa i nak main cakap2 belakang ,cakap depan2 la i nak tengok .tapi i tahu you takkan buat sebab you pengecut ,apa punya manusia la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah la ,nak cerita panjang lagi ,i dah tak ada mood .sampai sini je la .bye .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-30342268919234909?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/30342268919234909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=30342268919234909&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/30342268919234909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/30342268919234909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/07/masalah-sejagat.html' title='masalah sejagat'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7434021402304073308</id><published>2010-07-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:50:14.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"single" or "in a relationship ?"</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/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TESBtm2PTiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Eycbvb7lxXI/s1600/P5210225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TESBtm2PTiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Eycbvb7lxXI/s320/P5210225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495660065820986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lu ingat ,buat muka bapok macam ni boleh market ah ?ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring nya kadang-kadang hidup sebagai orang yang berstatus "single" dan bagi orang yang "in a relationship" akan beri statement tipikal macam neh "single lagi best ,sebab bebas" .bukan semua tapi mostly la .dan ini menyebabkan i rasa meluat pula jadinya .kalau dah rasa tak bebas sangat ,you putus la sekarang .tengok ada berani tak ?i berani cakap you tak nak lah .sebab nanti bila dah break ,dah tak ada orang nak tanya you pegi makan kat mana ,ada dengan siapa ,nak keluar ke tak weekend neh .betul tak ?jangan nak tipu i la ,i pun pernah ada boyfriend la hahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pastuh kan bila jadi single neh ,jalan-jalan kat tempat yang dulu jadi tempat favorite terus perasaan jadi macam menjunam jatuh ,macam percubaan bunuh diri dari tingkat 61 .lepas tu ,bila nak lintas jalan pun rasa sedih sebab tak ada orang nak tolong tolehkan kiri dan kanan ,bukan sebab tak ada kepala sendiri tapi rasa dihargai bila ada orang yang bimbang kita mati  kena langgar dengan lori ,bas ,kereta ,beca dan basikal .dan kalau dah dilamun cinta ,tak sah kalau tak tengok wayang kan ?kalau masa berkasih sayang dulu ,tempat duduk clear jek sebab pop corn ,bekas air ,purse ,handphone semua campak kat orang sebelah tapi sekarang bila tengok ngan kawan2 you engat senang2 ke boleh campak segala mende kat diorang .silap2 hari bulan you yang jadi tong sampah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;orang yang single ini jugalah yang selalu dilabel sebagai "jual mahal" dan "terlalu memilih" .pada i tak salah untuk demand bila tiba pada soal hati dan perasaan .ikut suka you la kalau you suka perempuan yang tak pakai tudung ke ,perempuan yang suka pakai skirt ke ,suka pakai baju kurung ke ,lelaki metrosexual ke ,laki yang cool ke ,yang hensem ke .sebab itu adalah hak kita sebagai "pengguna manusia" untuk pilih mana-mana yang kita rasa berkenan dan sesuai .dan bagi jual mahal pula ,you ingat ni pasar borong siam ke main jual2 orang .berdosa tau .huh .tak nak cakap panjang la ,nanti i emo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kesimpulannya ,hargai lah orang yang menyanyangi you .dan jangan lah menidakkan status you ,kalau dah memang you telah di"owned" ,jangan la nak menggedik sangat cakap you available la ,bujang tra tang tang la ,single mingle la ,tade orang nak la ,tak leh bagi commitment laa .terus rasa nak makan mayonese sebab i memang alergik dengan mayonese ,bila makan mayonese boleh muntah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mesti you all tertanya-tanya kan kenapa tiba-tiba i buat entry emo macam ni .sebab i sekarang tengah emo bila nampak restoran The Garden baru bukak ,tapi tak ada boyfriend nak pegi sana .ada siapa2 nak ?ahahha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7434021402304073308?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7434021402304073308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7434021402304073308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7434021402304073308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7434021402304073308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/07/single-or-in-relationship.html' title='&quot;single&quot; or &quot;in a relationship ?&quot;'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TESBtm2PTiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Eycbvb7lxXI/s72-c/P5210225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3572876319946220338</id><published>2010-07-16T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:33:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unsaid melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 315px" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs280.ash1/20761_1315953972647_1044659730_30960396_4788748_n.jpg" width="288" height="452" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;berada dalam situasi baru atau tempat baru ,kadang-kadang memberikan kepuasan ,ada masa membebankan .according to i punya life experience ,no matter how you try to run or hide yourself away from people you know ,the nearer it will .katakan lah yang you ,baru saja masuk tempat kerja baru .dekat tempat kerja tu ada seorang perempuan/lelaki yang mana ,first day you masuk dia dah tegur you ,ajak you keluar makan dan get to know you better .then ,you tell her/him sebab apa you transfer dari tempat kerja lama ke tempat baru .in the end ,you found out yang kawan baru you ini adalah mutual kepada kawan you di tempat kerja lama .this situation is quite typical kan ?tak kira lah you ni anak kepada pasangan jolie pitt ke ,kawan kepada anak tan sri ke atau seorang selebriti .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another situation pula macam you ada history dengan someone ,i mean not a good one .but people around you didn't know a thing bout the present situation .apa yang mereka tahu ,you dengan si A tetap macam dulu ,instead everything was turn the other way around .dan mereka masih bertanya perkara yang sama ,talking about the same old things .lepas tuh ,terus rasa macam nak lempang orang yang tanya tu kan ?logically itu bukan salah mereka-mereka tetapi silap kita yang kadang-kadang lebih merasa selesa di zon "berahsia" daripada "berterus-terang" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalau terlampau berterus terang ,ada kalanya nampak macam kita memburukkan the other parties .but when we try to cover them up ,it do looks like we are the one whom to be blamed for .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sebab tuh ,ada pepatah mengatakan "sometime ,there's a thing better left unsaid" .&lt;/span&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/832422034686256049-3572876319946220338?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3572876319946220338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3572876319946220338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3572876319946220338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3572876319946220338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/07/unsaid-melody.html' title='unsaid melody'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3309442694832975093</id><published>2010-07-09T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:24:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 223px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/BLOG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 THINGS I HAD ,IN BETWEEN DAY AND  NIGHT :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1)the world are getting colder ,the parents  grow older ,the lovers had happily married ,the dead leaves soon to be  dust .everything that begin ,must come to an end .no matter if it good  to you but not good for her ,would be better for him but too bad for  them and the list go on and on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2)there is no guarantee if today i stand in  a safe zone ,next day to come i still there .i might got hit by the bus  ,brutally murdered by the unknown person or i'm sitting on the bench  counting on my restless life  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3)am i Athazagoraphobia ?am i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chrometophobia ?am i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kenophobia ?am i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Metathesiophobia ? whatever i had in my soul ,it just me trying  to deal with it .some may go away and some will stay permanently in my  chest .wanna give me a hand ?that is far too kind ,my dear .i just need  some spaces ,teaching myself of not being too realiable.we do not call  it arrogant ,but it is overwhelming when grabbing and dragging others  into our issues and problems .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4)stop satisfying  others ,while you suffer and stand in a blank mind .life is just too  beautiful and too short to waste for .now ,look at your hand and did you  see the line on your palm hands ?i believe ,every lines shows a  different story .i'm not a fortune teller ,but trust me ,if you try to  make yourself better then you feel relief .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5)i  should stop making others laugh who just laugh when i laugh and left me  when i only got a small fate in the emptiness . because it is too  painful to be strong  and too weak to hold on too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)i don't want to lose and let go anyone  that i love and care about especially family and friends .probably ,that  is the answer why ,i rather be in a small circle than a million faces .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;every night  ,i tell myself to wave proudly when they are ready to say goodbye  because the golden beneath their gone still unrevealed an too valuable  to say with a loud words .letting them go ,isn't synonym of "no-love"  yet "it is better to leave ,then they sit for nothing" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3309442694832975093?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3309442694832975093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3309442694832975093&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3309442694832975093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3309442694832975093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-things-i-had-in-between-day-and-night.html' title=''/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1944393085866590530</id><published>2010-07-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:02:29.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cakap senang ,buat lain .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/popopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/popopo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you all boleh cakap i emo .you all boleh cakap i neh sensitif .you all boleh cakap i berlagak .dan you all boleh cakap semua benda yang berbentuk negatif pasal i .sebab semua orang atas muka bumi atau yang bawak kapal terbang kat awan biru tuh punya ciri dan personaliti yang berbeza .kita mungkin boleh cakap ,yang si senget dan si rata tuh berkawan baik sebab selalu pakai warna baju sama hari-hari pergi kelas .tapi you all tahu ke time keluar tengok wayang diorang pakai warna baju yang sama ke tak ? .ingat ,you all tak boleh assume diorang dah tidak berbaik-baik bila suatu hari si senget pakai baju hitam dan si rata pakai baju kelabu tahi anjing sebab apa yang membezakan adalah hati budi dan cara pembawakan diri mereka .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you all boleh kata feshe sende emo sebab suka tengok cekerama hari sabtu dekat tv3 sebab kebanyak kannya berbentuk keinsafan ,so lepas tuh feshe sende boleh menangis sebab terharu dengan ending yang si hero mati demi si heroine .tapi you all tak tahu ,yang i selalu sebak bila tengok peserta America Next Top Model tersingkir sebab gambar tak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile with the eyes&lt;/span&gt; macam yang selalu Tyra Bank pesan.kalau logiknya ,ANTM tu tak menggambarkan langsung ciri2 yang boleh menimbulkan perasaan terharu ,yang kita tahu dalam tu  memaparkan model yang kerempeng semata-mata buat macam2 pose and lepas tuh banyak catfight .contra kan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inilah yang dikatakan sebagai "rambut sama hitam tapi hati lain-lain" .yang mana pada mata kasarnya kita nampak sama ,tapi bila kita cuba faham baru kita tahu apa yang kita lihat adalah lain dari yang sepatutnya .sebab itu jugak la ramai yang cakap tak ada orang lain yang dapat ubah diri kita melainkan diri kita sendiri .kita jangan berlakon baik ,best and hebat semata sebab nak suruh orang suka kita .tapi &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buatkan orang lain suka kita ,sebab kita suka diri kita .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;faham tak apa yang i cuba maksudkan ?maksudnya jangan cuba samakan atau menyamakan diri kita atau seseorang dengan orang lain .sebab setiap kita adalah unik dan satu .tak ada lah you ,i ,dia or mereka akan dilabel sebagai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TYPICAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1944393085866590530?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1944393085866590530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1944393085866590530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1944393085866590530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1944393085866590530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/07/cakap-senang-buat-lain.html' title='cakap senang ,buat lain .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1771423292750386361</id><published>2010-06-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:11:52.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EH EH ,ANNOYING NYE AWAK !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.f-up.net/annoying/pics/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.f-up.net/annoying/pics/orange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saya terbayangkan ini ,bila awak buat annoying macam tu haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pernah tak awak rasa satu perasaan yang sangat annoying bila awak nampak sesuatu .macam kalau perempuan yang cantik ,kaya ,cerdik mesti dapat lelaki yang setanding dengan dia yang kaya ,pastuh handsome pastuh cerdik sampai dapat tajaan belajar luar negara .tapi lagi rasa annoying bila orang cakap orang yang hodoh biasanya akan ditemukan dengan orang yang lawa .terus i cakap "ye ye ! yeyy !nanti dapat boyfriend hensem" tapi lepas tuh terus sedih balik sebab nanti orang cakap i tak cantik .macam mana tu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rasa macam betul jugak .hari tuh i sangat rasa annoying bila i bukak folder picture dalam hp cousin i ,dan you guess what ! guess what ?!die still simpan gambar i dengan ex i masa i dekat UTM dulu yang boleh kira dah berzaman benda tu kan .i tanya ,kenapa mesti simpan ?i tahu lah i yang mms pic tu sebab teruja ada boyfriend masa tu ,tapi perlu ke simpan yang mana i pun dah delete gambar2 tu ?hahaha .nak tahu tak apa jawapan dia ?dia cakap sebab ex i tuh comel pastuh handsome pastu cool ,haaa memang la i tak nafikan yang dia hensem dan comel dan kacak dan lawa dan sebagainya lah dengan piercing nye .omg! memang rasa macam jatuh cinta lagi sekali bila tengok gambar tu dan sebab itu ia wajib di delete .tapi jap jap ,sebab die hensem maka i adalah yang hodohnya .alaa ,ni yang i tak suka ni .hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayla ,i bukan nak bercerita pasal ex i ,tapi tajuk utama adalah pasal annoying .begitulah i rasa macam mana annoying nya i bila ada yang suka sangat post post something kat facebook yang kadang-kadang nak beritahu semua orang yang bagaimana diorang bangga jadi anak orang kaya ,jadi orang cantik ,teruja mereka bila selalu dikaitkan dengan golongan-golongan gleme ,menunjuk-nunjuk dengan harta mak bapak diorang lepastuh macam nak bagitau semua orang apa aktiviti diorang dari pagi sampai malam .i pernah jugak bagitahu i nak pergi mana tapi sekali je la sehari .ini tak ,pegi sarapan dekat McD pun nak bagitau .kalau awak pegi sarapan kat Tiffany tu memang saya rasa teruja dan terus rasa nak jadi kawan baik awak .haha .lepas tu nak jugak bagitahu yang dia pergi bersalam dengan artis tu artis ni .lepas tu bila upload gambar dengan artis ,caption terus macam nak excited je macam baik sangat dengan artis tu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bukan nak cakap i jealous ,tapi kalau &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; memang betul .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1771423292750386361?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1771423292750386361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1771423292750386361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1771423292750386361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1771423292750386361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/06/saya-terbayangkan-ini-bila-awak-buat.html' title='EH EH ,ANNOYING NYE AWAK !!!!!'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3979941304543566329</id><published>2010-06-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:10:05.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayat i dah macam orang tua sekarang :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC00792-Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 251px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/DSC00792-Copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hermes.hrc.ntu.edu.tw/lctd/comp/novel_film/images/palmers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mereka berkasih sayang bagai dunia ini mereka yang punya .makan bersama ,tengok movie bersama ,belajar bersama boleh kata semua benda nak bersama .pada awalnya semuanya mesti nak nampak manis saja ,yang pahit cepat-cepat sorok dalam kocek baju .bila ada yang berubah ,hati beralih arah ,pandangan mata dialih kepada pelosok lain maka dua dunia akan kelihatan .masa ni baru sedar rupa-rupanya ramai orang di luar sana ,sedang asyik dalam lingkungan dan tenggelam dalam dunia khayalan semata yang dicipta sendiri ,ruginya 6 peratus waktu hayat tersia-sia tanpa diisi macam tu sahaja .belum meneroka masa depan lagi ,baru di garisan bermula .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inilah umpamanya bagi orang yang dalam tempoh berkasih sayang .jangan salah anggap maksud i ,ada juga yang selamat sampai ke garisan penamat tapi i berani cakap 23 peratusnya gagal dan terpaksa cuba lagi sekali ,yang bernasib baik cubaan kedua akan berjaya tapi yang sebaliknya sampai ke usia emas masih mencari tapi tak mengapa masih ada harapan macam dalam cerita Love In The Time Of Cholera yang mana watak utama nya seorang lelaki menunggu cinta seorang wanita selama hampir 50++ dan pernah bersama-sama dengan beratus-ratus wanita akhirnya berjaya mendapatkan kembali wanita yang pertama menarik perhatiannya .romantik kan ?tapi i tak percaya mana ,sebab dalam dunia betul jarang-jarang ada .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bagaimana pula dengan pasangan yang sibuk berkasih sayang tapi akhirnya salah seorang bertemu watak baru dan watak lama ditinggalkan tanpa alasan dan tanpa sebab .semua berakhir dalam bisu ,mungkin yang meninggalkan telah bahagia dan melupakan yang ditinggalkan atau sebenarnya si meninggalkan hanya hendak menguji yang ditinggalkan dan tidak mendapat apa apa respon sebab yang ditinggalkan ini ego dia sama level dengan yang meninggalkan .akhirnya siapa rugi ?dua-dua pun rugi pada pendapat i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apa yang i nak cakap cuba menghargai orang yang menghargai kita dan once i pernah cakap pada kawan i yang kita "jangan tinggalkan orang yang sayang kita bila dah jumpa orang yang kita sayang " .i bukan nak cakap i terlampau expert sebab i pun tak terlalu berpelajaran dalam hal ini ,tapi dari cerita-cerita yang i pernah dengar dari dia ,kamu ,mereka atau pun you yang sedang membaca ini begitulah lebih kurangnya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now i find it quite interesting about 99 fact about guy dan 100 fact about women yang i googled hari tuh .boleh dipercayai ke fact tu ?i rasa macam ada yang boleh percaya jugak .try you all google and bagi pendapat you all pasal fact tu and entry i di ruang comment .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks ,reader .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3979941304543566329?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3979941304543566329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3979941304543566329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3979941304543566329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3979941304543566329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/06/ayat-i-dah-macam-orang-tua-sekarang.html' title='ayat i dah macam orang tua sekarang :)'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2007880557941247635</id><published>2010-06-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:06:50.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't have to roll the dice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/IMG01023-20100614-1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/IMG01023-20100614-1227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i824.photobucket.com/albums/zz170/LaurenMyDarling/photography-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"we don't have to roll the dice ,if we know what we really want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalau ini jalan yang kita pilih ,make sure we bear the concequences .kalau itu yang terbaik ,make sure we live good in it .kalau itu yang membahagiakan ,make sure we tag a joy along .kalau itu lah yang dikatakan takdir ,make sure it will ended happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan menangis atau sedih andai once kita buat wrong decision ,we gotta keep move on sebab i ataupun you takkan tahu apa yang bakal berlaku .kita mungkin mati sewaktu kita melakukan perkara yang paling kita suka dan mungkin kita akan sentiasa tersenyum walaupun bersama orang-orang yang tidak memahami kita sebaiknya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak insiden2 yang kadang2 kita fikir takkan berlaku pada kita tapi akan berlaku juga .i selalu fikir orang yang paling dekat dengan i adalah orang yang paling care pasal i ,but in the end it prove me wrong .sama sahaja macam kita anggap orang yang cantik itu berhati baik dan pembersih dan orang yang hitam dan comot adalah sebaliknya .ini lah yang kita panggil takdir yang mana lebih senang kita cakap journey kita yang telah di-plan-ed well sekali oleh yang Maha Esa .ada masa kita di bawah dan ada masa di atas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happen in few day ,i hidup dalam ketakutan dan bimbang akan kehilangan sesuatu tapi kadang2 ada certain perkara yang tak dapat kita selamatkan daripada berlaku terutamanya diri kita sendiri .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya ada satu ubat untuk ketakutan ,iaitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KEBERANIAN&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2007880557941247635?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2007880557941247635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2007880557941247635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2007880557941247635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2007880557941247635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-have-to-roll-dice.html' title='you don&apos;t have to roll the dice'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-4294152139144610391</id><published>2010-06-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:02:44.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i akan cuba yang terbaik untuk diri i dan orang lain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i tau perjalanan i masih jauh ,dan i akan face it someday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bagaimana rasanya hidup kalau sentiasa berada di zon selamat ?tidak bersedia untuk menghadapi dan berhadapan dengan apa2 risiko .tidak pernah berfikir macam mana rasanya apabila sepasang kaki yang digunakan untuk berjalan ini patah dalam satu kemalangan ngeri ,bagaimana perasaan bila tiba2 diserang strok yang menyebabkan lumpuh sepanjang hayat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramai yang melihat hidup kita ini ,dari satu perspektif sahaja dan hanya memberat sebelah kepada yang positif dan baik2 .sedari kita telah dikurniakan akal untuk membezakan baik buruk serta pro and cons .tapi tak dimanfaatkan semaksimumnya yang mana lebih menakutkan ia digunakan seminimumnya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak boleh ada susah sikit ,semuanya hendak senang dan ikut kemahuan .kalau ada satu juta orang sekeliling kita ,mampu ke kita puaskan hati semua orang ?contohnya macam situasi di bawah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A:eh boleh ambik i kat stesen bas petang nanti ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;B:macam tak boleh je ,i ada meeting and i nak siapkan paperwork untuk next project and maybe i stay office sampai malam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A:alaa ,habis tu macam mana i nak balik rumah i ?tak boleh ke you pick up sekejap lepas habis meeting ,then you pegi office balik .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;B:you boleh naik bas,lrt or taxi kan ?senang nak dapat pun area situ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A:i tak pernah naik dan tak tahu .lagipun i takutlaaa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;B:you kan dah lama duduk sini ,kenalah sesuaikan diri .kena berdikari .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A:kalau macam tu tak pe laa ,i suruh kawan i yang lain ambilkan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam apa jek kan si "A" ni kan ?i tak kata yang i ni hebat sangat boleh fit in dalam situation apa sekali pun ,but at least i try .dan i dengan bangganya nak cakap yang i dapat survive dari umur 13 sampailah 22 dari dungun ke terengganu ke kuantan ke kuala lumpur dan akhirnya di melaka ,which yang pada mulanya i tak kenal sapa sapa dan start from zero .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sama je kan situasi kita ,tapi cara kita handle yang membezakan kita,kan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-4294152139144610391?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4294152139144610391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=4294152139144610391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4294152139144610391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4294152139144610391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-akan-cuba-yang-terbaik-untuk-diri-i.html' title='i akan cuba yang terbaik untuk diri i dan orang lain'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5367723591657956112</id><published>2010-06-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:33:12.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!! entry panjang dan tolong baca sebab saya perlu kan pandangan anda :)</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/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TA9sROg3OqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GorRuGNZD_M/s1600/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TA9sROg3OqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GorRuGNZD_M/s320/pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480718314742692514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i tengah bingung ,ok gambar webcam memang buruk macam ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;time duduk goyang-goyang kaki kat rumah ni atau kata mak i "lepas tengok TV masuk bilik mengadap laptop ,lepas tu keluar then malam baru balik ,lepas tu masuk bilik bukak laptop tengok gambar baju ,kasut and handbag" ,aih macam bosan hidup i kan tapi i suka juga kadang-kadang .ok ,macam ni sebenarnya i nak tanya la opinion you all perlu ke budak2 kecil ditanya apa cita2 diorang besar nanti .i rasa tak payah kot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;contoh nya i ,dulu kalau masa sekolah rendah dalam buku log kelab kena tulis biodata ,masa tu i pilih kelab BI sebab kelab tu ada banyak aktiviti lepas tu ada nyanyi2 .kelab lain tak best ,muka cikgu yang ajar serius semacam je .lepas tu kan dekat biodata tu ada tanya cita2 .i pun tulis nak jadi pramugari ,ok bukan satu ada lagi .nak jadi penyanyi ok bukan dua ada lagi, model .what the ?what the ?macam kelakar kan ?memang kelakar pun .lepas tu kan masa darjah 2 ,kelas i sesi petang .pagi2 dapat tengok wanita hari ini .masa tu ,dia ada byk jenis WHI ni ,hari ahad segmen lain ,isnin segmen lain dan begitu juga hari2 lain .favorite i hari selasa ,sebab ada segmen suasana .dalam segmen tuh ada pasal design ,kecantikan ,fesyen dan i macam teruja gila .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;pastuh ayah i yang baik hati ni kan selalu bagi i hadiah eh eh bukan hadiah pun ,masa tu ayah i still kerja dengan company Esso ,so every year akan diberi planner .you tahu tak apa yang i buat dengan planner tu ?i lukis design baju ,dan berlagak kononya i fashion designer .i tahu tak cantik mana pun tapi tu la i kuat berangan ,macam2 baju i lukis dalam tu dan i rasa buruk gila kot tapi i rasa macam bangga sangat dapat lukis macam tuh ,bawak pegi skolah kawan2 cakap CANTEK nye CANTEKnye .i macam OMG ! .haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;adik i pun sangat kecil dan comel masa tuh dan sekarang pun masih cantek gila ahah ,dan dia adalah model baju2 i .i guna kain2 tudung yang i ada untuk bawak pergi mengaji quran ,sepit rambut dan kerongsang untuk pakaikan dekat adik i dan dijadikan baju design by i .kreatif tak i ?ok tak kreatif sebab adik i buas macam apa je ,selang 5 minit akan tertanggal dan by that time sangat rugi sebab tak ada camera :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;you all jangan tak tahu ,zaman sekolah i pandai tau, selalu dapat hadiah 1-5 untuk kedudukan dalam kelas bagi exam akhir tahun tapi mak ayah i jarang datang sebab ayah kerja and mak tak tahu bawak kereta sebagai balasan parents wajib bagi hadiah .i minta ayah i belikan i sepasang heels and i ingat lagi color apa ,color gold dan i rasa macam paris hilton ,eh eh paris hilton dah femes eh tahun 1996 ?ahhha .suka sangat sampai dalam rumah pun pakai heels and petang2 paksa mak ngan ayah duduk kat beranda dengar i nyanyi sambil pakai heels .i nyanyi lagu sape ?idola i la ziana zain dengan ella .hihihi .pastuh kan i sedih sekarang sebab i tak pandai macam dulu2 .ahhah .kalau tak ,dapat mintak hadiah yang lagi extravaganza dari ayah i hahaha ,wishlist pun makin up kan kan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;entah macam mana bila dapat tawaran masuk sekolah berasrama masa form 1 pastuh sekolah agama pulak tuh ,impian i pada dunia hiburan terkubur macam tu jek .pastuh start lah cita2 macam budak2 sekolah yang typical sekarang ,nak jadi doktor pula .YA ALLAH ,macam tak masuk akal kan ?dah lah tak pandai matematik selalu dapat C mana ada orang nak ambik masuk asrama penuh dengan subjek sains nye .i tak pandai buat kesimpulan eksperimen pastuh selalu je ada nasib malang ,tabung uji pecah ,sisip kaca pecah ,bukak penunu bunsen pun payah dan tak dapat lupa cecair iodin pernah masuk mata kawan i ,siap kena bawak pegi hospital lagi .iodin tuh masuk mata sebab pecah masa buat eksperimen apa entah yang ada kaitan ngan alkali ,asid semua tu kot .ingat i tipu eh ?tanya la kawan baik i ,&lt;a href="http://mairaadreanna.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;,we all satu kls dari form 1-3 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;then ,habis PMR i terus balik rumah .sampai la hari last ,yang mana semua penghuni hostel wajib balik ,i datang la nak kutip barang2 i dan oh ya sebelum tu kawan i ada call rumah i cakap kena isi borang online untuk asrama penuh tapi i tak cool gila time tu ,sebab i tak pegi pun isi sebab i tahu i bodoh ,sapa nak ambik i .lepas tu ,masuk form 4 i pun pergi lah nak daftar hostel tapi i dalam list KIV ,maknanya i kalau nak duduk hostel bersyarat la kene jumpa PKhem semua ,i sedih kot masa tu sebab terpaksa tumpang bilik kawan sementara nak jumpa PKhem esoknya untuk sain surat akur janji ,ughh ,i nakal time skola dulu ,sekarang tak dah .eh eh ye ke ?haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;pastuh kawan2 i yang pandai2 ramai yang dapat tawaran asrama penuh ,i sedih sangat masa tuh ,dah lah duduk kelas last skali pastuh kelas akaun pulak tuh sebab i dapat 7A je .kelas 1 hingga 6 semua budak2 yang dapat 8A and 9A .kesian i kan ?lepas tu i dapat Teknik Kuantan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;masuk sana terus nak tukar cita2 jadi electronic engineer walaupun i tak pandai subjek tu .masa dekat sana ,i kawan dengan semua jenis orang .yang baik ,jahat ,skema ,laki ,perempuan ,gay ,lesbian ,pengkid ,tomboy  dan sapa2 je laa yang i selesa berkawan .i fikir enjoy je masa tu dan banyak peristiwa berlaku time kat tech dan i malas nak cerita ,yang i nak bagitau pelajaran i sangat jatuh time tuh dan minat i pada belajar dah hilang .in the end ,result SPM i hancurr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;after that ada rezeki masuk UTM untuk diploma dan i meneruskan bidang yang sama ,yang mana lama2 i rasa makin boring dan hilang minat dan sekarang dekat UTeM i ambik degree pula dengan course yang sama dan i rasa nak quit tapi macam tak berbaloi pula walaupun mak ayah i dah bagi green light untuk i berhenti .sebab ayah i cakap ,i dah dewasa enough untuk buat own decision .buat apa yang i rasa i patut buat sebab anything happen i gotta bear all of them by myself in the future .dan sekarang i sedang berfikir tentang keputusan yang sepatutnya yang mana should i quit what i begin at the first place and start a new career iaitu anything yang relate dengan cita2 i masa kecik yang mungkin membuatkan i happy dengan nya atau teruskan apa yang i mulakan dan habiskannya walaupun i kurang gembira tapi memberi jaminan untuk future life i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;i bingung .apa patut i buat ?&lt;/span&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/832422034686256049-5367723591657956112?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5367723591657956112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5367723591657956112&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5367723591657956112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5367723591657956112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/06/warning-entry-panjang-dan-tolong-baca.html' title='WARNING!! entry panjang dan tolong baca sebab saya perlu kan pandangan anda :)'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TA9sROg3OqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GorRuGNZD_M/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3443392102543669921</id><published>2010-06-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:25:07.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad34/AdelineRapon/wbtony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 343px;" src="http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad34/AdelineRapon/wbtony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;apa pendapat you all pasal orang yang selalu bagi alasan "tak boleh nak bagi commitment" ,yang mana sebenarnya diorang nak cakap "sorry la ,i tak berminat dengan semua ni " .for me ,i rasa yang mereka ini sebenarnya seorang pengecut yang takut berhadapan dengan kebenaran atau menggunakan ia sebagai alasan semata-mata .kalau macam tuh i pun nak cakap "i tak boleh nak bagi commitment dengan course yang i ambik sekarang " ,sebenarnya i nak cakap "i lebih suka juggling dengan designer name and handling famous people daripada menghafal rumus engineering yang mengarut yang confirm2 tak guna mana pun time practical ".ughh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;kadang-kadang orang yang bertindak sebagai "pemberi alasan lapuk" ini ,been left with many choices yang mana mereka tak guna dengan sebaik mungkin .in other way around ,mereka tak pernah fikir yang some people out there tak mempunyai pilihan yang mereka ada dan terpaksa menerima rentasan laluan yang telah disediakan tanpa ada peluang untuk meng-design their own path like many others .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;tidakkah bertuah si "pemberi alasan lapuk" ini ?&lt;/span&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/832422034686256049-3443392102543669921?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3443392102543669921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3443392102543669921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3443392102543669921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3443392102543669921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/06/commitment.html' title='commitment'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5320193566123289991</id><published>2010-06-04T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:32:45.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terima kasih</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"senangnya jawapan awak .anyway ,thanks "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5320193566123289991?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5320193566123289991/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3982660175520669540</id><published>2010-05-31T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:02:25.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over my dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs193.snc3/20079_101899753173716_100000610765348_56482_3783161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs193.snc3/20079_101899753173716_100000610765348_56482_3783161_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Photography/Sunsets%20and%20Sunrises/AlaMoanaBeachParkHonoluluOahuHawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;dah ditakdirkan kita tak kan bersama ,dah ditakdirkan kita bukan sehati sejiwa dan dah ditakdirkan kita bukan romeo dan juliet .bila mana diri kita dibuang ,tiada lagi siapa2 untuk mengutip kita ,berdiri bersama dan berlari di tahap laju yang sama .kalau dulu kita berlari seiring ,hari ini you dah sampai di garisan penamat dulu .bila ditanya "kenapa tinggalkan i?" you dengan sambil lewa dan bangga menjawab "ada seorang yang istimewa ,tunggu i di garisan penamat" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;terguris ,terluka dan remuk perasaan seorang perempuan yang bernama "i" ,i teruskan larian ke garisan penamat ,dan sekali lagi i kecewa bila tangan you memegang erat seorang perempuan yang bak bidari ,putih melepak bak snow white ,senyuman dicalit oleh bibir merah bak delima, dan hidung mancung bak parang potong daging .i nampak eksperesi wajah you ,yang you sangat bangga ada seorang kekasih seperti bidadari .tapi tak mengapa ,i pun happy tengok you bahagia walaupun hati i dah bertukar menjadi habuk dan berselerak di merata bumi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;hari ini ,i sekali lagi marah pada diri i kerana terlampau menginginkan you di dalam hidup i ,sedangkan i pada you hanya seorang yang akan sentiasa ada dekat dengan you bila rasa diperlukan dan bukan nya kerana sayang dan perasaan memerlukan i untuk melengkapkan diri you .i sungguh kecewa dengan you ,kerana tidak berani untuk beritahu i perkara sebenar yang i tersangat ingin tahu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;tapi tak mengapa ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;malam ini i berjanji yang i takkan ada lagi untuk you ,kerana you tak memerlukan i di saat you di gunung sana dan jangan fikir you boleh cari i di kaki bukit lagi .kerana sekali i menoleh daripada you ,selamanya i takkan berpatah balik .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan bimbang sebab kali ini ,i betul2 akan pergi .i bukan lagi orang berada di sebelah you ketika you memandu ,i bukan lagi orang yang akan menyentuh rambut you ,i bukan lagi orang pertama yang you akan tanya color apa yang sesuai dengan rambut you ,i takkan cakap lagi apa baju yang perlu you pakai ,i takkan tanya ke mana you akan pergi malam ini dan dengan siapa you keluar , i bukan lagi orang terakhir yang ucapkan selamat malam sebelum you pergi bersama mimpi malam , i takkan tanya lagi samada you sudah bosan dengan i dan i takkan bertanya kenapa pesanan i tidak berjawab selama i menunggu dengan penuh harap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;maaf .i wait for you for too long and here i am standing in a long pause with no answer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;DAN HATI I BENAR-BENAR PECAH SEKARANG .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3982660175520669540?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3982660175520669540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5280557151096905526</id><published>2010-05-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:47:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello stranger ,will you be my friend ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TAFS7I2mf_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/TJ29KRXnpus/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TAFS7I2mf_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/TJ29KRXnpus/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476749797801492466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be my stranger ,will you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;salah ke untuk menjadi seorang yang emosional atau kata nama popular nya emo .selalu nya kita akan dikategorikan sebagai seorang yang emo bila kita start post status yang berbaur emo macam ni kat facebook "kalau itu yang terbaik untuk you ,i rela mengundur diri" ,contoh ye .banyak lagi kata2 lain ,tapi takkan i nak list semua kat sini kann ? .dan juga bukankah status dipost di FB itu bertujuan untuk memberitahu keadaan diri kita sekarang ?jadi i fikir tak salah kot nak emo ke tak emo ke .itu mungkin sebab tak kena atas batang hidung you ,kalau kena kat you pun ,you pun akan rasa galak nak post apa2 yang emo ,kalau tak juga maknanya you neh dah terlebih hormon ceria ,oh ok i dah sound so-emo sekarang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tak kisah you all nak cakap i emo ke apa ,sebab i memang betul2 emo sekarang dan bila orang tanya kenapa emo ,i akan balas dengan ketawa "haha" sebab i tak suka "orang cakap i emo tapi sebenarnya i sedih .entahlah ,i pun sometime payah nak faham diri i ,i nak orang tahu yang i sedih sebab i need shoulder to cry on dan pada masa sama i tak nak orang tahu yang i tengah sedih .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i pernah ceritakan cerita yang menyebabkan i emo ni ,kepada someone yang i barely now ,and  you know what it such a big surprise sebab i feel much better when i talk to someone i barely know than someone who know "too-much-about-me" .barely know ni boleh dikategorikan sebagai someone yang tak tahu berapa adik-beradik kita ,tak tahu kita suka makan apa ,tak tahu parents kita kerja apa senang kata serba serbi tak tahu lah but we feel inside yang they all can be trusted and sentiasa being a place to lean on when we feel, it need to .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so apa pendapat you all tentang menceritakan masalah kepada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;someone we barely know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5280557151096905526?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5280557151096905526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5280557151096905526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5280557151096905526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5280557151096905526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-stranger-will-you-be-my-friend.html' title='hello stranger ,will you be my friend ?'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/TAFS7I2mf_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/TJ29KRXnpus/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3351420393965539698</id><published>2010-05-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:34:24.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saya tak makan orang hahaha :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/lala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;kan dah cakap i tak makan oranggg hahah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;betul ke orang cakap ,yang macam mana ekspresi muka seseorang itu melambang kan bagaimana sifat seseorang itu ? .i 100% cakap salah .tak semesti nya orang yang bermuka berparut-parut jahitan itu adalah kepala gengster yang selalu terlibat dalam kejadian tembak menembak dan rompakan besar-besaran .on positive site maybe dia pernah mengalami accident yang hampir meragut nyawa atau nak lebih tragis muka dia digigit anjing yang ada sawan gila babi .hahah .dah laaa ,i terlebih imagine pulak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tak semestinya kalau muka masam tuh bermakna dia seorang yang sombong pastu berlagak lebih and  nak berkawan dengan orang2 cool jek .salah sama sekali .tapi itulah yang orang selalu cakap kat i dan mungkin juga pada youu .and pernah sekali i kena sound macam ni by a guy "kau mana nak kawan dengan orang macam kitaorang .kau join dengan geng2 artis and model je" .hah ?what's that ? boleh bilang ngan jari kot brapa orang artis ngan model je i friend with eh eh jap japp .ada ke ehh ?haha lantaklahh hahah .i bukan anak datin or anak orang kaya mana pun sampai orang berebut nak make friend dengan i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the truth is ,i'm not that bad ,i berkawan dengan semua orang ,but when it come to real friend .i'm a bit choosy .maklumlah orang sekarang bukan boleh pakai sangat ,depan pijak semut tak mati then belakang pijak gajah pun hancurr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kesimpulannya ,if you bump into me kat mana-mana pun just say "HI" .it would be nice ,i bukan makan orang pun hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3351420393965539698?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3351420393965539698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3351420393965539698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3351420393965539698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3351420393965539698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/saya-tak-makan-orang-hahaha.html' title='saya tak makan orang hahaha :)'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7900811269465421261</id><published>2010-05-23T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T03:42:37.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can we work it out ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.global14.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/ALEXMCQ10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.global14.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/ALEXMCQ10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.watoday.com.au/lifestyle/fearclothing/mcqueen_shoes_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 248px;" src="http://blogs.watoday.com.au/lifestyle/fearclothing/mcqueen_shoes_600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olsen-twins-news.com/show/aed8c4c19b428f95c2089eabc7874065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.olsen-twins-news.com/show/aed8c4c19b428f95c2089eabc7874065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.global14.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/ALEXMCQ10.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.louloumagazine.com/withenshaw/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/mcqueen-shoes-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chocolatecake.thepop.com/files/2010/01/vogue-alexander-mcqueen-shoes-sp09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 395px;" src="http://chocolatecake.thepop.com/files/2010/01/vogue-alexander-mcqueen-shoes-sp09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i know it is fabalous ,but can we walk in that shoes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;yesterday i bought a pair of hot pink plus black color high heel .ya ,it's been a while i tak pakai heels sebab dekat UTeM ni macam hell yeah je nak pakai heels sebab the area quite big berbanding UTMKL lepas tuh time lab je kena pakai kasut .dulu payah sangat nak tengok i pakai flip flop or flat pump ,semua sandal/shoes nak tinggi sahaja and i dulu big fan of wedges .kalau susun sandal dekat rak kasut ,kasut i lah yang paling tinggi plus striking color and design .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;you all ingat those supermodel/celebrity selesa ke pakai those heels yang mana kadang2 like 15cm++ .i berani cakap 89% person cakap diorang tak selesa .if tanya mana2 perempuan semua ada simpan hajat pakai designer punya line macam yang memang kita sedia tahu Alexander Mcqueen famous dengan various design yang pelik2 dan kadang tak terfikir akan wujud design macam tuh .but the truth is ,it is a fact baby .kalau tengok model2 kerempeng runaway diorang selalu mengenakan heels ,couture dress ,extreme make up and crazy hair do because they got to ,sebab itu lah punca rezeki mereka2 in the name of Fashion World .then ,kita ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;i bukan nak bercerita panjang pasal dunia fashion sebab i tahu you all boleh google sendiri or read thru mag .i nak bercerita tentang keselesaan .bila kita pakai flat pump atau flip flop kita akan rasa lebih selesa ,senang nak berjalan juga rasa lebih secure .risiko untuk dagu atau punggung landing atas tanah pun agak kecil la .tapi kita akan mudah dikategorikan sebagai selekeh ,tak kena tempat or kalau perempuan akan nampak a bit boyish if tak kena dengan pakaian .kalau pakai heels ,orang akan memberikan gambaran bahawa kita seorang perempuan yang selalu uptodate ,bold ,edgy ,sexy ,cantik ,sophisticated ,pandai bergaya ,berkerjaya dan sebagainya .apa yang mereka tidak nampak adalah tahap kesihatan si pemakai ,yang mana boleh menyebabkan sakit belakang jika memakai kasut tumit tinggi dalam tempoh masa yang lama .see everything ada pros and cons .&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;so ,i nak tanya pendapat you all ,you all prefer nak jadi si pemakai flat pump yang mana selesa dengan their own skin and willing to take risk bout what people say about you or si pemakai heels yang mana luarannya nampak best dan sangat seronok tapi inside of you ,Allah sahaja yang tahu .&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br? then="" got="" me="" thinking="" kalau="" tanya="" mana2="" perempuan="" semua="" pasang="" impian="" nak="" designer="" shoes="" for="" example="" alexander="" mcqueen="" punya="" design="" mana="" kita="" tahu="" sangat="" unik="" rare="" custom="" jarang="" ada="" orang="" baru="" nampak="" cool="" cantik="" dapat="" dinafikan="" tapi="" those="" selebriti="" selesa="" ke="" stilletos="" yang="" kadang="" sampai="" 18="" cm="" tu="" no="" tak="" rasa="" comfortable="" langsung="" in="" other="" words="" a="" trend="" or="" they="" just="" need="" to="" dress="" that="" way="" well="" you="" know="" on="" the="" runaway="" supermodel="" pakai="" couture="" clothes="" extreme="" face="" make="" up="" and="" crazy="" hair="" do="" it="" all="" under="" fashion="" label=""&gt;JADI APA KATA AWAK ?&lt;/br?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7900811269465421261?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7900811269465421261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7900811269465421261&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7900811269465421261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7900811269465421261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-we-work-it-out.html' title='can we work it out ?'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-4151214130858684369</id><published>2010-05-20T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:29:06.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pendek tak bermakna tiada makna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"finding reasons to hate you more than before&lt;br /&gt;like how you said, you would call&lt;br /&gt;but never at all&lt;br /&gt;got rid off your number&lt;br /&gt;that i know by heart" by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yunalis zarai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dalam tak sedar ,kita adalah seorang manusia kejam yang sangat suka membuat janji dan kita lupakan bila kita rasa tidak diperlukan .kadang2 i terfikir kenapa kita suka membuat janji sedang kan kita tak mampu nak tunaikan dan luar dari kemampuan .i bukan bercakap pasal orang lain sebab i pun sama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ia adalah seolah-olah kita memberi harapan kepada seorang kanak-kanak kecil bahawa Santa Claus itu wujud dan cuma perlu berkelakuan baik ,maka akan diberi hadiah yang diinginkan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"you love to make promises and you love to break them when you feel them useless " Conclusion by zhana zulkifli™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-4151214130858684369?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4151214130858684369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=4151214130858684369&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4151214130858684369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4151214130858684369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/pendek-tak-bermakna-tiada-makna.html' title='pendek tak bermakna tiada makna'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7416948722337560684</id><published>2010-05-17T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:44:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fromspring ,R ,sem break ,ananymous ,galaxy ,admire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/14-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 286px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/14-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;you all engat R suka zombie macam i ?NEVER haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;baru-baru ni i telah menubuhkan ,eh kejap2 .oh my god macam scary je guna menubuhkan ,ok i tukar kepada "created" haha account untuk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;formspring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.well i tahu ,i bukan artis ,i bukan perempuan melecur yang mana dalam satu hari ada dekat 100 orang tanya bermacam-macam soalan kontroversi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;walaupun i bukan artis tapi tetap ada soalan kontroversi tau .haha .the other day ,ada orang tanya sapa yang i admire .and because it is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"anonymous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i pun jawab it started with "R" .and all of sudden people started to ask me about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;who is R ?who is R ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or in Malay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"siapa R di hati anda" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all of them tak tinggal nama ,yang i tahu it is "anonymous" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang lebih menggerunkan lagi ,kawan i cakap mungkin R yang tanya .i was like ,errrr ,how eh if it is really him ? sebab i did a terrible one ,that i ask R to ask question at my formspring ,yang menyebabakan die akan baca soalan2 yang orang lain tanya before pasal R .how stupid am i kan ? ahhaha .a few moment later ,this question come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "what type of guy did u interested"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; .if it is not R ,a huge relief then and if it turn the other way around i should flag my face with "what can i say more " .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalau tanya i ada lagi ke perasaan towards R ,i just say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; .sebab i've waited too long and i rasa tak kan dapat sampai bila2 pun .sebab tu lah bila orang tanya "kau ada admire siapa2" nama R terus popped up sebab memang dah tak ada orang lain yang i boleh fikir ,and his the only one caught my eyes at utem ,eh eh tipu .ahhahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i didn't care much sebab i macam feel sangat-sangat numb sekarang  .dan i malas nak  fikir apa-apa pasal relationship with the  opposite sex  .i just nak relaxkan diri and just let everthing flew with the wind .hahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dah balik rumah biasalah ,banyak kerja ,jumpa kawan-kawan ,sibuk cari duit ,jumpa kekasih lama ,jumpa orang-orang baru ,terserempak dengan schoolmate ,ngadap FB 24/7 ,karoke tak ingat dunia .anything could happened in just a minute .just pray for good .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw ,perbanyakkan pertanyaan di formspring i ,dan if nak tanya lagi pasal R ,sila kan .hahhaha .and you know what ,you might know who he is someday .tapi jangan tanya ada perasaan ke tak sebab i dah cakap i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"ADMIRE" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sahaja ,because he stay in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; galaxy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i didn't got any rocket to lift up my feet from the earth hahahah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care ,readers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7416948722337560684?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7416948722337560684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7416948722337560684&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7416948722337560684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7416948722337560684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/fromspring-r-sem-break-ananymous-galaxy.html' title='fromspring ,R ,sem break ,ananymous ,galaxy ,admire'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6718563254588275990</id><published>2010-05-14T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:27:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hai ,zhana zulkifli !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i tanya dengan jujur apa pendapat you all bila berhadapan dengan orang handsome dan bawak kereta mewah ?mesti macam teruja kan ? .eleh ,jangan nak tipu lah cakap you tak tengok dan lansgung tak judge orang berdasarkan rupa .haha .i rasa normal kot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nak dijadikan cerita the other day ,i pegi suatu tempat dengan family i .tiba-tiba ayah i nampak ada satu gerai jual air jambu asam masin then ayah i berhentikan kereta and mak i turun la untuk beli .lepas tu ,ayah i turunkan skrin nak beritahu mak i beli yang special .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tiba-tiba ada 2 orang manusia lelaki terlibat dalam kejadian beli air jambu asam masin tu .i pun pandang laki tuh ,dan secara spontan i cakap kenapa lelaki muka dia macam ke depan .ok apa maksud ke depan ?i pun tak tahu cam mana nak explain .yang adik i pulak usha yang sorang lagi ,adik i cakap wah cantik mata dia ,lentik bulu mata ,macam mata perempuan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tak semena-mena 2-2 lelaki yang muka agak market tu pandang kami berdua sambil tersenyum hahah  .i was like ,kenapa pandang ,kita kenal ke ? haha .ya Allah ,baru i perasan skrin kereta tak dinaikan ,dan whole our conversation die dengar .i rasa termalu sendiri .haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lepas tuh i pandang belakang ,rupa-rupanya diorang datang naik Honda .i was like oh my god .anak orang kaya rupanya .haha .then ,tak lama lepas tuh .i pergi dari tempat kejadian .hihih .i rasa i kena ubah lah perangai yang suka cakap kuat-kuat dan terlampau berterus terang ,takut berlaku lagi incident ni haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;p/s :suka tak anak orang kaya lepas tu handsome ? ahha .&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/832422034686256049-6718563254588275990?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6718563254588275990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6718563254588275990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6718563254588275990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6718563254588275990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai-zhana-zulkifli.html' title='hai ,zhana zulkifli !!!'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6607858131969523080</id><published>2010-05-11T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:04:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kehilangan semalam ,adalah untuk selama-lamanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"kita kena belajar menjauh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;kita kena belajar menjauh walaupun dekat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;kita dekat tapi sentiasa rasa jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jarak dekat atau jauh kita tetap sama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalau you perasan kita dah tak macam dulu kan ,you sentiasa ada untuk i .kenapa you berubah ?i ada buat salah atau you dah jumpa satu orang yang boleh buat you sentiasa tersengih sampai ke telinga .you pernah kata you selalu tersenyum dengan setiap pesanan ringkas yang i sampaikan pada you .hari ini ,masih sama macam semalam ,2 minggu lepas ,satu bulan lepas ke ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i rasa "tak" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tak mengapa ,i akan jawab tak kisah tapi apa dalam hati ,hanya i yang tahu .sedih ,pedih ,tersisih semua dah jadi satu rasa .you pernah kata kita kena sentiasa nampak gembira walau kita sedih tapi you tahu i tak sekuat you sebab you lelaki dan i perempuan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i bukan "berkepentingan" pun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apa-apa pun "terima kasih" sebab buat i celik dengan teater manusia hari ini .ajar i untuk jadi seorang perempuan yang tabah tapi satu saja kekurangannya .sepanjang masa i bersama you ,you tak pernah ajar i untuk berdikari dan tidak bergantung harap pada orang lain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mungkin itu punca i rasa kehilangan :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6607858131969523080?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6607858131969523080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6607858131969523080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6607858131969523080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6607858131969523080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/kehilangan-semalam-adalah-untuk-selama.html' title='kehilangan semalam ,adalah untuk selama-lamanya'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3173707218164629744</id><published>2010-05-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:44:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you remember ?do you remember ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 211px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 219px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 219px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/3-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 218px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you remember before we left our home aka the last day we live together in the same house ,i just stood there in silent without saying a word at the corner of our house ,near to the sliding door and beside the table we use as iron board .i was looking straightly to a white paper that we sticked to the wall and there were about 40-50 our movies tickets paste on it .suddenly ,staring at it make me feel broken-hearted,crestfallen ,sad,happy  or should i say a "mixed-up-feeling" attacked me like a giant punch in my heart and nearly made it turn to pieces .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you look at me by that time  ,and wondered what was i thinking and what had been lingered in my mind that obviously shown in my face that i was nearly broke into tears .but people ,i'm good at hiding my feeling .especially when i feel like there's no smile should i splash .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at all of those tickets date ,one by one and jump from one to anothers .though it was scattered around ,but i stilll can keep them on track and see the bond created also existed .it got me thinking about how long does it take to turn certain people from good to bad ,from a vibrant to a dull one .i'm not talking bout my mine only ,it is general .if yesterday we are best friend ,tomorrow we are enemy ,that's what i'm trying to say .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started as 3 ,and then the one come by and make us 4 .and then ,we started going up with some others people which sometime we don't know them much .we tried to make some changes .we hang out with your guy friend ,a friend to your guy friend and ,meeting new people or should i say barely known .we did all the things which 3 of us always did  together .from karaoke ,to movie ,to a place where everybody know us there .we try connecting them with our new crew ,sometimes it work and sometime they aren't .you try to fit in with my guy friend and i try to fit in with your guy friend .admitting that it was cool at first to get close with new people and been known out of our range ,but i felt something missing when there a long pause of not going out as 3 .it doesn't feel right ,there's a hollow in there that should be filled in with the love of a friend .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might feel a liltle bit weird about where our mystery fourth go .well she's been  a real slut and we are no longer friend .she shouldn't be a back-stabber if she want to stay as our friend .this is an ugly truth of a friendship .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others might say something  fishy or start talking crap and cacophonous about us of not trying to fit in with anyone around ,we marginalize  because we know what's right and what's wrong .and yes we right ,we started as 3 and ended 3 just like today .hopefully we will still be best friend for the next 20 years or 50 years to come .Insyaallah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3173707218164629744?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3173707218164629744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3173707218164629744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3173707218164629744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3173707218164629744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-remember-do-you-remember.html' title='do you remember ?do you remember ?'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6393124698690741283</id><published>2010-05-05T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:46:20.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FREE SANGAT-SANGAT !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs309.snc3/29057_1398550477508_1044659730_31160820_6195678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 410px; height: 216px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs309.snc3/29057_1398550477508_1044659730_31160820_6195678_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cuti dah bermula .plan untuk spend time dengan sayang-sayang sama jantina ,dah pun diatur .tunggu tengok jadi ke tak jadi .start je cuti sem semua hu-ha-hu-ha pasal nak buat part time job .ada yang cakap macam atas angin je ,ada yang betul .and congrat lah kat dua partner in crime I,shudec and meroh sebab dah dapat keja kan .isk .best la nanti dapat duit ,pastuh nanti new sem semua duit berkepuk dengan ptptn nye ,alaa jeles laa .and diana cakap nak kerja kat kedai buku ,i encourage you pegi tau ,nanti dapat shopping barang-barang online lagik and buat account paypal sama-sama .haha .tinggi kan cita-cita i .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i pulak macam mana ?entah lah .i selalu hangat-hangat tahi ayam je .cakap nak keja ,tapi last last i membungkam je kat rumah tak pun sekali sekala jadi bibik kejap .bukan i buat apa pun sapu lantai dapur lepas mak i masak je ,pastuh bagi makan ikan koi ,tapi cepat2 lari sebab geli tengok ikan koi tuh gerak-gerak dalam air .Ya Allah ,macam bodoh i kan ?memang bodoh pun .hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sekarang i tengah setup BBM untuk Blackberry i .haha .sumpah i tak tahu apa-apa till kawan i mintak num pin nak add i kat BBM .haha .tape tape ,2 month ni i akan cuba menggodam apa yang patut kat Blackberry i after almost 5 month using Blackberry baru nak explore hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ini lah i Zhana Zulkifli yang GILE .hahah :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY FRIENDS !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s :saja buat entry warna-warni sebab nak cakap i FREE sangat ! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6393124698690741283?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6393124698690741283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6393124698690741283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6393124698690741283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6393124698690741283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-free-sangat-sangat.html' title='I FREE SANGAT-SANGAT !!!!'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-8023978181377350843</id><published>2010-04-27T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:24:40.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUYO ! I'M SPEECHLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://malestyleweblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/men2-251x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/dkny-model-presentation-0210-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/dkny-model-presentation-0210-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/ZI/esq-billy-reid-plaid-jacket-021410-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/ZI/esq-billy-reid-plaid-jacket-021410-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/sd/esq-michael-bastian-docs-021610-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 407px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://smashingstyles.com/uploads/2008/12/men-hairstyles-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/fOkSeEXArPDSVReEQOvl1hhiPdytBi32KIo1M0VjktrIqsBHXzTTwpcs7vg1h3rDrAOIousqldURykrxezhHSgNmCSoBRad9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KALAU GAYA AND STOCK STOCK MACAM NEH LALU LALANG KAT MALAYSIA ,MACAM MANA AGAKNYA ? HAHAH .I RASA JEM TERUK KOT ,IF YOU ALL TAK PANDANG LAGIK BEST .BIAR I SORANG JE PANDANG AHAHHA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-8023978181377350843?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8023978181377350843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=8023978181377350843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/8023978181377350843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/8023978181377350843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuyo-im-speechless.html' title='FUYO ! I&apos;M SPEECHLESS'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1628983964287882040</id><published>2010-04-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:15:22.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the tide receeds ,but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sun goes down ,but gentle warmth still lingers in the land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the music stop ,and yet in rechoes on on in sweet refrains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for every joy that passes ,something beautiful remains ."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i enjoyed watching people big joyful moment of their life like married ,giving birth and have a child .everything seems so perfect .seeing my old friend ,holding a guy hand whom is her husband now make me thinking and realise ,how everything change with every possible it can .if yesterday ,we spend whole of our time together gossiping bout boys ,chit chatting bout future life ,having cendol and ABC at &lt;em&gt;warong&lt;/em&gt; but now you patiently waiting for your husband to get home from work to have a nice dinner together .isn't that contra ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more i can say ,to make thing not to be happened as what it seem to be happened today .people are getting older ,the world are getting colder and so do us .maturerity played a heavy role in this story .we ain't live in childhood moment anymore ,the sweetest things happened in the past just another memories to be glued on our small brain .there no such thing like "turn back time" where you can fix thing up and plan it well according to beautiful story line ,we've created .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we have now is all we got but what we got in the past just another pretty little thing to be kept in our heart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1628983964287882040?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1628983964287882040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1628983964287882040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1628983964287882040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1628983964287882040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/04/tide-receeds-but-leaves-behind-bright.html' title='you got me thinking'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6289626198150052720</id><published>2010-04-21T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:25:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jiwa merundum ,macam buah epal buruk jatuh atas bumi dari pokok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs427.ash1/23640_116503058366917_100000216703745_294026_1209276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs427.ash1/23640_116503058366917_100000216703745_294026_1209276_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bila berada di kalangan orang yang berbaju sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kita tak rasa special kan ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kenapa i selalu rasa "keberadaan" i tidak disedari oleh siapa siapa pun .kata orang ,ada dengan tak ada sama je .macam tu lah i .kalau orang sedar pun "keberadaan" i ,i neh just ibaratkan orang orang yang berbaju hitam di kalangan orang orang yang berbaju hitam juga .nampak biasa sahaja ,&lt;em&gt;nothing special&lt;/em&gt; .i nak je jadi salah satu yang berbaju kuning ,di kalangan yang berbaju hitam tu ,baru semua nampak ,baru semua tak ignore i .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all semua pernah ada rasa tak macam mana perasaan bila di-ignore-kan ?yang mana you all selama ini ,ditemani ,didekati oleh orang orang yang sentiasa ada untuk you .tapi all of sudden mereka mereka semakin menjauh tanpa punca ,tanpa sebab .bila ditanya ,hanya satu yang aku diberitahu "mana ada ,perasaan jek tuh" or "mana ada" .jatuh hidup kan ?perlu ke berlakon sampai macam tu sekali ?selama ini mereka je bila diperlukan ,mereka setia je tunggu sepanjang masa .tapi sekarang ,datang apabila mereka rasa memerlukan diri kita .semua seems to be happened in an opposite way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua negative .bila lah semua ini akan ada ending yang happy ,sebab i benci situation sekarang dan i harap it will ended soon .sebab i'm sick and tired of being a dumb-ass player in this game . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6289626198150052720?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6289626198150052720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6289626198150052720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6289626198150052720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6289626198150052720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/04/jiwa-merundum-macam-buah-epal-buruk.html' title='jiwa merundum ,macam buah epal buruk jatuh atas bumi dari pokok'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3117282863525676265</id><published>2010-04-13T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:07:14.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rindu oh rindu akau rindu pada rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 584px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dulu i pernah cakap pada you yang i sangat bimbang kalau you pergi mana mana tak bagitahu i .maksud i bukan semua lah ,takkan lah pergi jamban sebab nak berak pun bagitau i .i mean ,if you nak keluar mana-mana la ,tak kira dekat atau jauh ,just let me know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi sekarang i dah tak berapa kisah sangat ,sebab i tahu yang you dah besar ,pandai jaga makan pakai sendiri ,pandai jaga diri you sendiri atau dalam kata lain you tahu lah nak manage diri you .nanti kalau i selalu tanya ,you akan cakap melebih lebih pulak ,tapi bila i tak tanya i rasa macam diri i ni kejam sangat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sekarang diri i yang tak terjaga .nak nak dalam mood final exam .botol air ,plastik binbin ,calculator ,handphone ,notes ,pencilbox ,laptop semua nak letak atas katil .katil i dah jadi macam rumah setinggan dah .baju tak basuh ada sebakul ,baju tak terlipat ada selonggok .isk ,teruk lah kau zhana zulkifli .kat rumah ,semua teurus .dari makan ,pakaian dan segala benda semua ada orang jagakan .i goyang kaki saja .tiba tiba rindu rumah ,rindu parents ,rindu siblings ,rindu kuceng ,rindu ikan koi walaupun i geli tengok die gerak gerak dalam air .tapi dalam banyak banyak rindu .i paling rindu mak ,ayah ,kakak and adik T_T .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ada siapa siapa nak pastikan i terurus ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3117282863525676265?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3117282863525676265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3117282863525676265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3117282863525676265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3117282863525676265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/04/rindu-oh-rindu-akau-rindu-pada-rindu.html' title='rindu oh rindu akau rindu pada rindu'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3142660596477098692</id><published>2010-04-09T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:39:31.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i nak cuba care-less about others .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii220/deorgiagavis/smashh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii220/deorgiagavis/smashh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i824.photobucket.com/albums/zz170/LaurenMyDarling/photography-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how my heart broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"FAST and HARD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kenapa manusia memerlukan perubahan ?yang mana akan menjuruskan kepada dua jalan ;positif dan negatif .selalunya yang positif ni berlaku ,apabila sesuatu perubahan itu adalah di atas kehendak individu itu sendiri dan bukan orang lain .sebaliknya bagi negatif yang selalunya berlaku apabila terjadi perubahan sekeliling dalam pergaulan sosial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;same goes to me ,yang mana kalau kawan2 lama i akan cakap "ya Allah zhana kau dah lain bebenar sekarang " .aku pun rasa aku dah berubah sekarang ,if dulu i seorang yang happy go lucky ,i'm no longer that person .if before i said that i care less bout what i feel towards the opposite sex ,now it is exactly and totally diffrent .i care bout what he said ,i care bout what he like ,i care about what he up to ,i care bout where he goes to ,i care bout everything little things .i pun tak tahu kenapa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then ,ramai orang yang agak2 still concern pasal i akan tanya ,apa sebab i post status kat Facebook semua nya sedih atau kata lain macam dalam kemurungan ,jawapan i senang jek ,i akan cakap "aku dah lain sekarang dan lebih open minded " .atas dasar satu sebab ,i tak nak orang lain rasa yang i tak happy sekarang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;biarpun ,jaringan sosial i makin menebal daripada dulu ,tapi semakin hari ,i semakin bukan diri i yang dulu .i masih nak jadi seorang perempuan umur 18 tahun yang sangat pemalu ,tak rasa sentiasa nak melawa ,tak payah pakai eyeliner ,tak payah nak bazir duit beli baju cantik2 ,gambar dekat myspace selekeh2 pun tak pe ,sebab itulah i dulu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sekarang i terlalu menitik beratkan penampilan i ,pasal apa orang lain akan kata pasal i ,dengan siapa i berkawan yang kadang pada logiknya benda tu semua tak penting .but now i'm stuck ,i dah tak boleh jadi macam dulu sebab i dah jadi diri i yang baru .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kalau orang nampak i gembira ,memang orang tu tak betul betul kenal i .tahu tak i sangat sedih dengan perubahan ini .i hilang ramai kawan yang i sayang dulu ,i hilang integriti diri yang i genggam kemas dulu ,i hilang siti zuhana ahmad zulkifli yang dulu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tak kata i menyesal ,tapi i cuma kesal sebab perubahan negatif yang melanda diri i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*i benci perasaan "bila i kelapangan ,you tak text i ,i rasa rindu"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-3142660596477098692?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3142660596477098692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3142660596477098692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3142660596477098692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3142660596477098692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-nak-cuba-care-less-about-others.html' title='i nak cuba care-less about others .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5550526573419648654</id><published>2010-04-03T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:30:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just another girl alone at the bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh dah lah ,dah jelas ,kita kawan ,dan i sama macam kawan2 you yang lain .dah lah zhana ,kau jangan nak perasan lebih2 .sayang yang dulu hanya untuk semalam ,you tak pernah janji yang itu semua untuk esok juga kan .i saja ,yang masih tertinggal di hari semalam ,you dah 3-4 minggu ke depan .aih ,bodoh nya lah i neh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dah lahh ,i tak kan ungkit perkara sama ,sebab i dah penat nak tahu perkara sebenar dan siapa i dalam hati you .if dulu ,you pernah cakap yang you jatuh hati pada i ,i silap kalau sampai hari ini i masih anggap you yang sama .people akan change like cuaca ,ada panas ,ada hujan ,ade sejuk ,ada cerah .sometime kita tak dapat predict pun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dah sampai masanya ,kita akan jadi kawan baik sahaja dan selamanya kawan .macam you cakap ,yang you tak nak any commitment ,dan i rasa itu yang terbaik if you terus macam neh .i pun tak faham apa yang you takutkan ,apa yang you risaukan .kalau dulu you cakap you tak kesah ,i akan 100 percent percaya ,tapi sekarang tak lagi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you care pasal apa people around you cakap ,you care pasal apa kawan you cakap ,you care about every single things people say .you care about what happened in your last relationship ,for sure i'm a diffrent person ,diffrent perspective .i lain .jangan lupa ,i pun ada dark secret dengan past relationship .but that was in the past .let by gone be by gone .can't you see it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you dah besar ,you dapat fikir mana baik .mana buruk .i tak nak interrupt dalam semua itu ,because it yours .i got my answer and you got yours .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"KITA KAN KAWAN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so what's next ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5550526573419648654?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5550526573419648654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5550526573419648654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5550526573419648654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5550526573419648654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-just-another-girl-alone-at-bar.html' title='i&apos;m just another girl alone at the bar'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1624174534648526840</id><published>2010-03-21T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:05:34.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bila hati dah menangis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;salah ke i menjadi terlampau berterus terang .sejak bila ,straight foward = big crime ?bila diminta berterus terang ,i berselindung .bila i berterus terang ,things got ugly .people say ,we need some changes everyday to make our life better but it obviously drag me the ugly truth moment .i don't know what ,when ,why and where went wrong that make everything around me getting darker and flew with a shame upon my stupid-ness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mind only focusing on a phrase "of losing you someday" ,you may not see it now but i do .the history of past do teach me a lot not to go over someone who chase over others ,but do stay with someone who treat you in a good way or the way it supposed to be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do follow it ,but it lead me to the other way around .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i rather throw away this feeling if it keep us together like yesterday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest ,"i sayang you" dan i tak nak hilang you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1624174534648526840?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1624174534648526840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1624174534648526840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1624174534648526840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1624174534648526840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/03/bila-hati-dah-menangis.html' title='bila hati dah menangis'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7553006706404484977</id><published>2010-03-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:56:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;           aku tak suka berada dalam keadaan yang boleh dikategorikan sebagai chapter baru dalam hidup .yang mana aku mesti susun plot dan dalam nak mencapai ending yang bahagia ,banyak halangan yang kene aku rempuh .dalam tempoh merempuh banyak rintangan yang boleh meranap mendatang tak kira dari mana-mana pihak ,aku tak nak bercerita spesifik ,bimbang bakal ada bias . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;          orang yang aku kehendakan ,semakin kabur dari pandangan mata aku ,debaran dan kencang dah semakin hilang ,maksud aku sudah benar2 pergi .bukan sementara tapi selama-lamanya .mungkin sudah tiba masanya ,peluang dibuka pada yang mahu .mata pena chapter baru aku sudah mula menyanyi riang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya ,sudah tiba masanya zhana :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7553006706404484977?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7553006706404484977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7553006706404484977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7553006706404484977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7553006706404484977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-baru.html' title='chapter baru'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6699283575391984962</id><published>2010-03-11T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:52:57.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kalau dulu ,i nak sangat2 nampak you ,terserempak dengan you or senang cerita i buat2 terserempak dengan you ,tak juga dapat2 .tapi sekarang bila i cuba menjauhkan diri daripada you ,sedari itu i selalu berselisih dengan you ,pastuh banyak berlaku incident2 pelik .i pun tak faham kadang2 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;semakin i cuba menjauh ,semakin dekat you pada i .kalau i cerita pada kawan2 i ,diorang akan cakap "kuat betul jodoh kau " .i suka tapi kadang2 i tak suka ,sebab bila i nampak you ,ada simptom2 yang ketara akan timbul .jantung i akan berdegup kencang ,badan pun tiba2 rasa sejuk ,pastuh mula lah berlakon cam nak pandang tapi tak nak pandang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apalah nak jadi pada i ,ada siapa2 ada cadangan untuk i atasi masalah neves i ni ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perkara penting yang i nak gariskan di entry ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SEMAKIN I CUBA MENJAUH ,SEMAKIN DEKAT YOU MENDATANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sekian ,terima kasihh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6699283575391984962?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6699283575391984962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6699283575391984962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6699283575391984962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6699283575391984962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/03/kalau-dulu-i-nak-sangat2-nampak-you.html' title=''/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1780470657987577960</id><published>2010-03-02T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:05:23.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukan i sahaja dalam fasa baru ,you pun sama juga .jadi ,moga2 menjadi .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rasa best bila i dapat tengok you happy ,dapat rasa yang you sedang merempuh satu fasa yang mana memerlukan perubahan ,tetapi sepanjang tempoh itu you tersenyum lebar .i gembira dan bahagia bila you berasa di paksi positif dan sentiasa di atas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pasal i ,i juga sedang bertempur dengan satu kondisi yang memerlukan i sentiasa kuat dan selalu pandang ke depan .kadang2 i juga jalan mengundur sebab i nak juga intai apa yang berlaku pada you sekarang .i masih nak ambik kira ,ambil tahu gerak-geri you .walaupun dapat kata ,kemungkinan besar you tak tahu siapa i ,tapi i sentiasa kenal siapa you .you juga masih si dulu2 ,gaya jalan tetap sama .tapi mungkin sudah ada calit senyum pada wajah yang i selalu tanam dalam minda .dalam tidak sedar ,you masih dalam akar fikiran .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;andai perubahan you bakal merobek ,satu tahap kesetiaan dan kepositif-fan ,i akan sentiasa lukis gembira pada raut ini .sebab :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EVERY YOU IS EVERY ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mungkin orang kata i seorang si dungu ,tapi i jadi bodoh sebab i ada hati dan perasaan .tak bermakna andai you milik orang lain ,i tidak boleh ambil kisah .masih boleh kerna i juga akan serah hati i ini pada yang mahu nanti .kita kan sesama manusia .i tadahkan tangan ,moga2 you berjaya jejak diri baru .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AMIN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1780470657987577960?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1780470657987577960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1780470657987577960&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1780470657987577960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1780470657987577960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/03/bukan-i-sahaja-dalam-fasa-baru-you-pun.html' title='bukan 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/&gt;sekarang i masih dalam fasa hati debu ,tapi i need to teach myself and learn to let go.tho i'm not the princess in this story ,tak bermakna i kena ruined hidup orang lain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini i dah menjadi orang baru ,bak kata orang bagai kain putih .i write a new chapter of mine and draw my precious moment on a well dried white paint by walking on my new golden road .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello new people ,i'm just a plain zhana zulkifli and i need you to color my world again.will you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5088398158357083772?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5088398158357083772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5088398158357083772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5088398158357083772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5088398158357083772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-entry_23.html' title='new entry'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-712580281200545337</id><published>2010-02-17T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:40:01.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dah berhenti ,bersara dari dunia ini .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;my heart ,my mind and my soul had flew away . together with the cold wind .why am i so stupid ,still waiting for you to come just to say those three words .major of yourself stay secretly in my heart ,minor of me none in you head .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;you say you hate me and my crew ,how annoyed we are to make you feel angry with us  ,but i say you are cool enough to be part of me .people keep asking why am i so into you ,even me ain't got the answer .i like you the way you are ,the way you walk ,the way you react ,the way you talk ,the way you drive your car and the way you make my heart melt in yours .everything seems perfect ,seems nice .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;it won't be long before it come to an end .half of me say i'm happy because i don't need to know where you are heading to tonight ,with whom you be with ,did you be home this weekend ,did your car been park in a safest place .and my other half just can't take this pain ,it hardly scratch my heart till it bleeds deeper and deepest like a dark deep blue sea .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;yes ,i'm that girl who won't easily said i fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;yes ,i'm that girl who always want something outta reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;yes ,i'm that girl who crazy about you arrogance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;yes ,i'm that girl who got crestfallen when you got special one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;now ,there is no me at the "jendela" waiting for the whole day just to see you got back from classes .no more stalking through "the maya world" ,because my hope for you died today .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;no more check upon your status and new picture .if i saw you again ,i won't tell you because being invinsible is my type .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;dulu i pernah kata ,if i told the world the story of us the will never believe me .tapi sekarang i rasa ,kalau i khabarkan pada dunia cerita kita dan pengakhirannya ,mereka akan kata "BODOHNYA KAU" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;itu belum ,i khabarkan kebodohan i menebalkan muka bercampur gaul dengan crew crew you sebab nak tahu sangat pasal you ,you langsung tak pernah ada interest nak tahu pasal i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;ok lahh ,i dah penat kejar you ,i dah penat jadi alas kaki you ,i dah penat jadi kasut you .you sampai bila2 pun tak akan turun ke bumi untuk berlari lari bersama i ,macam orang2 lain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;i harap you akan terbang bersama burung burung jenisan you ,dan dari jauh i harapkan you happy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-712580281200545337?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/712580281200545337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=712580281200545337&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/712580281200545337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/712580281200545337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dah-berhenti-bersara-dari-dunia-ini.html' title='i dah berhenti ,bersara dari dunia ini .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7127382428826986828</id><published>2010-02-13T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:51:26.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRY PANJANG INI HANYA UNTUK MY VALENTINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 276px;" src="http://i946.photobucket.com/albums/ad303/Rebaud22/Drawings/works-on-paper-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pada firasat i ,sepanjang sem 2 neh i akan kecewa dengan diri sendiri .i mengharapkan sesuatu yang tak mungkin i dapat .yelah ,kita ibarat langit dan bumi .i tak ada roket untuk ke langit .fyi ,tiap tiap hari i tunggu you lalu semata mata nak tengok you ,dah lah you jalan macam ribut ,i dapat tengok sipi sipi sahaja .tapi tak apa ,dari langsung tak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tahu "keberadaan" i tak pernah penting bagi you .tapi "keberadaan" you pada i sangat penting .mungkin you rasa i pelik dan i rasa diri i sendiri double pelik .apa sebenarnya yang i rasa i pun confuse .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mungkin kesilapan kecil tempoh hari ,you ibaratkan macam sebiji tahi lembu dekat padang menghijau .i nampak air muka you ,yang you marah gila .tapi i happy sebab itu first time i dapat tengok you dari jarak yang sangat dekat .if i got the chance ,i nak sangat cakap "I'M SORRY" for thousand time ,sebab i dapat tahu you sangat marah dengan peristiwa tu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lepas ni ,you mungkin akan anggap i neh perempuan yang tak tahu malu ,bab kata orang orang tua i ibarat "perigi mencari timba" ,tapi kalau i berterusan jadi perigi yang tak mencari timba ,you mungkin tak sedar kewujudan i sampai bila bila .lagipun masa dah semakin suntuk ,untuk masa mendatang mungkin harapan itu dah mati .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wonder sampai bila i kena tunggu you or ini adalah satu petanda untuk i stop chasing star yang seems out of reach  dan move on dengan new me .but teman teman minta i untuk mencuba ,tapi i rasa impian i hanya ibarat jutaaan debuan pasir pantai macam harapan orang orang lain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apa yang i tahu ,i akan berterusan kecewa dengan diri sendiri dan i berharap sangat2 you baca entry i sebab ini sahaja my only hopeee .i harap sangat sangat you baca .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iye ,memang betul i bercerita pasal you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; .you adalah orang yang i tunggu2 selama ini dan andai kata memang tiada harapan ,i nak i nampak semua tu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE ,MY&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;VALENTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p/s :kisah kita berdua sangat unik ,if i told the world they will never believe me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7127382428826986828?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7127382428826986828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7127382428826986828&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7127382428826986828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7127382428826986828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/02/entry-panjang-ini-hanya-untuk-my.html' title='ENTRY PANJANG INI HANYA UNTUK MY VALENTINE'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i946.photobucket.com/albums/ad303/Rebaud22/Drawings/th_works-on-paper-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-9009892418841260738</id><published>2010-02-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:21:59.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>begitu sifat manusia ,berkata apa yang dilihat ,mendengar apa yang tidak patut .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/5505/dsc08600k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/5505/dsc08600k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;being a judgemental is-not-so my type ,i akan cuba meminimaliskan kadar perasaan judgemental .bukan semua yang kita lihat ,sama dengan apa yang kita rasa .contoh nya ,kalau kita tengok muka orang tu ,we go like "garang gila muka dia" ,instead dia seorang yang sangat baik .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tak payah cakap orang lain ,i admit yang i pun sama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sebagai orang biasa biasa ,i tak fikir itu tidak normal .memang dah usulnya manusia aku cuba mengadili something yang mereka2 lihat dengan mata kasar .it may take time ,untuk kita cuba faham certain2 orang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mungkin orang yang kita sanjung ,orang yang kita anggap "oh dia teman sehidup semati" tapi siapa tahu esok lusa dia bakal menjadi duri dalam daging .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;itulah manusia ,berkata apa yang dilihat .cuba selam dalam2 dan lepas itu ,cuba tanya diri sendiri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM I RIGHT ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-9009892418841260738?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/9009892418841260738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=9009892418841260738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/9009892418841260738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/9009892418841260738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/02/begitu-sifat-manusia-berkata-apa-yang.html' title='begitu sifat manusia ,berkata apa yang dilihat ,mendengar apa yang tidak patut .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7630199860984312016</id><published>2010-01-31T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:08:09.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm walking in the rain with flower in my hand and try to pretend i had a crestfallen ,just to see you sad .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harpersbazaar.com/cm/harpersbazaar/images/suzy-parker-de-45433622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 394px;" src="http://www.harpersbazaar.com/cm/harpersbazaar/images/suzy-parker-de-45433622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday i realise that i found someone who just like you .the way he talk ,behave and laugh always just like you and the most i like is the way he adore me ,nothing more one and only just like you .do you remember how we first met ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it wasn't either me or you who had to be blame for all this tears .maybe ,the jealousy of time had push us to the edge that we nearly fall ,creating an unhappy ending .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bumping into you last month ,we can call it a fate .but i swore with my blood that i miss everything in the past ,telling a beautiful of the untold fairytale between me and you .you weren't my lover ,but you are part of mine who always dancing in my heart with your words and non-stop keep me smiling .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so ,please don't forget about us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s :listening to don't forget by demi lavato ,remind me of who you are to me in the pass that wasn't my luck to see it by that time .&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/832422034686256049-7630199860984312016?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7630199860984312016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7630199860984312016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7630199860984312016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7630199860984312016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-walking-in-rain-with-flower-in-my.html' title='i&apos;m walking in the rain with flower in my hand and try to pretend i had a crestfallen ,just to see you sad .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7715847316364941615</id><published>2010-01-20T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:48:10.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awak ,awak ! kan best jadi macam AWAK .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S1fqWxzrP_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YYnksXVhJO8/s1600-h/DSC08275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S1fqWxzrP_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YYnksXVhJO8/s400/DSC08275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429065552866525170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i kan selalu pasang impian nak jadi macam barbie doll ,alah macam AWAK .cantek ,pastuh kurus ,pastuh kulit licin macam kulit telur pastuh putih bersinar .tapi i dapat rasakan ,orang lain kata i neh macam patung childplay ,chucky .dah lah muka berparut ,pastuh jahat pastuh tade orang nak kawan dengan i .sampai i terpaksa yakinkan diri i ,yang i neh cantek .gila tak malu i kan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nak buat macam mana i neh bukan jenis yang selalu ada orang tanya pasal i ,&lt;br /&gt;macam AWAK , "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;siapa budak cute tu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tahu yang bertuah selalunya AWAK ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan yang selalu jatuh ditimpang tangga adalah i ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bila i berada dengan AWAK ,i rasa invinsible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;agak agaknya AWAK tahu tak i cerita pasal AWAK ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-7715847316364941615?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7715847316364941615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7715847316364941615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7715847316364941615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7715847316364941615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/01/awak-awak-kan-best-jadi-macam-awak.html' title='awak ,awak ! kan best jadi macam AWAK .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S1fqWxzrP_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YYnksXVhJO8/s72-c/DSC08275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-912012712475724165</id><published>2010-01-07T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:18:38.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari2 mendatang selalu menggila menanti di jendela kamar ,deruan kaki menghentak tar lagi tidak macam dulu2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you mana nak pandang orang macam i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tiap-tiap hari i tunggu you lalu ,bila you lalu i akan panggil panggil nama facebook you ,myspace you ,nama panggilan you dalam kelas and even nama betul you ,tapi you tetap buat buat jual mahal .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bila ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dengar cerita you ramai kuncu kuncu ,i tak kisah kalau you ketua ah long sekali pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tahu you pendiam orang nya ,i cakap "cool gila" you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dapat tahu you tak layan sangat perempuan ,i yakin you bukan gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bila i dapat tahu yang you interested dengan perempuan macam mana jenisnya ,terus i putus asa lepas tuh rasa rendah diri .kemungkinan besar lepas ni i takkan pandang you macam yang i pandang you selama ini .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;terus i rasa ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bestnya kalau i ni macam owner nissan sentra tu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-912012712475724165?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/912012712475724165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=912012712475724165&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/912012712475724165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/912012712475724165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2010/01/hari2-mendatang-selalu-menggila-menanti.html' title='hari2 mendatang selalu menggila menanti di jendela kamar ,deruan kaki menghentak tar lagi tidak macam dulu2'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6121981198616804540</id><published>2009-12-30T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:27:57.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry paling pendek ,ayat macam celaka .ahhaha :) .so everybody say yes to this .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdTmayW51yI/SuCbRFtWrCI/AAAAAAAAALw/D4kJ4WIHcBE/s400/Owl%2BCity%2BADAM%2BYOUNG%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdTmayW51yI/SuCbRFtWrCI/AAAAAAAAALw/D4kJ4WIHcBE/s400/Owl%2BCity%2BADAM%2BYOUNG%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i tinggalkan you bukan sebab i benci you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i tinggalkan you supaya you ingat i sampai bila bila "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6121981198616804540?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6121981198616804540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6121981198616804540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6121981198616804540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6121981198616804540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/12/entry-paling-pendek-ayat-macam-celaka.html' title='entry paling pendek ,ayat macam celaka .ahhaha :) .so everybody say yes to this .'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdTmayW51yI/SuCbRFtWrCI/AAAAAAAAALw/D4kJ4WIHcBE/s72-c/Owl%2BCity%2BADAM%2BYOUNG%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7684327806902910370</id><published>2009-12-21T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:44:51.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i bukan paris hilton ada empayar besar boleh sara anak cucu keturunan ke-106</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/coolio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 213px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/coolio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;bagaimana perasaan you all kalau orang mengata-ngata you all ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i akan cakap ,i tak kisah .sebab i pun suka mengata orang .i suka hati je nak cakap apa2 pun .kadang2 sebab syok sangat mengata orang ,sampai i tak sedar i mengata depan tuan dia sendiri .lepas tuh , i mula lah mengesot slow2 dari tempat kejadian .tapi i bukan mulut longkang ,i cakap apa yang betul je .lagipun berterus terang lagi bagus daripada berahsia kan ?sebab tuh lah kadang2 i confuse kenapa orang suka buat cerita tak betul pasal i ,belakang i .i ada racun keturunan diorang ke sampai berdendam kesumat .nak kata diorang jeles dengan lifestyle i ,tak kannya .nak banding kan i dengan orang lain .ber-zillion i kurang dari orang lain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;cuba you all cakap ,apa yang you all tak puas hati dengan i ?&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/832422034686256049-7684327806902910370?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7684327806902910370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7684327806902910370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7684327806902910370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7684327806902910370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-bukan-paris-hilton-ada-empayar-besar.html' title='i bukan paris hilton ada empayar besar boleh sara anak cucu keturunan ke-106'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-609337613181408041</id><published>2009-12-16T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:30:06.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>far far away ,i stay there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 254px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 254px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 254px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 254px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we together ain't like no others ,our memories just like mezzotint that stood still&lt;br /&gt;a bond we have is ubiquitous ,won't easy as it seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our toby jug filled with love ,not toddy&lt;br /&gt;we dance on the rooftop with crazy move that only we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joke was still the same ,just diffrent name and time&lt;br /&gt;the laugh were never befuddled but joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s :we aren't friend from school ,but friend after&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one  before just in the past,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's the reason why in a tempestuous moment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i only see you and me&lt;/span&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/832422034686256049-609337613181408041?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/609337613181408041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=609337613181408041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/609337613181408041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/609337613181408041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/12/far-far-away-i-stay-there.html' title='far far away ,i stay there'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2250959333697460388</id><published>2009-12-14T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:32:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK MACAM JEJAK KASIH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/BLcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/BLcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;tadikan ,i habiskan sepetang click2 gambar2 orang yang i rase i kenal dekat facebook ,eh eh i nak gak cakap macam orang yang tahu banyak facebook sebab diorang panggil FB jek .i rasa ada sesetengah yang i kenal muka diorang lain ,lain gila i bagitau you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rasa kadang2 macam bukak page fan club artis pulak .ada lah yang muka and gaya ala2 artis walaupun bukan artis .i wonder lah kenapa diorang tak add i ?muka i ni dah lain sangat ke ?i rasa tak ada lagi gaya muka Blake Lively or diorang confuse i ni siapa eh ?apa2 pun i dah add dekat 50 orang ,yang i rasa diorang kenal i .kalau diorang tak approve nampak sangat i neh tak famous .ni yang i tak suka ni .ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;walau apa pun .i'm looking foward nak jumpa mereka2 .oh ya ! baru2 ni i ada jumpa ,eh tak tak terserempak dengan ex student tech kuantan dekat Megamall Kuantan .and i'm happy to see them :) .kalau rasa2 kenal i iaitu gambar di atas ,pandai2 lah nak add .tapi muka i macam pon-dan sikit kan ?hhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2250959333697460388?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2250959333697460388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2250959333697460388&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2250959333697460388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2250959333697460388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-macam-jejak-kasih.html' title='FACEBOOK MACAM JEJAK KASIH'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-844902605723624426</id><published>2009-12-10T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:45:32.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>may look hard to be my other half ,try me !then ,bingo !you had the answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/nyanya-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 281px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/nyanya-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/15733_1272201478862_1044659730_3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 299px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/15733_1272201478862_1044659730_3084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i got plenty of people that still stick with me through thick and thin .some people say it might hard to get someone that never gonna suck you up when you didn't do well in a very important by group presentation ,who didn't say even a word or whispering a single sigh to show how bored the were accompany you to find a perfect dress tho it take a whole day ,who wouldn't mind every penny of them waste on you .you may say i fantasized a lot to be a beautiful barbie doll with perfect skin ,flowy blond hair which will stay as before the wind blow ,a piercing blue eyes and for sure a prince charming .i know it might not come true ,but at least i got you ,you  and you that make my day seem brighter each other and the only thing that i can't buy is your smile that bring lot of luck and love into my life .i don't need a smorgasbord ,a cool groupie wearing detail of top designer clothes or any jewelery  ,i just need youuuu ,Friend .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s:i love my family ,friends and cousins that portrayed the other half of me .&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/832422034686256049-844902605723624426?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/844902605723624426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=844902605723624426&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/844902605723624426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/844902605723624426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-look-hard-to-be-my-other-half-try.html' title='may look hard to be my other half ,try me !then ,bingo !you had the answer'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-7770542313606708437</id><published>2009-12-06T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:22:47.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first wishlist !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30AN7QnESKA/SwLwbKUycWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ji6L5K-VeBU/s1600/Afbeelding+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30AN7QnESKA/SwLwbKUycWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ji6L5K-VeBU/s1600/Afbeelding+7.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.feber.se/article_images/12/39/77/123977_565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 319px;" src="http://static.feber.se/article_images/12/39/77/123977_565.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30AN7QnESKA/SwLwarzZcVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/mViDxbRG1qg/s1600/Afbeelding+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30AN7QnESKA/SwLwarzZcVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/mViDxbRG1qg/s1600/Afbeelding+6.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stylesightings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/img_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 354px;" src="http://www.stylesightings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/img_1052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;my WISHLIST :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(1)leapoard print shirt&lt;br /&gt;(2)loose sequin (salah eja eh ?) top and cardigan&lt;br /&gt;(3)knitting cardigan&lt;br /&gt;(4)sleeveless (salah eja eh?) studded top&lt;br /&gt;(5)printed legging&lt;br /&gt;(6)a long gold necklace (not a real "gold")&lt;br /&gt;(7)any striking color clutch and studded details would be a bonus&lt;br /&gt;(8)black leather or black pvc jacket and brown or gray would be nice too&lt;br /&gt;(9)strappy sandal i mean extra and extra strap&lt;br /&gt;(10)flawless skin&lt;br /&gt;(11)pale lipstick color (majorly used for runway model)&lt;br /&gt;(12)a really-really waterproof eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;(13)colorful and with indian &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sari &lt;/span&gt;print headscarft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p/s:bila lah nak dapat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/832422034686256049-7770542313606708437?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7770542313606708437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=7770542313606708437&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7770542313606708437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/7770542313606708437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-wishlist.html' title='my first wishlist !'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30AN7QnESKA/SwLwbKUycWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ji6L5K-VeBU/s72-c/Afbeelding+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2955865076518965178</id><published>2009-11-30T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:14:45.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to whom may concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/adamyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/adamyoung.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;adam young do sing me a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear to whom may concern ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as i sit and stare at people around me ,suddenly every single things you told me yesterday crossing the state of my mind .you know how happy am i knowing that i was that special to you .the butterfly in my stomach just can't stop flying up and down .but now all i know is i got a crestfallen symptom and i don't know why ,there isn't any wrong neither me or you .can you tell me why am i feeling this ?am i that paranoid and wanting you so bad in my life ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be different from anyone i had in the past .feeling very comfortable and just being myself when i'm around you would be a positive sign .but it might turn too shallow and become darkened when you started acting like you don't care .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the one who won't stop concerning about whom may concern&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2955865076518965178?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2955865076518965178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2955865076518965178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2955865076518965178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2955865076518965178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-to-whom-may-concern.html' title='a letter to whom may concern'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-5453504815820561130</id><published>2009-11-25T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:54:19.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry menyedihkan ,memilukan dan merundum perasaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pagi tadi aku dikejutkan dengan satu panggilan tapi aku  cancel .lepas tu masuk plak satu message ,buat bodo lagi masuk message kedua ,aku bangun .ya Allah aku memang terkejut gila babi bila baca message tu .aku dah kehilangan seseorang bukan hilang dalam masa 2 minit bukan hilang untuk cuti sem tetapi hilang selama lamanya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arwah seorang yang sangat rapat dengan aku .senang kata aku listkan kenapa aku kata arwah seorang yang baik hati :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i)orang yang selalu buat surprise printkan note lecture untuk aku sebab aku tak de printer ok itu alasan sebab aku memang malas nak print .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ii)orang yang selalu jadi teman aku lepak2 dekat kopitiam Jonker Walk ,arwah paling suka makan char kuey teow kat situ (mampus lah salah eja pun) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;iii)orang yang selalu kata lagu i gotta feeling tu lagu bertuah aku sebab setiap kali aku masuk kereta dia mesti lagu tuh yang mula2 keluar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;iv)orang yang selalu kata kabel aku besar kat UTeM ,padahal tak pun .aku kalah lagi dengan blair wouldorf (mampus ah salah eja pun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v)orang yang selalu hantar message kat aku pagi2 tanya nak pegi class pukul brape ,lepas tu aku hasut pegi lambat sebab aku malas nak blaja .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vi)orang yang mencipta nama budak kasut merah sebab mula2 masuk aku pakai wedges warna merah yang sebatu orang boleh nampak ,ok aku tipu dalam jarak 50 meter lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vii)orang yang selalu sedekahkan aku duit syiling untuk beli air dekat mesin air &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gedegang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau aku nak listkan semua ,mang terlampau banyak .walaupun kita kenal hanya dalam tempoh 3 bln tolak seminggu aku buat cuti sendiri sebab nak pegi konvo ,tapi dapat kenal dengan arwah adalah satu benda yang priceless untuk aku .aku terkilan sebab tak sempat tengok dia kali terakhir tapi aku bersyukur dapat berjumpa dia di hospital melaka sebelum dipindahkan ke hosspital penawar johor .aku terkilan jugak sebab arwah tak sempat bagitahu aku siapa yang dia admire sedangkan aku beritahu berpuluh2 orang yang aku admire .penting ke ?penting ,sebab itu kenangan aku bersama arwah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arwah seorang yang suka berjenaka ,baik hati dan paling best peramah .no one can replace her .i pray for her happiness and may Allah bless her .AL-FATIHAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sem depan kena pergi class sorang2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-5453504815820561130?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5453504815820561130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=5453504815820561130&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5453504815820561130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/5453504815820561130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/11/entry-menyedihkan-memilukan-dan.html' title='entry menyedihkan ,memilukan dan merundum perasaan'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2237881909573622357</id><published>2009-11-20T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:59:32.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kawan ,kawan juga jangan sampai jadi megan fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 192px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/2-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 189px;" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e335/missingonfallen/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i love you both&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the person that i can call a friend .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku sekarang dah slamat sampai kat rumah ,hati tetap gembira walaupun aku terpaksa dengar tiap2 hari katak nyanyi lagu anuar zain walaupun muka tak macam anuar zain .aku rasa waktu aku be home sekarang amat sesuai since aku lari dari satu masalah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku rasa sangat relief bila balik dapat tengok cocoa ,kuceng yang aku paling kasih .sebab dekat melaka aku terpaksa berhadapan dengan manusia2 yang aku harap aku takkan jumpa sampai bila2 .aku bukan apa ,bila perasaan di betray tu berlaku depan mata aku boleh kata unacceptable sebab boleh kata selama 21 tahun aku hidup tak pernah aku jumpa orang macam tu ,dah jangan nak kata aku tua pulak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;belakang aku boleh main2 dengan satu benda yang aku suka .maybe aku boleh maafkan apa yang dia dah buat pada aku tapi untuk erase 100% tu never lah .jangan kata aku berlagak ke ,sombong ke bajet ke kalau aku tak layan engkau macam dulu kerana engkau punca aku jadi macam ni .kau tak ubah macam megan fox dalam jenifer body .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan aku tahu message yang kau hantar pada aku sebelum balik yang "i love you" tuh ada makna sebab yang kau hantar pada orang lain tak ada 143 .mungkin kau rasa bersalah pada aku ,haaaaa memang kau salah pun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir kata : mungkin dia tak kenal siapa aku lagi ,aku lah ZHANA ZULKIFLI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2237881909573622357?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2237881909573622357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2237881909573622357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2237881909573622357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2237881909573622357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/11/kawan-kawan-juga-jangan-sampai-jadi.html' title='kawan ,kawan juga jangan sampai jadi megan fox'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-4970033249311641574</id><published>2009-10-19T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:42:36.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ada aku peduli ,aku tak cerdik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://byfallenangel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/ed-westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 495px;" src="http://byfallenangel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/ed-westwick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;apa perasaan dia jadi diri dia eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hobi aku suka tanya soalan2 bodoh .nak kata aku bodoh ,tak bodoh mana . haha .kalau tak manakan i dapat masuk UTeM tercinta ni . haha .macam ni cerita nya .tiap2 kali aku ternampak orang cantik aku mesti macam terpinga2 ,pastu fikiran melayang2 entah ke mana .heloo ! snap snap snap (ala2 blair ) ahha ,jangan fikir benda lain .ok lah ,tak nak bagi nampak lesbo sangat ,aku tukar lah sikit ayatnya .setiap kali i terpandang orang handsome ,mesti terlintas dalam hati kecil i .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa perasaan kalau jadi orang handsome ,yang bila orang pandang orang kata ada gaya CHUCK BASS dari gossip girl "&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amboi2 ,mentang2 lahh dua tiga hari ni ,mata lebam2 bengkak sebab nak habiskan gossip girl season1 and separuh season 2 ,ya ya aku tahu aku macam orang tua sikit lambat dari orang lain ,diam ahh .aku tahu ah dah masuk season 3 ,pastu siap ada HILLARY DUFF lagi (=.= ) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbalik pada persoalan tadi ,bila i tanya mak i .dia mesti buat muka tercengang ,tanya adik i dia mesti kata i gila .i bukan apa ,i malu lah nak tanya orang2 cantik sendiri macam mana perasaan diorang jadi cantik ,nanti jawapannya terlampau extreme .dah lah i malas nak fikir2 lagi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;p/s : agak2 nya apa perasaan ed westwick (CHUCK BASS ) jadi lelaki pujaan i ?&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/832422034686256049-4970033249311641574?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4970033249311641574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=4970033249311641574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4970033249311641574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/4970033249311641574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/10/ada-aku-peduli-aku-tak-cerdik.html' title='ada aku peduli ,aku tak cerdik'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2674428153826257196</id><published>2009-10-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:51:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i fed up jadi orang mulia ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/StS9UwNtBmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EZ9YZLUGlxs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/StS9UwNtBmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EZ9YZLUGlxs/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392142818106738274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why ada sesetengah orang selalu tidak menghargai orang yang caring pasal diri2 mereka ?bila semua dah terburai ,baru nak tergadah .yang hairannya lagi ,bukan nak cuba membetulkan apa yang salah ,tapi buat muka macam sardin dalam tin sardin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku sendiri tak faham dengan orang2 macam ni .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and lastly ,pergaulan sosial kat UTeM ni macam bodo2 sikit ,senang kata macam tak matured lah ,amboi macam lahh i neh matured sangat tapi more matured lah daripada they all .come on lah babi eh eh babe  ,tak kan lahh pasal copy2 report /assignment pun sampai nak bagitau kat lecturer .aih ,taik hidung betul lahh .ini universiti kot ,lain dari zaman matrik lain dari zaman sekolah .bukak2 mata lah weh ,jangan sampai i sembur2 depan2 muka you all baru nak sedar .fcuk betul lah .&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/832422034686256049-2674428153826257196?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2674428153826257196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=2674428153826257196&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2674428153826257196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/2674428153826257196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fed-up-jadi-orang-mulia-ni.html' title='i fed up jadi orang mulia ni'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/StS9UwNtBmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EZ9YZLUGlxs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-6111592159343953566</id><published>2009-09-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:52:54.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you think i'm a lesbian ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuY21h1UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1ndJiD4McUc/s1600-h/l_a2705b73eb6a4ec192f1c8814f19ead2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuY21h1UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1ndJiD4McUc/s400/l_a2705b73eb6a4ec192f1c8814f19ead2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383963621604840770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383963362098831842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuJmiw7YI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jjZh1KZbAjQ/s1600-h/l_9f51b60c3fc0449aa65dba9184224989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuJmiw7YI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jjZh1KZbAjQ/s400/l_9f51b60c3fc0449aa65dba9184224989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383963359533133186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuJAT6sTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yp7anejLLmY/s1600-h/l_4d0e728be62e419aa169e242325db222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuJAT6sTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yp7anejLLmY/s400/l_4d0e728be62e419aa169e242325db222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383963349270311218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuIiImrwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/IjcWvmCfCPs/s1600-h/l_0d7f4c5399f747feae3fa0bf8bc3ad72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuIiImrwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/IjcWvmCfCPs/s400/l_0d7f4c5399f747feae3fa0bf8bc3ad72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383963341169798914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't you think she's cool .if you ask me ,the only reaction you got is jaw-dropping .oh my ,i'm in love with this girl ,you can call me whatever you want wether it is lesbian ,bisexual or whatever .i still fall for her style and it may not be ott if i say she is such a supercool girl ! way to go AGYNESS DEYN .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PEACE YA'LL ! ok ,now i sound like a nigga haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-6111592159343953566?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6111592159343953566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=6111592159343953566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6111592159343953566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/6111592159343953566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-thinl-im-lesbian.html' title='do you think i&apos;m a lesbian ?'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SreuY21h1UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1ndJiD4McUc/s72-c/l_a2705b73eb6a4ec192f1c8814f19ead2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-3709368984254209533</id><published>2009-09-17T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:10:17.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pendek pendek pun bermakna tau !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SrJW0q62JLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4lhWZL5-pPI/s1600-h/zhana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SrJW0q62JLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4lhWZL5-pPI/s400/zhana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382459967535457458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;boleh tak engkau2 yang luar sana tak payah buat ayat rendah diri tapi sebenarnye nak bangga diri .aku tak tahu lah nak cakap macam mana ,comlplicated gila ,lagi payah dari math engineering subject hahah  .ok2 let me explain ,i bagi contohlah ayat rendah diri tuh :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"eh donat ! kau nampak cantek lah pakai tempurung kelapa atas kepala kau tuh" ,kata kacang tanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"mana ada lah kacang tanah ! kau lagi cantek pakai kasut atas kepala" ,kata donat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"isk .biasa saja lah .btw ,thanks .aku beli kasut ni pun murah jek .RM 50000000000000 jek." ,balas kacang tanah sambil gaya tersimpul malu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;dan bangganya&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak payah lah weh tak payah lah weh kau nak puji2 orang lain sebab nak dapat pujian balik .aku rasa macam lawak gila weh .gelak lah gelak lah gelak lah .dah lah tak payah gelak .aku dah rasa macam babi ! ahha .celaka kan kacang tanah tu ?hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA !&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/832422034686256049-3709368984254209533?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3709368984254209533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=3709368984254209533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3709368984254209533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/3709368984254209533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/09/pendek-pendek-pun-bermakna-tau.html' title='pendek pendek pun bermakna tau !'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SrJW0q62JLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4lhWZL5-pPI/s72-c/zhana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1872465036128878165</id><published>2009-08-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:58:32.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been betrayed on my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;dulu aku ada seorang kawan 'sejati' .apa2 kami buat sama2 .tapi aku ada lagi seorang kawan yang dulu aku rasa dia sombong sebab dia cantik .sebut sahaja nama dia ,siapa yang tidak kenal .tapi lama2 bila aku berkawan dengan dia aku rasa best ,seronok dan jadi diri aku .apa yang paling aku suka setiap kali birthday aku dia tak pernah lupa dan orang yang aku anggap bagai kawan 'sejati' selalu lupa tarikh2 penting aku .itu buat aku sedih .terima kasih aku nak ucapkan pada orang2 yang wish birthday aku .i &lt;3333 you !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan dah hampir seminggu lebih or nearly two weeks i wait for the answer from this person.but never been answered .today ,i stop waiting cause i know that person has forgotten who am i because that person really got someone that he dreaming of .i do feel happy for that person because some say if like/love someone ,we just need to let them do what the like and left what they don't .and by this moment i just need to forget all the promises that person made cause it never will be today ,tomorrow or thousand years to come .if that person read this ,hoping he know how faithfull i am to him ,and how unfaithful he was to me .   HAPPY 21TH BIRTHDAY SITI ZUHANA AHMAD ZULKIFLI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-1872465036128878165?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1872465036128878165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1872465036128878165&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1872465036128878165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1872465036128878165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dulu-aku-ada-seorang-kawan-sejati.html' title='been betrayed on my birthday'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-1464330408735862225</id><published>2009-08-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:09:57.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dah nama pun perempuan !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SnmubkuDovI/AAAAAAAAAWc/prYFII_VjcY/s1600-h/porcelain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SnmubkuDovI/AAAAAAAAAWc/prYFII_VjcY/s400/porcelain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512219725210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ambik kau ,muka gatal .sapa2 yang rindu aku save ah gamba neh lam laptop ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa perasaan bila seorang perempuan jatuh cinta tapi macam ada antara 2 ,ya atau tidak atau hanging by a thread .aku pun tak tahu apa aku mengarut sekarang .psssst .aku rasa aku dah nak ada hero baru .tapi sapa2 nak masuk line .terbukak lagi .untuk anda2 semua yang tak berjaya ,try harder next time . haha .see yaaa around people ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s:duk rumah baru dapat online .kat UTeM ,tak dak wifi macam UTM kl .aihhh rindu !bukan rindu apa ,rindu klua jalan2 naik kereta beli nasi lemak tapi tak mandi lagii .shhhh !it's a secret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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/832422034686256049-1464330408735862225?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1464330408735862225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=832422034686256049&amp;postID=1464330408735862225&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1464330408735862225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/832422034686256049/posts/default/1464330408735862225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dah-nama-pun-perempuan.html' title='dah nama pun perempuan !'/><author><name>zuhana zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277866326307514077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/S9ABqTPPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/THZeAVgf1M4/S220/23705_1375998073712_1044659730_31103946_4595808_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeDr4RRzAnE/SnmubkuDovI/AAAAAAAAAWc/prYFII_VjcY/s72-c/porcelain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-832422034686256049.post-2205240442844970726</id><published>2009-07-09T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:21:50.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey you just ain't know me enough to say such a beautiful things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm picking up all your miracles words by the sidewalk .i put them nicely in a red box with a combination of white and pink ribbon on it .yeah i know .i found myself too hard to understand with ,too complicated to live with and too demanding to be happy with myself and people around me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;non-stop bragging about other life ,why did they got them while i'm not .try to put myself in a secure situation just to feel relief without making any stupid mistakes .lastly ,everything turn in negative way .keep blaming myself is the best way that i can think right now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what about promises left promises ?did anyone got the answer for that .cause i'm not the one who build those pretty things but it's you .if i could just click on demolish button and they were all gone ,will put me in a very  safe zone right now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER ,HONEY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/832422034686256049-2205240442844970726?l=zhazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2205240442844970726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='r
