<?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-5037394976932297773</id><updated>2012-01-25T02:50:41.938-08:00</updated><category term='Love Hurts'/><category term='Something to share'/><category term='Bitchin&apos;'/><category term='What&apos;s Happening'/><category term='Blonde moment'/><title type='text'>farraH dasH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3802031528512669141</id><published>2012-01-23T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:21:35.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY table centerpiece</title><content type='html'>Look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htXsxt36YMw/Tx1pOS-5lfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/SUdUXled0Jc/s1600/pink-and-black-wedding-receptions-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htXsxt36YMw/Tx1pOS-5lfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/SUdUXled0Jc/s320/pink-and-black-wedding-receptions-225x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700828397655660018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhaKQN2bL24/Tx1pOFlYSrI/AAAAAAAAAio/vjGERHCbNds/s1600/305699_257927007575856_158564354178789_666225_1880841298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhaKQN2bL24/Tx1pOFlYSrI/AAAAAAAAAio/vjGERHCbNds/s320/305699_257927007575856_158564354178789_666225_1880841298_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700828394058959538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adooooreeee the centerpiece. I've always wanted tall flowers on my wedding reception. So I went around KK looking for artificial flowers and tall vases. The flowers and vase cost around RM7-10 EACH. &amp;amp; I have 50 tables! Can u imagine how much money I have to invest on them? *scary face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chose plan B. Google google google and I found a DIY website on how to make flowers using tissue. yaaayyyy! Experimented it and voila! this is the end result. It's easy &amp;amp; CHEAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbrDM7nDNOg/Tx1ozM8Dh_I/AAAAAAAAAic/dFx5SfVYQs0/s1600/397428_10151140817680503_508105502_22671293_1010930827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbrDM7nDNOg/Tx1ozM8Dh_I/AAAAAAAAAic/dFx5SfVYQs0/s320/397428_10151140817680503_508105502_22671293_1010930827_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700827932176648178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to make lots of it to make it as a bunch. This whole month I've been working hard on these flowers. and this is what I made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqvCvDcZVYU/Tx1rPKAlz0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/VwC0eCLVONc/s1600/IMG-20120103-00963.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/-AqvCvDcZVYU/Tx1rPKAlz0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/VwC0eCLVONc/s320/IMG-20120103-00963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700830611449958210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I only finished 12 bunches. Oh I also made pink flowers. I think i'm just gonna make for 25 tables cos I only have 4 weeks left. I still have to wrap the bamboo with pink/white ribbons. as for how to make it stand tall, u will just have to wait and see til after the wedding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about it later! toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3802031528512669141?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3802031528512669141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3802031528512669141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3802031528512669141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3802031528512669141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2012/01/diy-table-centerpiece.html' title='DIY table centerpiece'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htXsxt36YMw/Tx1pOS-5lfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/SUdUXled0Jc/s72-c/pink-and-black-wedding-receptions-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7495935894882801405</id><published>2011-11-29T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:12:07.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BtR4JdpcpA/TtTrPUPDzHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BiapHQFDW3o/s1600/312938_10150373297776580_608131579_8799568_415886916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BtR4JdpcpA/TtTrPUPDzHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BiapHQFDW3o/s320/312938_10150373297776580_608131579_8799568_415886916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680423678383475826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9 years of ups and downs.. we are finally officially engaged! Andy, my fiance chose 27th november 2011 as our engagement date, the same date as MaalHijrah this year. He said "let it be like our own hijrah to marriage, a new beginning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some came couple of days earlier to help with the preparation..u know who u r ;) thank u mum &amp;amp; dad, my sister, brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and the maid, for cooking the food, lifting up the heavy sofas, re-arranging the chairs and tables, sweeping the floor, being with me in my room while waiting.. you guys made a wonderful event for me. And I am truly grateful to have all of you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, God's willing, we will be getting married on the 18th of February 2012 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7495935894882801405?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7495935894882801405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7495935894882801405&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7495935894882801405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7495935894882801405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m engaged!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BtR4JdpcpA/TtTrPUPDzHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BiapHQFDW3o/s72-c/312938_10150373297776580_608131579_8799568_415886916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-694227665203441026</id><published>2011-11-21T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:49:58.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude air asia worker</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand why can't some people just be nice to others. My family and I just came back from Australia after 8hours of flight, and waited in the airport for another 6 hours before our flight back to KK. So obviously we were very tired. We met the stupid guy when it was our turn for baggage check in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was the 1 who gave our itinerary, there were 6 of us (me, my sis, my big &amp;amp; lil bro, mum &amp;amp; dad). He looked at them and gave them back to us saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: Can you just divide them into 2 groups according to the booking number. with the matching IC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you are too lazy to do it yourself, so we just follow what u say lah boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it's done, he checked it again. and then he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: Jadi yang sorang ni tak ikut balik lah? (so this 1 is not going back?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I looked at each other. Blur. I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: balik mana? (going back where?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: KK lah mana lagi! (KK lah where else?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother came from behind and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro: Oh si Ben punya tu. Dia sudah tukar flight lebih awal (It was my cousin. He changed his flight ticket earlier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was 1 point but I can still tolerate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he checked in 3 of our bags, he asked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: Yang 2 ni dah check in. tinggal 5 orang lagi? (these 2 have checked in, so 5 people left?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again not understanding what he said, we looked at each other. Who are those 2 and what 5 people? I thought we only have 3 more bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: Tak paham paham lagi?? (don't understand again??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he shook his head giving us this look like we're the stupidest customer in the world. I was starting to boil up. My brother asked who were those 2 that he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: Wenddye (cousin) dan Amirul (friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who checked in with their own itinerary at different counters! Which my brother explained later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: hah macam tu lah! kan senang cerita! (hah see how easy that is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry with his reply so I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: LAIN KALI BAGITAU NAMA! (NEXT TIME TELL THEIR NAMES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and left the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry with his attitude. As if we could see his monitor and know what the hell is he talking about. My brother said after I left he talked to himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rude guy: kite nak tau name jeerr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I just wanna know their names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister later then took the complaint form and came back to his counter demanding his full name. At first he said it was me who raised my voice and he was innocent at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sis: We came to you nicely and that's how you treat us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then later apologized (because he won't gave us his name.) But still, it is not hard to be polite. bukannya bayar pun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-694227665203441026?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/694227665203441026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=694227665203441026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/694227665203441026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/694227665203441026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2011/11/rude-air-asia-worker.html' title='Rude air asia worker'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8739786252752942218</id><published>2011-07-22T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:10:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of sliding doors</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from KL but I didn't get the chance to go to Pavilion. If you know pavilion, you should know the gigantic sliding door. There's a story behind it actually. Couple of months back, my sister, lil brother and I were waiting for my parents. we stood near that sliding door and just chatting away. Suddenly this guy ran towards the door, unfortunately only his head went through inside the building. The door closed on him leaving his body on the other side! His neck was stuck in between! He tried to escape but obviously the camera sensor could not detect him. Even the security guard went into panic mode, not sure whether he's afraid of the guy or the door that he tried to knock down. A friend of the guy walked behind him and TADAA!! the door opened! hahaha simple solution. I could not help but laugh witnessing their drama. Even the friend tried to hold his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story, whenever you see this door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2weisDL3iY/TipIsp9JJSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EDvOT50MZYk/s1600/Automatic-Sliding-Door-Operator-Commercial-Building-Project-LT-ES001-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2weisDL3iY/TipIsp9JJSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EDvOT50MZYk/s320/Automatic-Sliding-Door-Operator-Commercial-Building-Project-LT-ES001-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632394215993976098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DO NOT PUT YOUR HEAD FIRST! ha ha&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/5037394976932297773-8739786252752942218?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8739786252752942218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8739786252752942218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8739786252752942218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8739786252752942218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2011/07/beware-of-sliding-doors.html' title='Beware of sliding doors'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2weisDL3iY/TipIsp9JJSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EDvOT50MZYk/s72-c/Automatic-Sliding-Door-Operator-Commercial-Building-Project-LT-ES001-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8349724315193526943</id><published>2011-06-13T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T06:04:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HelloOoOo :)</title><content type='html'>I'm back again! so sorry for not posting anything for so long. Eversince my PC went kaput, I rarely spend my time on the internet (except for checking on my foods in cafe world or cityville haha!) Luckily my other half was willing to lend me his laptop XD But it turns out, my monitor broke, not my PC.. ceh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've been making clothes for awhile.. just for my own practice. I'm still learning. Like people say, practice makes perfect ;) I do have more dresses on my FB album but I wore my 1st own long dress to a friend's wedding. It is attached to a necklace that I bought in KL (50% off cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTrlwUsZmX0/TfYHZ8ktkEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ERMVMOo7muc/s1600/DSC06834.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11ixHEQKdJ0/TfYKcm8TkHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6IcqJJD8hRk/s1600/DSC06834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11ixHEQKdJ0/TfYKcm8TkHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6IcqJJD8hRk/s320/DSC06834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617689071797375090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6w_yiBre8Os/TfYJnCDc-1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Ypvt2ZtC8VE/s1600/DSC06833.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh that blue dress is made by yours truly too :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vCmzA4ThXs/TfYJP1CbTrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_KBzuBxhtgQ/s1600/DSC06828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vCmzA4ThXs/TfYJP1CbTrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_KBzuBxhtgQ/s200/DSC06828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617687752731217586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry candid pic lol&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/5037394976932297773-8349724315193526943?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8349724315193526943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8349724315193526943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8349724315193526943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8349724315193526943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2011/06/hellooooo.html' title='HelloOoOo :)'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11ixHEQKdJ0/TfYKcm8TkHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6IcqJJD8hRk/s72-c/DSC06834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1451843948082195013</id><published>2010-12-12T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T05:20:39.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pretty lady posted this on a forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanted to ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   1. Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   2. Which age group should I target?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   3. Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls  who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry  rich guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   4. How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? My target now is to get married)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Awesome reply:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later. By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;J.P. Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh the humiliation~!!&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/5037394976932297773-1451843948082195013?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1451843948082195013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1451843948082195013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1451843948082195013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1451843948082195013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretty-lady-posted-this-on-forum.html' title='A pretty lady posted this on a forum'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7430468715580786972</id><published>2010-12-09T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:46:14.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong~!</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from our on/off Hong Kong family vacation. It was such an awesome experience! just when you thought you have seen everything, turns out there are still lots to see in this world hehe.. too bad I didn't have much time to shop. But 1 thing that really awed me the most, is Disneyland. It it truly a magical world. The moment we step into it, we forgot how old we were and it's nice to feel like kids again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, my favourite Disney cartoons were Beauty and the Beast and of course Little Mermaid. I thought those 2 are the most beautiful disney princesses and their songs are just the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/TQDoGo9gymI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ig4FCZLHjDs/s1600/Belle-disney-8235872-941-515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/TQDoGo9gymI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ig4FCZLHjDs/s200/Belle-disney-8235872-941-515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689941692729954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belle is gorgeous even before she became a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/TQDoGKqNeyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CumUFndNR3I/s1600/Ariel-The-Little-Mermaid-Wallpaper-disney-princess-6615322-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/TQDoGKqNeyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CumUFndNR3I/s200/Ariel-The-Little-Mermaid-Wallpaper-disney-princess-6615322-1024-768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689933558709026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Ariel. How I wish I was a mermaid that looks like her lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can easily watch the cartoons again, thanks to youtube. There's a video I wanna share with you. It's the fireworks finale at Disneyland. We stayed almost 11 hours there just to see this but it was worth the wait. It still gives me goosebumps &amp;amp; I just feel like crying everytime I watch it haha ok.. enjoy~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5thh1qZ16SI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5thh1qZ16SI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7430468715580786972?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7430468715580786972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7430468715580786972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7430468715580786972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7430468715580786972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/12/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong~!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/TQDoGo9gymI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ig4FCZLHjDs/s72-c/Belle-disney-8235872-941-515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7326540267635035492</id><published>2010-11-26T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:42:49.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye is hard..</title><content type='html'>My aunt, also known as mummyben passed away on the 24th November 2010 after her long battle with cancer. Before she was admitted to the hospital, she lived with us for a week. We were so sad to see her condition and did everything we could to help her. Now, whenever I see the stairs, I can still remember her son and my mum had to carry her up and down. She was so determined to get well, she walked around the house to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was at the hospital, my family and I who lives 2 hours drive away, managed to come and see her at least once a week. On Sunday morning, she weakly waved goodbye at me when I said my goodbye "bye mummyben, see you later".  Sadly to say.. that was our last visit before she passed. On wednesday night, somewhere before 3am, I heard her voice calling my name, and could not sleep well after that. I know it was her cos she's my only aunt that calls me farrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.04am, she was gone. My cousins and aunts were by her side. Mum told us at 3.30am. We left as early as 4.45am and arrived at the same time her coffin reached her house in Keningau. None of us were crying when we were on the way. When they carried her in the house, theres where all of us cried our heart out, seeing her laying peacefully in the coffin, breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day she was brought to the church was the hardest part cos she won't be at her house anymore. Watching her tribute video was really overwhelming. I was surprised to see my mum and my aunts were so calm. The ceremony was lovely, and it was time for everyone to give her their last respect. Close families were given red/white roses. As I stand beside her coffin, I gave a kiss on my rose, placed it on her hand and hoped that she got my kiss. I tried not to cry infront of her, but when I hugged my aunt, she said to me "Ruth, mummyben is gone.. All we have now is her funny stories and memories, so don't be sad". I could barely hold my tears and cried on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the cemetary, reality kicked in. All of us stopped crying. We know that she has a new home now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami ben,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to worry anymore. You are now in a better place. I won't forget our sweet memories together. You were like a mom to us. We will always love and miss you, remember that. Rest In Peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;farrah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7326540267635035492?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7326540267635035492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7326540267635035492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7326540267635035492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7326540267635035492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/11/saying-goodbye-is-hard.html' title='Saying goodbye is hard..'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1289320053619104940</id><published>2010-11-09T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:14:31.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar liar..</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I have neglected this blog.. I was watching ugly betty last night and she was talking about blogs. Suddenly I have the mood to write something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about liars. Have you ever met someone who loves telling big lies? Not the occasional white lies, but stories that are completely made up, just for fun. I know some people ;) but to choose a winner, I have to say this guy I met in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my friend, sipping our favourite drinks at Starbucks. We sat at the sofa and this local guy came and asked if the other sofa was available. I just nodded and continue chit chatting with my friend and we didn't realize that the guy was eavesdropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry to interrupt. But where are you from? Malaysia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my friend. Since I'm from Malaysia, I said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes but she's from Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I was there last year. I went to Pulau Langkawi. Beautiful place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yup it is beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;(Trying to end the conversation but he just kept on talking about Langkawi and my friend won't help me lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you girls studying here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes it's exam week, we're finishing our course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know, I'm a masseuse. I bet you girls are stressed out. If you ever need a massage, I could come to your apartment and give 1. Don't worry I'm a professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Er.. no it's OK. We are fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I have your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll just give you my email.. if that's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the story short, the next morning I turned on my laptop, and got an invitation from the starbucks guy.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted and he was online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi there. May I know who is this? I saw your email in my husband's phone last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh this is Farrah. I met your husband at starbucks yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife(apparently): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry, I was approached by your husband. He was offering a massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you mean massage??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He told me he's a masseuse, he went to Langkawi for a massage training?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. We went to langkawi for our honeymoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to reply. Seeing their profile picture, the 2 of them hugging each other at their wedding, I know she was not lying. Suddenly she went offline. I quickly removed and blocked them from my MSN contacts. I hope she gave that big fat liar husband of her a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story about liars.. I'm glad I didn't fall for his lies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1289320053619104940?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1289320053619104940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1289320053619104940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1289320053619104940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1289320053619104940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/11/liar-liar.html' title='liar liar..'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1885652238200808177</id><published>2010-08-28T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:09:12.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panty what?</title><content type='html'>Hi all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have posted something about hating sales girl following me everywhere right? It happened to me again this afternoon. I understand that if they want to follow us around, u know just in case you need different size etc. But I was at the pharmacy....&lt;br /&gt;So I went in and totally ignored the girl behind the counter because i'm not there to buy medicine, just some girly stuff :) . She ran up to me while I was browsing around. You see, I love going to the pharmacy cause I always end up buying things that I don't need ha ha but this time I could not wait to leave as soon as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this girl asks me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do u need?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err... just panty liner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: HAH??!&lt;br /&gt;She was seriously shocked. My eyes got bigger just because her eyes got bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... panty liner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: PANTY LION???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I was drinking, the water would burst out to her face. I wanted to laugh but I just replied with a big smile (tahan ketawa la konon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Panty lineeeer... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy boss then helped me with my panty liner cos she still has no idea what's a panty liner is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WTH IS A PANTY LION???? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1885652238200808177?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1885652238200808177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1885652238200808177&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1885652238200808177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1885652238200808177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/08/panty-what.html' title='Panty what?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7192333050448600516</id><published>2010-08-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:01:54.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Story</title><content type='html'>We had a family dinner tonight and my cousin was telling us about ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually happened to his friend, who was driving alone at night. Suddenly, just next to her window was a head with long hair.. floating, following her car. Scared, she drove her car as fast as she could, but after a long time, she got angry since the head won't go away. So what she did was, she opened her window, and punched the ghost! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story reminded me of my own ghost story. I was driving, it was midnight and was on my way home.. The highway was really silent and dark... I was the only 1 there. And suddenly I saw something floating in front of my car, just like the head with long hair! Berkibar kibar bagai bendera!! I panicked and raced the car. After a while I braved myself and looked closely at the ghost.... shocked! I stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sial punya bra. Macamana ko buli sangkut depan kreta nih??!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7192333050448600516?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7192333050448600516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7192333050448600516&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7192333050448600516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7192333050448600516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/08/ghost-story.html' title='Ghost Story'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4062083792445174844</id><published>2010-08-05T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:34:30.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without internet</title><content type='html'>Wow when was the last time I posted something here? I have to do a fast 1 on this cos who knows, the internet might just die on me before I could hit save/post haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. my internet connection is evil :( ever since this house is under renovation, the net has gone way back to zaman2 mirc. Slow tahap gaban! Most of the days I won't have any connection and if I am lucky, it gives me 5-10mins tops.  It's been months now, I can't play my fav online game, I can't download tv series, I can't go on MSN, I can't blog! &amp;amp; I don't have those digi/celcom broadband. Kesian kan.. The only time for me to surf is when I'm at the office, so that means paperworks are still waiting for me ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living without the internet is not so bad. I am actually getting used to it now. I spend my time watching DVDs (Friends &amp;amp; SATC never gets boring), even when I'm at the office, I try to finish my work, rarely goes surfing anymore *wink* rajin ba si farrah.. Now I'm done with my sewing class, I'm still waiting for them to finish renovating the computer/sewing room. I'm gonna get me a big table to start making clothes.. can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the contractor needs to fix the wires A.S.A.P! Balik2 di suruh pun masih juga nda buat.. bikin panas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4062083792445174844?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4062083792445174844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4062083792445174844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4062083792445174844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4062083792445174844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-without-internet.html' title='Life without internet'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8852505376847331408</id><published>2010-06-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:51:23.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the city 2</title><content type='html'>I just watched SATC 2 last night.. I questioned myself, as a BIG fan, why didn't I watch it the day it premieres? I had no idea why I waited for few days to go and watch it haha. I'm sooooooo satisfied with the movie! It's much more fun as the previous one is more into conflicts and sadness and tears etc etc. And the fashion!!! I think they just went crazy with it. Good crazy that is. I was amazed~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have all 6 seasons of the series which I literally memorized everything by the way! oh I bought all of them in England.. and what does that mean? Uncensored scenes!! ha ha The next time I'm going overseas, i'm gonna buy the SATC 1 movie DVD again cos the 1 I bought here is missing a lot of scene especially Samantha's. I was actually surprised the "guys" did not censored the nipple part in SATC 2. But if they did, the movie would not make any sense. So Thank u big guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:  to my cousins, I know u guys would read this. Please come over this weekend! Let's go and watch SATC 2 together! I wanna watch it again!!!!!!!! pls pls plsssssssssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-8852505376847331408?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8852505376847331408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8852505376847331408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8852505376847331408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8852505376847331408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/06/sex-and-city-2.html' title='Sex and the city 2'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5035417067807189701</id><published>2010-05-26T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T05:16:38.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>My morning story</title><content type='html'>Something weird(?) happened to me this morning when I was on my way to class. You see to get to the class in 2nd floor, I have to climb up the stairs ok.. and this guy was standing at the staircase entrance. Since I was carrying my handbag on my left shoulder, and my sewing bag on my right, I simply moved my handbag to the front of my body so I don't accidentally hit him with my bags. That's just what I do everytime there's people passing by. But guess what he said to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: If you want to pass by, go ahead! As if I wanna steal your bag! heyyyyy! *mumble* *grumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like huh?? Was he talking to me? I gave him this question mark look but I was wearing my oversized sunglass so I guess he didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok.. maybe he was just having his period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-5035417067807189701?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5035417067807189701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5035417067807189701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5035417067807189701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5035417067807189701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-morning-story.html' title='My morning story'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7341962257612298709</id><published>2010-05-16T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:09:59.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Sinar moment</title><content type='html'>The maid, Sinar seriously needs to stop doing this. Sorry I'm not going to translate the whole conversation into english because that would take the funny out of it if i did :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I heard her voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read this in bugis accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinar: haalo? Si wenddye? tiaaada dia... hihihi nda taaau lah di mana dia.. eh! tapi si parah ada di sini. hah? *giggle giggle* tidak tau lah.. bagus kau cakap la sama si parah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her voice is annoying enough.. huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the phone from her and say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: err Hello? Ye saya call dari RHB Kuala Lumpur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like OMG! I thought she was talking to 1 of my aunties. I feel really embarrassed after that. As if the caller knows who is "farrah".. I can't imagine  the caller's feeling talking to sinar hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBH this is not the 1st time... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7341962257612298709?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7341962257612298709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7341962257612298709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7341962257612298709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7341962257612298709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinar-moment.html' title='Sinar moment'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5007407681722455139</id><published>2010-05-02T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:52:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My skirt "début" lol</title><content type='html'>Hello all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week face2face party was held in icebar 1borneo. Got the chance to meet Joey G from Channel V as he was 1 of the guest DJ :) So anyway, I had a project runway moment just few hours before the night. Since I've mastered enough in making skirts (*cough), I challenged myself to make a brand new one to wear for the party~! I started around 2.30pm and finished exactly at 7pm(non-stop), just in time for me to have dinner and get ready. I have to admit it wasn't perfect, I could tweak a lil bit here and there, but I was happy with the end result =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S-Jz2Ezc6rI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YC5aEjj-Ym8/s1600/DSC05394+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S-Jz2Ezc6rI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YC5aEjj-Ym8/s200/DSC05394+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468060270420880050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this simple skirt I finished it in 4hrs+.. hmm I think that's not good enough (had trouble with the lining -_-) .. but will try and do better next time~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-5007407681722455139?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5007407681722455139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5007407681722455139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5007407681722455139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5007407681722455139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-skirt-debut-lol.html' title='My skirt &quot;début&quot; lol'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S-Jz2Ezc6rI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YC5aEjj-Ym8/s72-c/DSC05394+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3192835388641435873</id><published>2010-04-26T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:10:12.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masalah budak2 zaman sekarang</title><content type='html'>I've had it with teenagers and the internet world nowadays. I don't understand at what point that they feel the need to post unnecessary things for the whole world to see. Is it COOL to tell everyone that you drink alcohol and smoke, and go clubbing get wasted, puked and passed out in the clubs' toilet bowl?? Even worse putting your pictures having sex with your partner! Damn. It scarred me for life. I had a nightmare because of it.. seriously. I don't care if they are being paid to tell their own dirty laundry, but they willingly do it for free even when there's no good comes out of it. Have you no self-respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you say you don't give a sh*t what people say, as long as they are talking about you? Seriously? I guess bad publicity is good publicity eh? IMO, you want people to know you for all the good things, not the bad ones right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe they think it gives them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"satisfaction"&lt;/span&gt;, people now know that they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cool"&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. But remember this. Not everyone in this world is your friend. You have just given your enemy the opportunity to use all those things against you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be careful of what you share on the internet, ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3192835388641435873?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3192835388641435873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3192835388641435873&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3192835388641435873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3192835388641435873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/masalah-budak2-zaman-sekarang.html' title='Masalah budak2 zaman sekarang'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1874405342093833143</id><published>2010-04-24T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:25:01.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>May Highlights</title><content type='html'>I'm soooooooooo excited for May~! You wanna know why? Cos I'll be seeing someone that I'm dying to see ever since I heard him for the first time. I think he came to KL several times, but I always missed it.. This time sorry la~ We actually had some difficulties getting a room to stay in Genting but if I had to stay awake, no place to sleep, just to see him, I would! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S9L86B-aJpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KCwZk-7-MfA/s1600/e-flyer_new_website12hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S9L86B-aJpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KCwZk-7-MfA/s200/e-flyer_new_website12hours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463707371846641298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and some friends are going to 12 hours event in Genting Highlands. Woohooo~! I wanna see Benny Benassi so baaaaaaaaaaaaaad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I am a BIIIIIIIIIG fan of Benny Benassi. He's my favourite house DJ of all time. Benny Benassi, I hope you don't cancel on me, my love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. on top of that, Pitbull is coming too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy Illusion by Benny Benassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fefd2rxl68&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fefd2rxl68&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1874405342093833143?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1874405342093833143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1874405342093833143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1874405342093833143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1874405342093833143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-highlights.html' title='May Highlights'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S9L86B-aJpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KCwZk-7-MfA/s72-c/e-flyer_new_website12hours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7132096991369583920</id><published>2010-04-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T05:08:07.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>I'm a murut girl~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1yBLRnvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RnbFQml59LM/s1600/DSC05354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1yBLRnvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RnbFQml59LM/s200/DSC05354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955156588895986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So can you guess where &amp;amp; what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1x4Q_xOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4ZSyirc3bV8/s1600/DSC05353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1x4Q_xOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4ZSyirc3bV8/s200/DSC05353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955154196972770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup it's the house of Murut or rumah murut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1xNb5HoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/60VTdsTvUqE/s1600/DSC05341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1xNb5HoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/60VTdsTvUqE/s200/DSC05341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955142699949698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on my previous &lt;a href="http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-job.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, this morning I had a chance to work with Sabah Tourism again. Sara, our photographer from "&lt;a href="http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-night-out.html"&gt;girls just wanna have fun&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8C_QRG-AI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_M3i8YZ3rms/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;issue&lt;/a&gt; requested me to be a murut girl for their colateral to be used in magazines/calendars/posters. Can I pass as a murut girl? If the answer is no then it's a shame cos I AM born half murut haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Museum early in the morning for this photoshoot. Like I said, I'd never think of wearing this costume unless I join Miss Kaamatan or something, which is impossible. Too bad I didn't get the chance to take picture with my murut "husband", cos he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fierceeeee&lt;/span&gt; in his outfit, ready to chop peoples' head off XD (cos that's what muruts do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well. I'm just gonna ask Sara, see if she could steal some pictures from the photoshoot for me he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1xk4HqwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UmFWqbszdgo/s1600/DSC05347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1xk4HqwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UmFWqbszdgo/s200/DSC05347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955148992359170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nova, wearing kadazan outfit&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/5037394976932297773-7132096991369583920?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7132096991369583920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7132096991369583920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7132096991369583920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7132096991369583920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-murut-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a murut girl~!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8k1yBLRnvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RnbFQml59LM/s72-c/DSC05354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7344968729347329899</id><published>2010-04-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:14:12.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>It takes a moment to change history but it takes love to change lives</title><content type='html'>11.40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to talk, but my heart can't stop questioning. I seriously have no idea what to do. Just because we have made some mistakes in the past, I am forced to do things that I don't want to. We are trying to make amends, too bad proving it is really hard &amp;amp; it requires some time. And during that time, I live in fear everyday and starting to resent everything.  I was trying to stay positive and believe that everything will be alright some day but she is so negative.. Everything is negative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will never succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will never be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if you will never get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these comes from a person who hates birthdays. I tried so hard not to fall into it but sometimes I don't feel strong enough to fight it. It's been too long now and I've lost my battle, so I finally decided to follow the "rules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we are still trying to settle all the problems we've left behind. He is still staying strong, even when I told him that I have given up. His spirit &amp;amp; attitude lifts me up again. For these past few years, I saw him changing to a real man, someone who would take responsibility. While most of the (muslim) guys his age spending money getting drunk every night, he was working hard 24/7 to prove to everyone that they are wrong. And THAT is why I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we can't be together, we promised to take care of each others' heart &amp;amp; feelings during this hard time. But sometimes I lost my way. All the negativity really affects me. When I think that this will never ever going to work, I close my heart completely. No I love u. No I miss u. No I care for u. I just can't get myself to say them. The feelings are real but I've become so bitter for all the things that is happening to me til I can't find them. I've buried them deep inside my heart so I won't have to feel it. Cos it hurts! I want to love him but I'm not allowed! (?) I end up hurting him, when all he wants is to make me happy. When this happens, I'd rather be alone. I feel guilty &amp;amp; confused.. all I want is to make him happy too, I just have no idea how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when people say you can't change someone, I think it's true. No one can change us but ourselves. It's just a matter of time. At the moment I am changing. But I have to say I don't like who I'm becoming; Angry, holding grudges, unhappy. *sigh* I'm just glad I took the sewing class. It's something that I fought for my own happiness and won. At least I did not rebel to the wrong path. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make anyone look good/bad here. It's just that there are 2 sides of every story. And it's time to tell mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.35am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7344968729347329899?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7344968729347329899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7344968729347329899&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7344968729347329899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7344968729347329899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-takes-moment-to-change-history-but.html' title='It takes a moment to change history but it takes love to change lives'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6444728314686279190</id><published>2010-04-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>New job?</title><content type='html'>This coming saturday, I am officially going to have a new job. It is not full time though. Just something I'd do for fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give u a hint. Never in a million years I'd wear this outfit, but this time I will have the chance to wear it =D I'm just embracing my roots~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6444728314686279190?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6444728314686279190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6444728314686279190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6444728314686279190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6444728314686279190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-job.html' title='New job?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-994921759289262457</id><published>2010-04-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Sore joints?</title><content type='html'>Some of you might know that I have scoliosis.. and sitting in front of my PC &amp;amp;  sewing machine is really bad for my back. I get back-ache almost every night and it hurts to sleep on my sides, which is a shame cos I can hardly fall asleep on my back. And then mummy introduced me to this supplement called Move free advanced (triple strength!) I took it for almost 2 weeks now, I didn't realize it until today that I haven't had any back pain lately. The supplement really works! It even says here "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comforting sore joints in less than 7 days&lt;/span&gt;"...  impressive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if any of you are having any kind of sore joints, give this supplement a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8HpSUolKKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oQT1EX8F-ao/s1600/Move+Free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8HpSUolKKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oQT1EX8F-ao/s200/Move+Free.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458900724335585442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-994921759289262457?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/994921759289262457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=994921759289262457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/994921759289262457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/994921759289262457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/04/sore-joints.html' title='Sore joints?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S8HpSUolKKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oQT1EX8F-ao/s72-c/Move+Free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1010989863895614685</id><published>2010-03-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Can't even think of a title for this</title><content type='html'>Hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to complain something here. I don't know why I always have bad luck in buying magazines. For example whenever I buy cleo or cosmo magazine from this particular store, I always end up disappointed because it's always the article that is the most interesting to read, got torn out. ALWAYS! You can even see what's left of it. I really don't understand. There was this 1 time, they took the page of  "50 naughty things to do in the bedroom"... I mean wth? why so desperate? I guess the workers glued it on their mirror or bed to memorize it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S643Bl6-PII/AAAAAAAAAew/vTj37uh2C-0/s1600/DSC05303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S643Bl6-PII/AAAAAAAAAew/vTj37uh2C-0/s200/DSC05303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453356699291106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another example is this one. Bought this magazine couple of months ago to study the fashion, and look what I get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S642_cPt_2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/IXK8H-3BJIs/s1600/DSC05302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S642_cPt_2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/IXK8H-3BJIs/s200/DSC05302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453356662334029666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S642-xAZDKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vcKy3kyOIWo/s1600/DSC05301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S642-xAZDKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vcKy3kyOIWo/s200/DSC05301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453356650727017634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S642-rNmozI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yFi-EM39eVE/s1600/DSC05300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S642-rNmozI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yFi-EM39eVE/s200/DSC05300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453356649171821362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers decided to cover those models' nipples with a black marker. Whyyyy oh whyyy??? It totally ruined the clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my god~ look at all these nipples! kids shouldn't see this! let's cover it!! 18 sx 18 sx!" *conteng* *conteng* "aha now it's safe..  let's seal it so people can't see what we've done&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really think perverts or kids would buy this magazine? It's a hundred and 48 freaking ringgit! And what guy would want to buy this expensive magazine just to look at nipples when they could easily go to the internet and search for porn. huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining about the nipples cos clearly I could just look at mine. I'm just angry that I spent lots of money for it, just to get a magazine yg kena conteng2! It's like buying a food and found out there are spits everywhere. Total violation! Next time I'm there, I will find the manager and talk about it, especially about the torn out pages! ih bikin gerigitan~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1010989863895614685?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1010989863895614685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1010989863895614685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1010989863895614685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1010989863895614685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-even-think-of-title-for-this.html' title='Can&apos;t even think of a title for this'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S643Bl6-PII/AAAAAAAAAew/vTj37uh2C-0/s72-c/DSC05303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-871105530350140032</id><published>2010-03-24T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Let's draw!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello~! How is everyone? I'm feeling very airy~ hehe If you follow my blog, you would know what I'm up to these days. It's been 2 months now since I joined a sewing class and I have already made 7 types of skirts. Since I'm confident enough to make some now, I've bought 2 machines for sewing and edging =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at the office today, and I realized I haven't drawn for quite some time now.. When I was little I used to draw human figures and make a storyline out of it. I decided it's time to test my drawing skills again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJMV_PoHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3nCUo_z0NsI/s1600/DSC05295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJMV_PoHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3nCUo_z0NsI/s200/DSC05295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452180406550896754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJNUZLPqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/K9ow-0eyv40/s1600/DSC05299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJNUZLPqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/K9ow-0eyv40/s200/DSC05299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452180423302659746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First 3 sketches after 15 years... So what do you think? Not bad ey~? ha ha I didn't have a proper eraser so that's why it's a bit messy and I still need to polish here and there (like the shoulders.. it looks a little imbalance to me :( ) And of course the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJMx_XVWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Hqm7em8wv5s/s1600/DSC05298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJMx_XVWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Hqm7em8wv5s/s200/DSC05298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452180414067594594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I bought this thick (!) book last year. It has all the technical design from skirts, to coats, shoes, pants.. etc. Once I studied the drawings, I could start incorporating them into my sketches! yay~ but I still need to finish the course or else i'm just gonna bit off more than I can chew. right? Ok I'm going to sew my own skirt now.. cya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;farraH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-871105530350140032?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/871105530350140032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=871105530350140032&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/871105530350140032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/871105530350140032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-draw.html' title='Let&apos;s draw!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6oJMV_PoHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3nCUo_z0NsI/s72-c/DSC05295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-120256398061386348</id><published>2010-03-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:14:12.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Love game</title><content type='html'>My cousin once asked me. Why is it always an ugly boyfriend with a gorgeous girlfriend? (or the opposite). I never actually thought of why until 1 night I was so bored I started to connect the dots. Ok this has nothing to do with anyone, it's just my personal opinion and it might not even be true ha ha so no flaming ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are just some made up scenario examples, and it goes vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Guys Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at his love history, he dates only unattractive girls.  He knows he could do better, but why oh why? Maybe he is in love? Aww... lucky girl. No, wait. That's not his girlfriend he's out with. She looks totally different on his facebook pictures. So.. on the phone he might be all mushy2 with his gf, but on the internet hes all lovey dovey with another girl. Why again? Just because he can. I mean why settle with only 1 girl with THAT face? and if he hooks up with a gorgeous girl, maybe his ego might shatter a bit, cos he's used to all the attention. He thought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody should look at her! They should look at me! me me me! I better dump this girl before she cheats on me&lt;/span&gt;" This type of guy is just too full of himself. The more girlfriends he has, the more highly he thinks of himself. Better not get attached. For fun... maaaaaaaaybe.... But if you are looking for a stable relationship, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Girls Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk around, and saw this gorgeous model looking girl with a blah boyfriend. And then you whisper to your friend "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a shame, pretty girl.. but ugly boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;" and then we ask. What did she see on this guy? Money maybe? Well it's probably true if we add OLD on that bf profile :P but let's keep the cynic thing aside. I'd love to see this as true love. This guy managed to get this girl's heart. I bet he worked so hard for it. Another conclusion, probably this girl is afraid to have a handsome bf (refer to scenario 1), so she settled with someone who would appreciate them more. Well if you are in the bf's shoe, who would wanna let go a gorgeous gf right?? That would make all of your friends jealous! haha.. so everybody wins here. This girl knows that her bf would never leave her, and this guy treats her right so she would be all head over heels in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, they're just examples to make you think. Of course it is debatable. Not all of them are these kinds. Handsome guys marry gorgeous girls too,  I know lots of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't matter how we look like now. At the end of the day, we want someone who would want to grow old with us. Someone who would appreciate every single wrinkle we have, not laugh at how many teeth we have left, and still say we look beautiful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6PUgU7VXsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zDI7FHWJvlY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6PUgU7VXsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zDI7FHWJvlY/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450433625886908098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, THAT is love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-120256398061386348?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/120256398061386348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=120256398061386348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/120256398061386348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/120256398061386348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-game.html' title='Love game'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S6PUgU7VXsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zDI7FHWJvlY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4166470956593676555</id><published>2010-03-14T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>The cleaning devil got into me again</title><content type='html'>So I guess this is what happens when I'm left alone at home and have nothing to do. I cleaned my room again. This time I cleaned my desk and emptied a drawer on my nightstand.. and the drawer... omg it was really heavy to open cos 15 years of junks are all piled up in there! Imagine, when you open up a treasure box and feel amaaaaaazed.. hah! that was my reaction hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what do we have...&lt;br /&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/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeOTJbCPI/AAAAAAAAAco/yFJLKz9X7zc/s1600-h/DSC05278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeOTJbCPI/AAAAAAAAAco/yFJLKz9X7zc/s200/DSC05278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448403617706608882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some really old photos.. I don't know why they end up in that drawer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeeS-sa-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FTvgIvu0Drw/s1600-h/DSC05291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeeS-sa-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FTvgIvu0Drw/s200/DSC05291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448403892539517922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aha this 1 is tricky.. I remember the last time I went to the beach and found this was.. hmm.. (*long think*) ok I can't recall.. but this shell still looks like NEW! It hasn't aged a bit! *jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeQXESClI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EzkH6-0RjWA/s1600-h/DSC05290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeQXESClI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EzkH6-0RjWA/s200/DSC05290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448403653118528082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesssss old handphones~!!!! the biggest phone is actually the one I used when I was 13 yrs old. I carried it around jalan2 in Centre Point with my posse. When it's time, everyone would use it to call mummy/daddy. "pick me up at centre point pls?" wahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeQP8LjnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/F6gPVrYtm7U/s1600-h/DSC05282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeQP8LjnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/F6gPVrYtm7U/s200/DSC05282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448403651205500530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww... why don't you look at that.. A small book with my old time crush face on it. Wanna know what I wrote in it? All my friend's IRC nicknames! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yePtSj6bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/J0MJEn-tgWI/s1600-h/DSC05289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yePtSj6bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/J0MJEn-tgWI/s200/DSC05289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448403641904130482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spice girls.. BSB.. 5ive.. typical teenager :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the other cassettes, I guess those are recorded voice of me &amp;amp; my bestfriend (reading comics whilst making funny voices based on the characters) I would rather not listen to them again! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yePQn1h0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Rjg9boWe_D4/s1600-h/DSC05279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yePQn1h0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Rjg9boWe_D4/s200/DSC05279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448403634208737090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My OLD Alien Workshop wallet! Remember this type? You know when you open it, it has this "kreeeekkkkk" sound wahahahaha This 1 went into the toilet bowl once, of course it's in the trash now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4166470956593676555?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4166470956593676555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4166470956593676555&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4166470956593676555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4166470956593676555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/03/cleaning-devil-got-into-me-again.html' title='The cleaning devil got into me again'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S5yeOTJbCPI/AAAAAAAAAco/yFJLKz9X7zc/s72-c/DSC05278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2509792389709452366</id><published>2010-03-03T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:25:28.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde moment'/><title type='text'>My SunClock Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S46oJboosUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yHvBsx9G0tk/s1600-h/26540_105213956166545_100000338237824_129029_199486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S46oJboosUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yHvBsx9G0tk/s200/26540_105213956166545_100000338237824_129029_199486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444473879527993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sun clock. Before there were clocks, people use shadows to tell time. But maybe you already knew this so I'm not gonna explain more. What I'm gonna tell you though is my sweet own story about this clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken by my brother recently in Korea. I bet he was laughing when he took it. You wanna know why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Melbourne, when we had our family vacation, we went to this beautiful park with lots of flowers. Then I heard my brother said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro: Eee.. jam matahari (Eee..  a sun clock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking at him, with hands on my hips, confidently I said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: OOoohhhhh... ni pula.. nda pernah nampak (oh...this is how it looks like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... IN FRONT OF A FREAKING FOUNTAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was like... "er... not that.. this.." while pointing at that SMALL clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of them laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but laugh at myself. Why didn't I look at my brother first and see where he was looking? I seriously thought that fountain was the sun clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2509792389709452366?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2509792389709452366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2509792389709452366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2509792389709452366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2509792389709452366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sunclock-story.html' title='My SunClock Story'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S46oJboosUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yHvBsx9G0tk/s72-c/26540_105213956166545_100000338237824_129029_199486_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5264428681721512400</id><published>2010-02-22T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Things our mum taught us</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were little, our parents told us not to do this and that and sometimes we would believe it? For example, finish your rice cos if u didn't, they will cry. Well it's not good to waste food but for 5 year olds they would never understand about poverty or how hard our parents worked to feed us. Some other examples are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't sing while cooking/eating or you would end up marrying an old man. Err.. guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I had a dream 2 days ago and I told mummy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Mi, I dreamed that I lost this sandal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ohooo~ That means someone stole your boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no comment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What about the dream I had before my sandal went missing? A big snake was coming to bite me. This one means someone is going to propose. So I expect the one who was going to propose to me is now stolen by some crazy b*tch? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oh. If you lose your tooth, someone from your family is going to die. I hate to believe this one cos it scares me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how did they came up with these meanings. I don't believe in it but it's fun to know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any other hidden meaning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-5264428681721512400?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5264428681721512400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5264428681721512400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5264428681721512400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5264428681721512400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-our-mum-taught-us.html' title='Things our mum taught us'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3282570405886409873</id><published>2010-02-12T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Want your bad romance</title><content type='html'>I have an addiction to Lady Gaga's 'Bad romance'! I just read PerezHiton and saw this amazing cover by Caro Emerald. I love her voice and I think they did a really great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RgRwIVMfM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RgRwIVMfM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3282570405886409873?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3282570405886409873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3282570405886409873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3282570405886409873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3282570405886409873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/02/want-your-bad-romance.html' title='Want your bad romance'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6641669614766489230</id><published>2010-02-10T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Class A? NOT!</title><content type='html'>Went to the worst Pizza Hut last night. Not gonna tell you which 1 but just a hint, somewhere near my house (if you know where I live =P) My friend told me never to go there because of the shiteous service and now I know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 2 eyelashes on my plate, (not mine ok~) I tell you.. everything is dirty. The spoon, the fork, the floor, even the waitress has B.O. Mind you this is a CLASS A restaurant (?). So I ordered.. 10minutes later, the garlic bread came. Wait. Garlic bread? I never ordered this. Dad called the waitress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse Me. We never ordered this. We ordered Breadstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh??? Who took your order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*looking around*....... I don't know which 1 is her. But can you just check our order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya lah. What did you order? Tell me who took your order????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....................How should we know her name??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't know. But can you go to the counter and check it yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she just stands there like a dumbass. Maybe still digesting the message. SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;A different waitress came and said that we ordered garlic bread on the receipt. Of course we're not going to settle for what we didn't order. She took the garlic bread with her and came back with a burnt breadstick. Like seriously hitam ni bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK dorang mengamuk ka apa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same waitress came, and asked if we want to change it again.. probably she saw our faces haha Now my mum is worried if they're going to spit on it later lol but the new one looked perfect (we hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered long time ago, somewhere I can't remember, I ordered something and they gave me a different dish. When I said I did not order that, she said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: Oh. We can't change it. You have to eat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will never ever go to THAT place again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Of course tu org kena sumpah seranah la hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6641669614766489230?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6641669614766489230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6641669614766489230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6641669614766489230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6641669614766489230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/02/class-not.html' title='Class A? NOT!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2683971377678228581</id><published>2010-02-10T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:14:12.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Where are you Prince Charming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S3Ld69gKMzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sr0qDKKDpLc/s1600-h/g-021-prince-charming-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S3Ld69gKMzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sr0qDKKDpLc/s200/g-021-prince-charming-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436651705201210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I posted something about wanting to have a prince charming for valentines on my Facebook Status and some people asked me if he could be MY "prince charming". Hmm.. I don't think they understand what is the meaning here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Prince charming is someone PERFECT who would come and rescue me on his white horse, and put me out of my misery and live happily ever after! .. FOREVER! (And they would never ask, they just popped out out of nowhere.) But we all know there's no such thing. They only exist in never-neverland. I envy all the disney princesses, they got all the good guys... haha just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought, what would happen if they lived in our world? Lets take Cinderella for example. What if she got married, and discovered that she is barren. Of course her in-laws, the King and Queen would want an heir to the throne. So prince charming is forced to marry again, even worse if he got married to one of her step sister!  Poor Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it's all about modern love. You can't get married if you don't have enough money to feed your future wife, or if a woman is better than her guy, she is considered a threat, or your parents hate your partner so they force you to leave. It is all so complicated people should just put their relationship status as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a relationship and is complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and don't get offended by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just babbling here =) Valentines day is around the corner and for the first time in 8 years I have no one to celebrate with. But it's okay. I'm celebrating singles day everyday anyway muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/love/tests/prince.htm"&gt;Is he Prince Charming or Mr. Wrong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL and I got 'His Royal Richness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You've probably read a lot of fairy   tales -- and liked what you saw!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Probably :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2683971377678228581?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2683971377678228581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2683971377678228581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2683971377678228581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2683971377678228581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-are-you-prince-charming.html' title='Where are you Prince Charming?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/S3Ld69gKMzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sr0qDKKDpLc/s72-c/g-021-prince-charming-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4285092113436440543</id><published>2010-02-04T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>FB status updates</title><content type='html'>Hello~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about Facebook. Have you ever wondered and think back when there was no internet back in the old days, we had no idea what people were thinking? Now every morning we could read what's on their mind, every single day, hour and minute even. Don't you think that we are like stalking them? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't actually mind reading people's mind. But I have to admit some of the status updates are really really annoying. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I miss my darling so much~! Can't wait for him to come back home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we know you are in love and misses him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yay my darling is on his way home. Want to hug and kiss you~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay~ no need to tell people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My darling is finally here! I'm so happy! hug hug kiss kiss I'm so happy!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? It annoys me so much! If you are happy hug hug kiss kiss him why are you still here updating your status facebook? Betul ka nda?? And it rewinds again the next day...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this girl, since I know her, I just click on hide button. No more annoying status updates from her hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm so busy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wah~ So busy with work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So busy busy busy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you this guy updates his status every single minute and goes liking everyones status and pictures  like he has nothing else to do. And then he wrote this on his status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"LOL punya boring ko punya status!! bagus nda payah update lah! bikin penat ja mo like!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. huh?? Dia fikir status dia best lah? hahahaha Since this guy is just my friend's friend, I delete him straight away =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mau update status pun, simpan la yg bagus2 kan.. no need to tell people that you miss your lover every 5minutes, or insult other people's status sedangkan sendiri punya status pun bagus kalau best hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another reminder, please don't display your personal life too much. For example cursing another girl calling her bitch/slut cos she stole your bf/husband. That's too much information we don't need to know. You are just going to embarass yourself  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;farraH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4285092113436440543?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4285092113436440543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4285092113436440543&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4285092113436440543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4285092113436440543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/02/fb-status-updates.html' title='FB status updates'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6022791749594365182</id><published>2010-01-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>What's your passion?</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of pursuing my career in fashion. I love clothes, creating an ensemble is something I was born to. I think fashion is art. I love the beauty of it. Another gift I have is the ability to draw. I used to draw a lot when I was little. Since I have this talent and passion, why don't I take it to another level right? So I've decided to learn how to make dresses by joining a 6 months full course sewing class and we will see how many I could create and sell =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course not everyone would approve this. I was put down when I told her about my decision. I was really hurt when she said that I'm never going to succeed. I know she wants me to take the easy way; by being a teacher, or a doctor or anything that sounds better than a business woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Project Runway (all season), I follow fashion blogs  and I could browse at dresses all day long if I could. I have a bunch of designs in my head just waiting to be made. That's what I do everyday but she never knew that. Instead of giving support, she just went negative about it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a while, but then I realized. Why am I crying? People who are negative about others are usually unhappy and wants to be in control to cover up their own insecurities. Instead of sinking to her level, why don't I just prove her wrong? She can't hurt me unless I let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I am glad this had happen to me. It is like a great gift because I have discovered an area within that needs healing. The solution is to take advantage of it. Our reaction and how we handle it will teach us the most about ourselves. No matter what bad things people wants to say, the comments will tell you a lot about the person who’s making the comments. It’s their anger and frustration and THEY should deal with it, NOT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you should do whatever that excites you. Find a job that you love, so you will never have to work your whole life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;farraH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6022791749594365182?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6022791749594365182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6022791749594365182&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6022791749594365182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6022791749594365182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-passion.html' title='What&apos;s your passion?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4472081203542113380</id><published>2009-12-15T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:14:12.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Goodbye love..</title><content type='html'>I gambled my love today. I thought I have the future in my hands, unfortunately my present is slipping away. I'm scared of what might happen and what might not. I had to be selfish this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love and be loved; the feeling that would make me thankful for whatever happen without any regrets. I always believed in true love. I'm a romantic at heart. I love to watch shooting stars and make wishes. I love to sit by the beach and just listen to the sound of waves. Or maybe kiss in the rain. One day I hope I could find someone who would want to be my companion to witness all the sweetest thing in life. Someone who would hold my hand, kiss them and never let go. When our lips met, his heart would just stopped beating and he cherish every second of it. The way he looks at me, he doesn't have to say those 3 words, because I can see it in his brown eyes.. and the difference this time is, I would feel the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste time on being angry because love should never be resentful. I've tried so hard to be strong but there are times when I've been so overcome with anger, I've doubted my love for him. I don't feel right and it's not fair for him to be treated this way. I'm tired of being in the same situation over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to leave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4472081203542113380?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4472081203542113380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4472081203542113380&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4472081203542113380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4472081203542113380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-love.html' title='Goodbye love..'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2675959662171352377</id><published>2009-12-02T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:14:12.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>From the heart</title><content type='html'>Crying silently&lt;br /&gt;Over the sacrifices we've made&lt;br /&gt;Willing to risk it all&lt;br /&gt;Today I've hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was careless&lt;br /&gt;Being in this situation&lt;br /&gt;Made me a careless person&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to please everyone&lt;br /&gt;And I end up hurting myself too&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think i'm in control&lt;br /&gt;Other times I have no idea what to do&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel useless&lt;br /&gt;I've betrayed my family&lt;br /&gt;I've disappoint him&lt;br /&gt;and I've lose trust in myself&lt;br /&gt;The walls I built&lt;br /&gt;to shield me from hurting&lt;br /&gt;is tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;I don't think is right anymore&lt;br /&gt;There's just only one thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2675959662171352377?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2675959662171352377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2675959662171352377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2675959662171352377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2675959662171352377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-heart.html' title='From the heart'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1666462651947043315</id><published>2009-11-24T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>We've been robbed!</title><content type='html'>I got a call yesterday from my brother all the way from KL. He was asking if I came to the office on friday and took the sales money with me. I was a bit offended with his question hahaha because I thought he was just checking if I went to work or not =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out our office was ransacked! The burglars took our petty cash, a laptop and a projector! Ahh~ I was so glad I took the sales money with me.. or else we would have lost thousands of ringgit! The police came and found lots of fingerprints around the cash box (yes they left it behind) and the fridge which was pushed aside to make their nasty entrance. I'm just wondering if the police would take this seriously or will just leave it. Will they find them and put them behind bars? Could we get our stuff back? I hope so... We need justice! I bet the burglars just wanted some money for drugs or glue for them to sniff their brains out!! Grrrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were really not in a mood to do anything after that.. We feel violated. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel hungry. I opened my special drawer where I keep all my snacks, I realised they were missing too. Cilaka punya pencuri! Keropok mamee 40sen pun dia mau curi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1666462651947043315?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1666462651947043315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1666462651947043315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1666462651947043315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1666462651947043315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-been-robbed.html' title='We&apos;ve been robbed!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4724696538030241243</id><published>2009-11-10T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:25:28.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde moment'/><title type='text'>Blonde moment</title><content type='html'>I had a blonde moment few days ago. For all this while I thought I was being paranoid of my handphone. I could feel it vibrating in my bag but everytime I check it, no missed call,  no sms or whatsoever. So I thought, maybe... who am I kidding. I had no idea where the vibrate came from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 1 day... jeng jeng jeng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with my family and I felt it vibrating again. My bag was on my lap so I quickly check my phone. Nothing. So I complained to my sis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTH! Why do I always feel my bag vibrating???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continue eating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brrrrrrrr* *brrrrrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:    O.O      girl!!!! feel my bag!! feel my bag!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved carefully so my sister could reach my bag. I was afraid if I just gave her the bag the vibrate would stop. Cos u know. Just to prove that I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *felt my bag*...  eeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: kaaaaaaaaannnn??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then about 10sec later while she was still feeling my bag, I laughed my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahahahaha! I'm so stupid! It's my mascara!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: .................    Budu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, apparently I bought a vibrating mascara few months ago and I forgot about it hahahaaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4724696538030241243?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4724696538030241243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4724696538030241243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4724696538030241243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4724696538030241243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/11/blonde-moment.html' title='Blonde moment'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6958712964335811106</id><published>2009-11-02T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>It's November~</title><content type='html'>It just feels like yesterday since I last posted my 2008 halloween. Time flies so fast! This year all of us plan to "be" someone since we didn't get the chance to dress up last year. As for me, I already had this dress that I never used before. I showed it to my friend Haizum, and she's actually the 1 who gave me the idea to be a jailbird. She even made my hat lol (thanks zum~). We went to IceBar 1st and the crowd there was such a snore fest. Only few of them wore costumes, so we left. Shenanigans was much better. Check out my friends costumes'!  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su7-cx_jClI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6gh2oFrpq8M/s1600-h/14641_325783890502_508105502_9680625_7202616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su7-cx_jClI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6gh2oFrpq8M/s200/14641_325783890502_508105502_9680625_7202616_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399532773673470546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic! hahaha everyone was all in character. This reminds me of highschool when all of us had to do silly skits for the whole school. We have the witch, the retro diva, the pendekar (malay warrior), the joker, the nerd, the jailbird and the rocker from a malay jiwang band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These 2 cracks me up! I still laugh everytime I see these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8DXlaOOlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zGBKR9bjjfk/s1600-h/DSC01795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8DXlaOOlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zGBKR9bjjfk/s200/DSC01795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538181954484818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8DX0mYOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/0yg1BqT6Qdg/s1600-h/DSC01796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8DX0mYOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/0yg1BqT6Qdg/s200/DSC01796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538186032003698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok I have to go find a hiding place before the police finds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8A3-QfUvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0-DpRDXrDPA/s1600-h/14641_325781575502_508105502_9680604_5467544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8A3-QfUvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0-DpRDXrDPA/s200/14641_325781575502_508105502_9680604_5467544_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399535439845479154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Sabah Magazine is out hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8C_QRG-AI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_M3i8YZ3rms/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su8C_QRG-AI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_M3i8YZ3rms/s200/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399537763962255362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6958712964335811106?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6958712964335811106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6958712964335811106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6958712964335811106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6958712964335811106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-november.html' title='It&apos;s November~'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Su7-cx_jClI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6gh2oFrpq8M/s72-c/14641_325783890502_508105502_9680625_7202616_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4348663027001215212</id><published>2009-10-24T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Halloween is coming</title><content type='html'>Hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is next week! Are u excited? Have u decided what costume are u gonna wear? Well this year I'm not sure if i'm going to celebrate it like last year. It depends on my girlfriends (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAWAN2 PEREMPUAN&lt;/span&gt;) if they have plans or not hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do u wanna be a cute barbie? or maybe the hot sexy Jessica Rabbit? Perhaps Michael Jackson???? I just subscribed and followed this celebrity make-up artist's youtube and blog. Check out her amazing work! This girl is damn talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoU4Kqz8Txc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoU4Kqz8Txc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow her blogspot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kandeethemakeupartist.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kandee the make-up artist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kandeethemakeupartist"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCPC,&lt;br /&gt;farraH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Ok.. this PCPC thing is actually starting to annoy me lol If u don't know what it means, it's actually Peluk Cium Peluk Cium. I was lepaking with my girlfriends (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAWAN2 PEREMPUAN&lt;/span&gt;) the other day and we were talking about gossip girl. And 1 of my friend said what if there were sabahan version of XOXO? So thats how she got it and it started to spread among us -.- even more annoying with "Saya tau kamu sayang saya" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I swear this is the last post i'm using it. No more after this =P kembang bulu eh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4348663027001215212?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4348663027001215212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4348663027001215212&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4348663027001215212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4348663027001215212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-is-coming.html' title='Halloween is coming'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6074788419815858380</id><published>2009-10-22T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Tell me..</title><content type='html'>Am I overreacted here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while I was browsing through Facebook, I got a pop up message from an old old friend from primary school. We were primary 4 and I remember I never liked him cos he's 1 of the naughty boy in class. Suka membuli. So the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: Hi!! Still remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hi.. yes of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: What u doing now? working in kk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: yup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: Oh where and what do u work as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hm.. My bro and I have our own company in Lintas.. kinda work for myself la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: wow~ i'm talking to a boss lah ni! oooh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: hehe teda la.. we're just a state stockist for this company in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then u know what he said???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: CEH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Ceh? It's not good enough u think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: Boh2~ I never said its not good enough.. its not like i said its crap! (something like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *offline*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe he didn't mean it. But don't u think it's just plain RUDE? You just talked with this person after so long and that's how you make a conversation?  For me the word 'ceh' is like an introduction to an insult, but the rest of the sentence is just kept inside. It's not like I was talking big and making millions in that company. If I was minta puji'ing with that then I deserve a ceh lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even bother continue talking to him, he did such a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh~ bikin meradang betul..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6074788419815858380?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6074788419815858380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6074788419815858380&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6074788419815858380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6074788419815858380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me.html' title='Tell me..'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2315027534998070318</id><published>2009-10-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Morning Call</title><content type='html'>This morning I had a very unpleasant conversation with someone on the phone. For those who know me, you know I'm not a morning person. I can't even recall when was the last time I "see" morning. Oh wait. I remember sleeping at 6am though, so I think that was the last one =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, I would never ever pick up a phone call in the mornings. Especially not house phone! Because I know that would be the phone company reminding us to pay the bills or my aunties wanting to talk to my mum etc etc. Same goes to my handphone. I would just look at the name and if I don't know what it is regarding, I would not pick up even if I know the person =P Unless they have really really important stuff to talk to me (like 10missed calls). I'm also kinda phobia with unknown morning calls because there was 1 time I did not expect to get a call, and that call really scared the shit out of me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, last night I slept at 4am+, and after 4hours of sleep, I was disturbed by the workers and drilling noise in the next room (House is still under renovation). I tried to suck it all in to my dream, and as I was drifting away, my little brother woke me up again with the house phone in his hand. With an angry voice, I answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: ah hello~ boleh bercakap sama miss Farrah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Oh hai miss Farrah. Miss Farrah ada account di (Toot) Bank ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Ok, kami sekarang ada talk untuk awareness *ngenggggggg ngengggggggggg gorororororgo* kita jumpa *ngengggggggggg* *ngenggggggggggggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ha? mau jumpa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Iya supaya kami boleh terangkan dengan lebih lanjut lah. Miss boleh datang ke (Toot) Bank di Toot ka hari *brrrrrrrruuuuuuutttttttttt* *ngengggggggggggg*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nda bulih (nda tau bila pun ckp ja nda bulih hahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Oh kenapa? Miss kerja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Iya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: OK kalau petang2 lepas kerja buli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nda (That's my nap time! Kahkahkahkah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Kalau time lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nda dapat juga (Malas mo pi KK bah tengari2 bongok! ko tau ka jam?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Ada hari2 lain kah yg miss free untuk datang sini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tiada. Nda payah la, saya nda mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Ok kalau macam tu saya datang pergi ofis miss lah.. di mana tu ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kenapa lagi ko mo jumpa tu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Untuk awareness *ngeeeeeeeeenggggggggg* *barbarbarbabrabarbar* *ngengggggggggggggggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: jadi kita *ngeeeeeeeeenggggggggg* supaya *granggrangrggrangrangr* *ngengggggggggggggggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: saya nda dengar oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: begini lah.. miss bagi fon number office, nanti rabu next week saya cari miss di ofis miss lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (me pun bagi ja la.. panas sudah hati mo bercakap panjang2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Ok next week saya call lagi lah untuk confirmation ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mmmbah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it. I didn't really understand what she was talking about cos mostly I was cursing my bro for giving me that call, cursing the workers for making so much noise, and cursing the caller for disturbing my sleep with her ceramah! I hate it when people don't want to take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lovely readers, what do you propose I do when she calls again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Ask my colleague to say that there are no miss Farrah working there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Ask my colleague to say that I'm out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Just hang up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you have any other idea?  I have a strong feeling that she's gonna sell me something or join this and that. I need your help here =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tau kamu sayang saya,&lt;br /&gt;PCPC&lt;br /&gt;farraH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting annoying I know =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2315027534998070318?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2315027534998070318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2315027534998070318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2315027534998070318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2315027534998070318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-call.html' title='Morning Call'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2360186906147405493</id><published>2009-10-16T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Ice Bar Grand Opening Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Stlir1jkZqI/AAAAAAAAAao/IT1hXcAh2KU/s1600-h/7624_310863195502_508105502_9463459_871721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Stlir1jkZqI/AAAAAAAAAao/IT1hXcAh2KU/s200/7624_310863195502_508105502_9463459_871721_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450534003041954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast last night with my girlies. The street party for Ice Bar Opening was damn fun! It was packed though, everyone was going in and out of the bar.. bergesel2 sana til my friend said "hey~! banyak batang sudah saya rasa oh!" *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bubbles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/StlisdUDFaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2A0xijksYn4/s1600-h/7624_310868820502_508105502_9463737_4539721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/StlisdUDFaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2A0xijksYn4/s200/7624_310868820502_508105502_9463737_4539721_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450544675362210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/StlirYl0YhI/AAAAAAAAAag/uo1f_DQt6Fs/s1600-h/7624_310864175502_508105502_9463472_5809789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/StlirYl0YhI/AAAAAAAAAag/uo1f_DQt6Fs/s200/7624_310864175502_508105502_9463472_5809789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450526227849746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Stliqz99FbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7Gv8OCqHr8M/s1600-h/7624_310870100502_508105502_9463751_3916690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Stliqz99FbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7Gv8OCqHr8M/s200/7624_310870100502_508105502_9463751_3916690_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450516396971442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and Point Blanc (from Poetic Ammo) did a very good job DJing. Everytime I see him dance I feel like dancing with him too. The most annoying part was, the floor was uneven! I wore high heels and they were killing me. I even took them off cos I couldn't stand it anymore lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/StliszNxsmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WOMoqXCKW4w/s1600-h/7624_310871445502_508105502_9463762_7642979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/StliszNxsmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WOMoqXCKW4w/s200/7624_310871445502_508105502_9463762_7642979_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450550554636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is just a short post. All we did was partying so nothing much to say here except for; KK should have more big events like this!!  Baru laaa happening kan?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The DJ played most of my favourite house music! yay~! Here's 1 of it.. enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/US52VPUPRjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/US52VPUPRjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2360186906147405493?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2360186906147405493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2360186906147405493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2360186906147405493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2360186906147405493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/ice-bar-grand-opening-event.html' title='Ice Bar Grand Opening Event'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Stlir1jkZqI/AAAAAAAAAao/IT1hXcAh2KU/s72-c/7624_310863195502_508105502_9463459_871721_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-272075339836088061</id><published>2009-10-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>It's official. I have CVS.</title><content type='html'>I have been having headache almost everyday now since hari raya. I first realised it when I was in the car on the way to Kota Belud, the vision from the side window almost made me puke. I thought my migraine came back so I bought migrain pills. The pills didn't work, so I turned to my friends asking their advice. Since I'm seeing double vision everyday and the headache is around my eyebrow areas, they suggested me to make an eye check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went today and the result was Computer Vision Syndrome (CVS) or Rabun Cahaya as they would say. Apparently my eyes are too tired, I strained them too much looking at computer screen. I can't deny that. I'm addicted to internet since mIRC was invented, that was like 12 years ago! Kasian my eyes. 12 years of non-stop straining hahaha.. ok not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is this could be temporary. I only have to wear glasses til my eyes are back to stable condition. In the mean time, I have to lessen my "computer activities"... aka online game =P yes I play legend of mir too much, oh and not forgetting facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually starting to look for sewing classes at the moment. I want to start making short casual dresses for everyday use. Maybe if i'm good enough I could sell them right? hehehe It's such a perfect time to quit computer don't u think?...... Well maybe not quit. Take a break is more like it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache and I keep on squinting.. what am I still doing here? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time to get some rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peluk Cium Peluk Cium&lt;br /&gt;farraH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahahahahahahahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-272075339836088061?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/272075339836088061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=272075339836088061&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/272075339836088061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/272075339836088061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official-i-have-cvs.html' title='It&apos;s official. I have CVS.'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4151040583648209079</id><published>2009-10-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Girls night out~!</title><content type='html'>Not a typical one though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from high school asked us a favour to be the models for their magazine (Sabah Magazine). It was an easy job for us cos all we had to do was "pretend" to have a good time at dinner and in the club after. Since the food and drinks were on the house *wink*, who wouldn't accept this offer right muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a good time for sure in Toscani Restaurant.The best part was we didn't even have to pretend because all of us are best friends. It's just like a normal dinner for us. But what awkward was, whenever Sara our photographer picked up her camera, all of us gone stiff. When she wasn't taking pics, all hell broke loose! LOL! We didn't even finish our food because we had to "control2" eating and smiling at the same time. The chef must be pissed cos we just cubit2 the food here and there hehehe 2 bottles of wine were opened with appetizers, seafood platter and pizza yum yum~ unfortunately we only finished the pizza. Although, Rini and I got the chance to take pics with the delicious appetizer( and eat them too, sorry gg and acom =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bJZZkJ9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IEU80CJAg04/s1600-h/9221_302525650502_508105502_9343741_5698091_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bJZZkJ9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IEU80CJAg04/s200/9221_302525650502_508105502_9343741_5698091_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390134914771593170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bJ2kCrlI/AAAAAAAAAaA/59hsXipzq1s/s1600-h/9221_302525700502_508105502_9343750_3991899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bJ2kCrlI/AAAAAAAAAaA/59hsXipzq1s/s200/9221_302525700502_508105502_9343750_3991899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390134922600164946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, we went to Cock and Bull for partying and few other girls joined us there. We were given wine, cocktails and flaming Lamborghini for the 'Cheers cheers' photoshoot. Gg and I was asked to do flaming lambo, I was like "u must be joking. I have no idea to even pose for this shot" but I did it anyway. Pose only, not drink! The club goers must be jealous and frustrated at the same time, all those free alcohol, none of us drink it =P We did sneak a peek at Sara's camera and my she did a wonderful job. She took stunning pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bKRNn3bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/evY7BOa0pH8/s1600-h/9221_302528640502_508105502_9343811_6598887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bKRNn3bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/evY7BOa0pH8/s200/9221_302528640502_508105502_9343811_6598887_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390134929753890226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bKoTE68I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LbFGX_z2LK0/s1600-h/9221_302538210502_508105502_9343841_4302084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bKoTE68I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LbFGX_z2LK0/s200/9221_302538210502_508105502_9343841_4302084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390134935950781378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue will be out in November. It is usually distributed to hotels, airplanes and some restaurants. Can't wait to see it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4151040583648209079?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4151040583648209079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4151040583648209079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4151040583648209079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4151040583648209079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out~!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Ss2bJZZkJ9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IEU80CJAg04/s72-c/9221_302525650502_508105502_9343741_5698091_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-9203528269732110389</id><published>2009-10-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>No london this year</title><content type='html'>Grrr.. I even bought the tickets few months earlier cos it was so damn cheap!! Less than RM2k from KK-KL-Dubai-London (pulang balik lg oh!) We were suppose to leave next month but 2 of my friends changed their mind =( and I don't fancy going there alone with my sister only. Punya bosan tu. I asked my parents to come along but they can't leave the house since it's still under renovation. Even my cousins are not available. *sob* *sob* so sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK la... maybe next year I will get my revenge! (kunun) hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-9203528269732110389?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/9203528269732110389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=9203528269732110389&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9203528269732110389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9203528269732110389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-london-this-year.html' title='No london this year'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3920789749037635165</id><published>2009-09-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>High School &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Met with my 2 bestfriends last night for an update about everything. There were lots of reminiscing and mengumpat session lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up was how we used to be obsessed about Center point. Every Saturday at 11am all of us MUST reach there and our meeting point was in front of Burger King! hahaha... was a bit sad when BK moved, lots of sweet memories happened there. We questioned ourselves what the hell did we do there from 11am-5pm? round round pusing pusing! Singgah2 from Mode Cafe to Burger King to Mc D and KFC. Can't even stay there for more than 2hours now LOL aaah~ youth... lots to see.. lots to learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we moved to highschool stories. My bestfriend's boyfriend was with us too. He talked about how they always visit St Francis Convent in the morning (6am ah) just to sit at the bus stop and watch convent girls.. err arrive :P (and went home to continue sleep after) And every time there was a convent sport, it's like a huge party for them, as in "I was the organizer to call the others to come watch" LOL Imagine lah how shoooooooooort was our pants! No wonder they went crazy. Some lucky "fans" could break into the stadium, some not. Too bad :P Even now I still see a group of guys would park their car in front of the school just to look at girls. I guess Convent girls are like forbidden fruits hahaha it's  fun to see us in that secluded building as they can't do anything but watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell much about mengumpat session. We shouldn't be doing that in bulan puasa to be honest hahaha Later "you're goin to the down dereeeeee~" as acom would say. Of course there are loads more stories, from she who married the teacher/her bestfriend's father/longtime bf (not 1 person only ah) to "omg she has a baby now? She used to be your little foster sister!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ I miss those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I feel old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3920789749037635165?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3920789749037635165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3920789749037635165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3920789749037635165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3920789749037635165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/09/high-school-3.html' title='High School &lt;3'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2293402356914457046</id><published>2009-08-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Err..?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if this is real or not but I really don't think so. Whoever done this is just mean =P I have to admit i did laugh a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are easily offended do not click &lt;a href="http://74.125.155.132/search?q=cache:Gyizmaw78AIJ:twitter.com/stviewonder+stevie+wonder+twitter&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2293402356914457046?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2293402356914457046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2293402356914457046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2293402356914457046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2293402356914457046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/08/err.html' title='Err..?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7275372092742330288</id><published>2009-08-25T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Help! Annoying guy on the loose!</title><content type='html'>Psst psst.. I have something to tell u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mawi look-alike working near my office who can't seem to stop harassing me. I have been ignoring his sms for the past few months. Imagine la msgs like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai.. sunyi ja. di mana dia anak kambing saya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salam.. helo(echo)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh~ annoying kan? What am I suppose to reply msgs like that?! Bikin sayang credit ja! And everytime I finish work and was heading back to my car he would ran out of his office to "hangout" and senyum2 kambing sana hoping I would smile back at him. Luckily I have my loyal sunglass. I always fake talking to my sister &amp; pretend not to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him I'm not available, he said "Oh I don't believe u"... BAAAAH~??!!!???? apa masalah ni urg ni hahahaha He seriously can't take the hint that I am not interested at all! wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today something caught my eyes. Below the signboard at the company he's working, there is a new company signboard but a bit smaller. I guess they made a "sub" company.. and guess what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara (something) Sdn.Bhd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7275372092742330288?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7275372092742330288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7275372092742330288&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7275372092742330288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7275372092742330288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-annoying-guy-on-loose.html' title='Help! Annoying guy on the loose!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3148294527353146073</id><published>2009-08-20T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Fail =P</title><content type='html'>A short entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day after lunch I went to the kitchen to get some fruits. There were bananas on the table, when I wanted to grab 1, something caught my eyes which is very funny. The tag on the banana was "Banana Keling".. wahahaha~ maybe it's weird to call it "Indian Banana" cos it sounds so wrong lol! Too bad i didn't get the chance to take a picture of it. My mum laughed so hard when I told her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother also ever experienced something like this. He was in Tg. Aru beach and he saw "Roasted Fish" on a board of a stall. Funny cos it was supposed to be grilled fish hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, in grace point if i'm not mistaken.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can guess what is COCONUT YOUNG???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3148294527353146073?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3148294527353146073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3148294527353146073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3148294527353146073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3148294527353146073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/08/fail-p.html' title='Fail =P'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-341734101229359767</id><published>2009-08-05T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgprBjvDQsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgprBjvDQsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a video I favourited not too long ago =) I forgot that I had it. Love this song. Enjoy~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-341734101229359767?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/341734101229359767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=341734101229359767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/341734101229359767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/341734101229359767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7821561823518466887</id><published>2009-07-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>K POP!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I got addicted to korean pop songs nowadays. I was browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;perezhilton&lt;/a&gt; and I saw his post about this korean video. I know he likes kpop as well. So I pun press la play. The first time I listen to it, ok ok la.. lama2 pandai addicted pula. I was in a groggy, cranky mood but after listening to it many times, pandai jadi giddy pula hahaha ok la.. if u guys wanna watch the video.. click on play below ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdciKPEDnKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdciKPEDnKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who perasan hawt pula, this is your theme song hihihihi love this song too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xR5JOp_jO0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xR5JOp_jO0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7821561823518466887?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7821561823518466887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7821561823518466887&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7821561823518466887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7821561823518466887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/07/k-pop.html' title='K POP!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2083651360669691645</id><published>2009-07-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Hi friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la it's been so long since I last blog. Sometimes I just forget to visit this page lol. (Read: Too much game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways will update if I have a really really interesting story to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2083651360669691645?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2083651360669691645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2083651360669691645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2083651360669691645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2083651360669691645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-736118221969904244</id><published>2009-06-28T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>My sunday</title><content type='html'>This morning my family &amp;amp; I went to 1 Borneo for brunch. I was wearing my 4 inch heels and this guy behind me &amp;amp; my sis kept saying things loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidguy: WAH~ Tinggi ohhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ignore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidguy:  Ini brapa inci ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ignore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidguy: WAHH 4 inci ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ignore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidguy: WAAHHH gila tinggi oooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fed up and said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: APA BAH NI URG NI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and gave him a big stare. Terkejut bah dia! besar mata dia terus. Pura2 kunun tingu tempat lain. NAH baru ko tau! Sudah lah bawa anak 3 org bini di seblah. Nda malu kahhh tegur2 prempuan lain? BODOOHHH PUNYA ORG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and then on the way home, there was a traffic jam. A kancil car was next to us and I saw something weird. A girl was sitting at the back and there's a hand up her shirt ramasing her breast. I thought she was ramasing herself but actually there was a guy sitting next to him. The guy syiok2 ramas2 the girl punya breast. I dont know which is disturbing, the fact that the guy selambaaa ja ramas2 susu with the window open or they don't even care about the driver infront hahahahahahaa bukan lagi di luar baju.. yang masuk dari colar leher ni bah!!! adeeiii sakit jiwa sa tingu.. the girl's face pun mcm stress ja mau bersambung sudah kening dia hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate mum's curry for dinner. What a nice way to end my lovely sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teda tedaaaa bah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-736118221969904244?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/736118221969904244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=736118221969904244&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/736118221969904244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/736118221969904244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sunday.html' title='My sunday'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4271981759002400340</id><published>2009-06-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Time goes by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SkBZyFD4cyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7_WRcrUkylk/s1600-h/4940_219309120502_508105502_7482817_6514026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SkBZyFD4cyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7_WRcrUkylk/s200/4940_219309120502_508105502_7482817_6514026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350375074202940194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like yesterday we were all in our school uniforms, gathered at my house, doing nothing much. And when its time, their parents would come over to take them back home. Now, we barely see each other. Too busy with work and life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Maya's 1st birthday party. We always knew Neyna (Maya's mum) would be the one to get married first, cos she was the first one to "know" how to dress up and all that. She was already using skinny jeans n sexy top while we were still in our baggy pants and t shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to be a teenager again. You don't have to worry about what job is suitable for you, how much money you're gonna earn, or are you gonna end up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; if u break up with someone and time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy Neyna.. but happy for her at the same time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this pain is the deepest but I will be strong and wait til my time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4271981759002400340?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4271981759002400340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4271981759002400340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4271981759002400340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4271981759002400340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-goes-by.html' title='Time goes by...'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SkBZyFD4cyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7_WRcrUkylk/s72-c/4940_219309120502_508105502_7482817_6514026_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8331533902569761977</id><published>2009-06-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>$$$$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand some people. I am so messed up lately with all the problems i'm having so i'm not thinking straight. Tapi yg betul2 sa nda paham kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENAPA BAH JALAN RAYA YG BAGUS DRG P TAR BALIK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like there are no more roads yang rosak2 buli drg kasi baik. Betempiaran tu jalan raya masi belum ber tar di kampung2, yang cantik juga dorang pi kasi tar balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SjpeSF_UXNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2hm01erY9a0/s1600-h/DSC04229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SjpeSF_UXNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2hm01erY9a0/s200/DSC04229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691172394294482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SjpeSQIAHuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f2Lf6biTLr8/s1600-h/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SjpeSQIAHuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f2Lf6biTLr8/s200/DSC04230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691175115071202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh~ stress.. bingung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua org gila duit! HAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-8331533902569761977?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8331533902569761977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8331533902569761977&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8331533902569761977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8331533902569761977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='$$$$$$$$$'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SjpeSF_UXNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2hm01erY9a0/s72-c/DSC04229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8185942875530314971</id><published>2009-06-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>The cutest baby video ever!</title><content type='html'>These 2 boys are really adorable! Look at their face expressions. Very2 funny I feel like I wanna pinch them! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-8185942875530314971?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8185942875530314971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8185942875530314971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8185942875530314971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8185942875530314971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/06/cutest-baby-video-ever.html' title='The cutest baby video ever!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5495146587207958142</id><published>2009-06-04T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>My night @ Qbar</title><content type='html'>I was invited by Camelia to an event for Miss Kaamatan Qbar last night. I did bring some of my friends but only Chica was excited to go. Rini was supposed to join too but she cancelled at the last minute =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we walked through Qbar door, I was surprised! There were 2 tall "guys" in kadazan costume waiting by the door to greet costumers. Tekezut hati I~! We giggled on the way up cos we were crazy enough to go to a gay bar, alone! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in, waah~ I always thought that its rare to find really good looking guys in normal clubs. Di sini bertimbun la pula.. tapi sayang semua gay! The guys kept pouring in, and the pondans too! Only few girls la buli nampak (termasuklaaa kami2 ni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say some of the contestants look so much like a real female! Ada yg out juga la hohoho Chica &amp;amp; I couldn't stop laughing at the other ponds punya gaya especially when its game time. Adeii~ Teda control2 bah.. bercakap garau2, bila teriak mcm prempuan pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against them. They are human too.. but I really had fun watching them. They are real funny! It was a great experience and I'd like to go again if there's another event like this lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8SUHWB3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/D1trgQ289cY/s1600-h/4233_209597820502_508105502_7235787_227713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8SUHWB3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/D1trgQ289cY/s200/4233_209597820502_508105502_7235787_227713_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343376136977385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8S8RIsjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/5gHwJXM_i1o/s1600-h/4233_209597825502_508105502_7235788_3986684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8S8RIsjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/5gHwJXM_i1o/s200/4233_209597825502_508105502_7235788_3986684_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343376147755872818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss photogenic.. cantik gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8Sqb5kGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-bNmbvLt88E/s1600-h/4233_209597835502_508105502_7235790_7722476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8Sqb5kGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-bNmbvLt88E/s200/4233_209597835502_508105502_7235790_7722476_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343376142969180258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8SWmB3cI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0NXZ3fa1TcM/s1600-h/4233_209597815502_508105502_7235786_1493815_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8SWmB3cI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0NXZ3fa1TcM/s200/4233_209597815502_508105502_7235786_1493815_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343376137642958274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid70gyKKII/AAAAAAAAAXI/KiIduEyYvEg/s1600-h/4233_209590740502_508105502_7235683_4556360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid70gyKKII/AAAAAAAAAXI/KiIduEyYvEg/s200/4233_209590740502_508105502_7235683_4556360_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343375624982112386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My top 3 favs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid7057VoxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WC2XgvL6UjA/s1600-h/4233_209593765502_508105502_7235707_2494242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid7057VoxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WC2XgvL6UjA/s200/4233_209593765502_508105502_7235707_2494242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343375631731499794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Camelia won Miss Natural Beauty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid7Q3zj8kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/b1STWB5ERGM/s1600-h/4233_209597870502_508105502_7235795_557305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid7Q3zj8kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/b1STWB5ERGM/s200/4233_209597870502_508105502_7235795_557305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343375012686721602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid703sMQXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PI2eFzNsVIE/s1600-h/4233_209593730502_508105502_7235704_2917687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid703sMQXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PI2eFzNsVIE/s200/4233_209593730502_508105502_7235704_2917687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343375631131099506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5037394976932297773-5495146587207958142?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5495146587207958142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5495146587207958142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5495146587207958142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5495146587207958142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-night-qbar.html' title='My night @ Qbar'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sid8SUHWB3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/D1trgQ289cY/s72-c/4233_209597820502_508105502_7235787_227713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-9054333458278163290</id><published>2009-05-22T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Got this from FB.. very funny hehe</title><content type='html'>An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, 'who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mature and distinguished man with grey hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the Ferrari and enters the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: 'Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath a Ferrari, 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach front villa, and a $2,000,000 bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If twins, they will receive a factory and $2,000,000 each. However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You try again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-9054333458278163290?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/9054333458278163290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=9054333458278163290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9054333458278163290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9054333458278163290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-this-from-fb-very-funny-hehe.html' title='Got this from FB.. very funny hehe'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4392305181475736438</id><published>2009-05-10T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>What's in the car?</title><content type='html'>First of all. I wanna wish all mothers out there, Happy Mothers day! We didn't buy flowers for mummy this year because we know that she's gonna say "balik2 bunga.. sama juga nanti mati" hahaha apa la si mami ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's the story. On friday night, I went out cruising with my bf,  went for supper minum milo ping kaw2 and round2 kk tingu pundans... I never knew that I brought along something dangerous (as in if I was caught I would go to jail dangerous) jalan2 with me! There were loads of police lagi tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my dad woke me up asking me the car key cos he wanted to take something from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tau kaaa apa itu 'something'????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng! Jeng! Jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENAPANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilaaaa bah bawa senapang jalan2! Bagus kalau kici2, yg panjang besar punya lagi tuuuu. My dad has the lisence laa only him yg boleh bawa tu senapang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala I was so lucky there were no roadblocks.. kalau ada, merasa juga balai police hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4392305181475736438?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4392305181475736438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4392305181475736438&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4392305181475736438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4392305181475736438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-in-car.html' title='What&apos;s in the car?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8649103443719696414</id><published>2009-05-07T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Renovation has started</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning the sound of drill woke me up.. today, the sound of piling! Dong! Dong! Dong!&lt;br /&gt;Adeiiii punya main bising! We shouldn't even be living here at the time being! tapi apa boleh buat..&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to find 5 bedroom (at least) house in KK. Ada pun yang jauh2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went down to the kitchen &amp;amp; I saw my bunny in her cage. We usually put her outside so she could get fresh air. I asked mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mi, napa dia dalam dapur ni?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Kesian bah dia.. begegar2 sudah tadi dgr tu bunyi. Badan dia bulat kici suda dia buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaa~ kesian my bunny. I touched her, betul2 laju ba jantung dia.. and her ears bediri ja haha Itu sayur pun dia nda makan sudah ketakutan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: I remembered time new year in keningau.. exactly 12am biasa la kan, fireworks bertempiaran sana sini. As I dance2, rasa mau p toilet.. I opened the toilet door, nah bertapuk itu anjing di dalam toilet.. ketakutan sama fireworks hahaha tekejut I.. dari mau kencing nda jadi trus  &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-8649103443719696414?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8649103443719696414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8649103443719696414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8649103443719696414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8649103443719696414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/05/renovation-has-started.html' title='Renovation has started'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1908170257184672275</id><published>2009-05-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>To all readers...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I have not posted anything lately. Bikin geram bah tu PC di rumah.. Sometimes kalau dia ada mood, pandai la dia connect MSN &amp;amp; Mozilla firefox.. next day kalau dia malas, nda dapat connect lah tu! huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the office atm.. nothing interesting to blog about. Ada la kemarin2 tapi hilang idea suda haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.. till next time~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1908170257184672275?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1908170257184672275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1908170257184672275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1908170257184672275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1908170257184672275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-readers.html' title='To all readers...'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2652367553623538958</id><published>2009-04-19T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Announcement~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sewk7Sse60I/AAAAAAAAAWA/W0RP09cLBWY/s1600-h/founder-msg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673060321749826" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 166px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sewk7Sse60I/AAAAAAAAAWA/W0RP09cLBWY/s200/founder-msg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys! I have an announcement to make =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wednesday (22/04/09), Dato. Dr Noordin Darus (Director of Sports Medicine &amp;amp; Science at the National Sports Council and past president of The Malaysian Association of Sports Medicine) is coming to Promenade Kota Kinabalu to share with us on how to cure sickness and stay healthy by using water therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing first hand how a cancer victim feels, he did not hesitate to help others. If any of you have family or friends with diabetes, cancer, migrain, resdung, gout, heart disease, or any kind of sickness, please bring them along to this talk. He is not just a wonderful speaker, his product really works too. Believe me. There are lots of testimonials in Sabah alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk is free by the way. This is not some crap gimmic. Please come ok? It's at 8pm in Promenade Hotel. Don't miss this opportunity cos he rarely comes to Sabah. There's no harm in listening right? I'm gonna be there too! See you guys there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2652367553623538958?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2652367553623538958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2652367553623538958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2652367553623538958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2652367553623538958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/04/announcement.html' title='Announcement~'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sewk7Sse60I/AAAAAAAAAWA/W0RP09cLBWY/s72-c/founder-msg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3665854582722738583</id><published>2009-04-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>This is just amazing</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through perezhilton and I saw this post about Susan Boyle, Britains got talent 2009 contestant. I remembered I once saw this on facebook too. To be honest I wasn't attracted to watch the video at first because she doesn't look like something worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy I was wrong. You guys should watch this woman sing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; since they disabled the video for embedding =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3665854582722738583?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3665854582722738583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3665854582722738583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3665854582722738583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3665854582722738583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-just-amazing.html' title='This is just amazing'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3651147882341406573</id><published>2009-04-17T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Cerita udang</title><content type='html'>Last week my brother bought udang2 kecil for his fishes to eat.  Dia kesian ba tu sucker fish kena makan oleh tu bigger fishes in the pond since all the berudu pun habis kena sapu. Nanti kalau teda sucker fish, habis la tu kolam berlumut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I went down to find sinar the maid. Cari punya cari, I saw tu penyapu ampai2 atas lantai kena abandon. Pintu berbuka. So I went outside la.. nampak si sinar sana berkangkang2 di kolam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinar(dgn slang "beegees"nya): maaana sudah itu udang semua?????? (sambil menyiut2 udang2 yg tinggal dgn tapak tangan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hah? sudah kena makan lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinar: Ih! kenapa kena makan????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: astagaaa mmg abg saya taru tu udang sana utk tu ikan makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinar: hah??? (dgn slownya dia kasi lepas semua tu anak udang di tangan dia balik pi kolam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside, hidung kembang2 menahan ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha funny la si sinar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3651147882341406573?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3651147882341406573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3651147882341406573&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3651147882341406573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3651147882341406573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/04/cerita-udang.html' title='Cerita udang'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-9173050871344351560</id><published>2009-04-11T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>To smoke or not to smoke?</title><content type='html'>I was about to sleep last night but something got into my attention. They say don't think of anything before you go to bed otherwise you won't be able to sleep. So there I was, tossing and turning, thinking about 'smoking'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Malaysia doesn't really have a great anti smoking campaign. Come to think of it, there's 1 no-smoking billboard near Queen Elizabeth Hospital with a girl showing her really yellow teeth.. and that's it. Not even sure if it's still there. And what's with "merokok membahayakan kesihatan" on cigarette packs? People won't throw them away after reading it. Might as well smoke it all up rather than waste money buying it just to read the "warning" right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. It's your choice to smoke or not because it's your body. One could never force someone to quit, it is all up to them. If they are not ready, they would give 1001 reasons why smoking won't do they any harm. Just for your thought, do you know what is the most addictive drug? It's not heroin or marijuana... it is nicotine. That's why it is really hard to quit. By the way, my friend quit smoking for his girlfriend. I know it requires determination and honesty, that's why I deeply respect him for what he has achieved. (I also think it's very sweet  ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, the government should make a really powerful campaign if they really want smokers to realize that smoking is bad for their health and also others. When I was in Australia, I was really amazed with their TV anti-smoking ads. The ideas were varied and the message was very clear. I  looked up some of my favourites on youtube, see if it has any impact on you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvsVgu4Bgi4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvsVgu4Bgi4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_BF8l-tT0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_BF8l-tT0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-9173050871344351560?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/9173050871344351560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=9173050871344351560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9173050871344351560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9173050871344351560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-smoke-or-not-to-smoke.html' title='To smoke or not to smoke?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5410809162519884914</id><published>2009-04-03T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Friday night ramblings</title><content type='html'>It's friday night and I'm bored.. The plan is to go out cruising around with my bf but I'm still waiting for him to finish up his "work" (aka makan.. mandi..) hmm my last minute guy.. I opened facebook yesterday and it still hasn't finished loading til today. Same goes to perezhilton.com. aaarghh~!!! What's wrong with this connection??? I've finished watching all 8 seasons of friends and latest episodes of ugly betty, desperate housewives and gossip girl. *sigh* What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should buy those 2 remaining seasons of friends tomorrow since I'm going to 1b to watch the fast and the furious (if I got the tickets!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SdYrGpqitMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AXjBW_F0i2w/s1600-h/DSC04293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SdYrGpqitMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AXjBW_F0i2w/s200/DSC04293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320487403048318146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the new house plan of our house yesterday. I'm not sure when is the renovation going to begin cos we still don't have a place to stay :( we're going to add another room simply because my lil brother can't sleep with us girls forever haha! and dad wants to make the roof higher(?) since the living room's ceiling is too low. We hardly use that room by the way... but ikut saja la cakap boss! oh and another small library for his many many bookSSS. So the house is going to be gigantic! hahaha nda bah... funny when people saw our new store. they thought it was a house for Sinar the maid kihkihkih~ tampat simpan barang bah.. mana lagi mau simpan our stuff for renovation, mana lagi for RX17.. since it's very2 laku and finishing fast, we have ordered another contenna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adui~ penat lagi la ni mengangkat kutak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaah kan nda jadi jalan pasal tlampau lambat sudah!!! malas lah! merajuk la dulu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nda ba hihihihiihihihii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-5410809162519884914?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5410809162519884914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5410809162519884914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5410809162519884914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5410809162519884914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday-night-and-im-bored.html' title='Friday night ramblings'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SdYrGpqitMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AXjBW_F0i2w/s72-c/DSC04293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1354344938853738619</id><published>2009-03-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Octobabies video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadya Suleman, the mom who gave birth to 8 babies is looking for a buyer of her birth video with the price of 1 million dollars. She is truly a smart business woman don't u think? Those babies are gonna be so rich and famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never watch THAT video! Not even a glance. GROSS LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you must watch this! Hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxtgLzi-aK0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxtgLzi-aK0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5037394976932297773-1354344938853738619?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1354344938853738619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1354344938853738619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1354344938853738619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1354344938853738619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/octobabies-video.html' title='Octobabies video'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8978807949653767757</id><published>2009-03-28T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Friends part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's saturday.. I have a day off today, no one's at home and I'm bored. I opened my secret drawer, and took out a plastic bag. Sure is dusty inside.. macam harta karun bah hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plastic bag is where I keep all my friendship cards, birthday cards, raya cards, letters etc from high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was browsing thru the cards, I was kinda surprised that some of the cards are not even from a friend. Well..they are my friends but I don't think we even talk in class, and my present bestfriend never gave me a friendship card!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship day falls on the 1st of August if i'm not mistaken, and fransiscans send each other hand-made cute friendship cards and sometimes chocolates (because it's fun! =D) I wonder if they still do this tradition? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239540282874674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sc4ur0T_WzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7l_gDvDXoe4/s200/DSC04062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still in that "pek bagon" phase sampai card pun ada bagon hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239559160749634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sc4us6o03kI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_Kz1qVwotWM/s200/DSC04061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this card from chica, sampul pun hand-made.. see how creative she is! the other 1 is a postcard she gave me back when she was in Perth&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239555781863170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sc4usuDPJwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/b6rdDIhdQV8/s200/DSC04060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uhu~ siap letak gambar lagi haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239549830990306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sc4usX4cCeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pMkKmBZt7uM/s200/DSC04059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another 1 from Acom, scroll-like, a bit hard to read cos I have to pusing2.. but I still love it =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239551548652450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sc4useR9e6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/yym1_d5v2tI/s200/DSC04057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if we are still going to be friends in 10-20yrs time? Hmm... I hope so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-8978807949653767757?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8978807949653767757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8978807949653767757&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8978807949653767757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8978807949653767757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-part-2.html' title='Friends part 2'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Sc4ur0T_WzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7l_gDvDXoe4/s72-c/DSC04062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3127977770325623722</id><published>2009-03-19T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Another violence story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScIjI2AnzKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p5jHbHDs_nU/s1600-h/kenleycollins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScIjI2AnzKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p5jHbHDs_nU/s200/kenleycollins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314849145094655138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are a fan of Project Runway, you might know this girl, the annoying Kenley Collins. But if you don't, I'm going to tell you the story anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no.. she was not attacked by her boyfriend or her husband. SHE attacked her ex-fiance! while he was sleeping... with a CAT! and then with anything she could get her hands on including a laptop, several apples and finally.. water! way to hurt someone! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.. a cat?? jangan la bah pakai itu kucing.. teda salah ba dia.. sia2 tau kena tangkap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScIjIkXHqwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gx3rRYDggOg/s1600-h/0318_kenley_collins_ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScIjIkXHqwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gx3rRYDggOg/s200/0318_kenley_collins_ex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314849140357180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was arrested and charged with 6 crimes, including 2nd degree assault, 3rd degree assault and criminal possession of a weapon in the 4th degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Men should never hit women! and cats or any other kind of animal should never be used as a weapon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3127977770325623722?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3127977770325623722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3127977770325623722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3127977770325623722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3127977770325623722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-violence-story.html' title='Another violence story'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScIjI2AnzKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p5jHbHDs_nU/s72-c/kenleycollins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3641261427209697436</id><published>2009-03-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From this moment on, I hate karamunsing! That place is sooo sempit! and I spent more than 30 minutes just to find somewhere to park! In the end I had to switch place with my bf so he could do all the dirty work aka curi parking. I can see the woman menyumpah seranah at us with a deep scary stare cos we 'potong her line' and stole her parking hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala sorry la bah auntie.. lapar suda bah kami~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScHvoEGBIcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8sMdzEpAHiQ/s1600-h/Shrek-2-Puss-in-Boots-Poster-C10288129.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScHvoEGBIcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8sMdzEpAHiQ/s200/Shrek-2-Puss-in-Boots-Poster-C10288129.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314792506846683586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3641261427209697436?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3641261427209697436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3641261427209697436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3641261427209697436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3641261427209697436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/ScHvoEGBIcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8sMdzEpAHiQ/s72-c/Shrek-2-Puss-in-Boots-Poster-C10288129.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-929086981375869624</id><published>2009-03-18T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:10:02.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just changed my template.. what do u think? Is it too "purple-ish pink"? *haha* since I love pink so much, I thought I must have it somewhere in this blog. Cantik kah? Macam nda ngam seja kan? huhuhu&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/5037394976932297773-929086981375869624?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/929086981375869624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=929086981375869624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/929086981375869624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/929086981375869624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-look.html' title='New look!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6142522351967889019</id><published>2009-03-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycMH5rb1I/AAAAAAAAATg/AFdHLXnmppw/s1600-h/13032009148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycMH5rb1I/AAAAAAAAATg/AFdHLXnmppw/s200/13032009148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313293392483675986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later&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/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycMfjQIMI/AAAAAAAAATo/9asOqXrapLs/s1600-h/13032009150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycMfjQIMI/AAAAAAAAATo/9asOqXrapLs/s200/13032009150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313293398832062658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;60secs&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;30 secs&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;0 sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycM82HStI/AAAAAAAAATw/bvUfaF1LaZc/s1600-h/13032009151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycM82HStI/AAAAAAAAATw/bvUfaF1LaZc/s200/13032009151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313293406695803602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tada!! It's actually 9.40pm! Canggihkan the clock? hihi&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/5037394976932297773-6142522351967889019?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6142522351967889019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6142522351967889019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6142522351967889019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6142522351967889019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbycMH5rb1I/AAAAAAAAATg/AFdHLXnmppw/s72-c/13032009148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1591644807933543208</id><published>2009-03-08T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:28:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>I'm still on jiwang mode. Last night I was so in love with my friends, today it's my boyfriend's turn cos I'm so touched by a story I read on my cousin's blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, darling, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, darling; do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1591644807933543208?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1591644807933543208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1591644807933543208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1591644807933543208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1591644807933543208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5590874223763084974</id><published>2009-03-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>My best friend Ita is leaving to England soon =(  I hope she's going to be OK there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself was in England back in 2005 and decided to quit Uni after just 5 months living there. I already warned Ita to choose her friends wisely because I don't want her to end up like me. Some people asked me what actually caused me to leave UK so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I met the wrong people, at the wrong time and at the wrong place. It was bad enough to leave all your problems behind thinking that maybe distance will make it better, and then meeting someone who's name is not worth mentioning at all adding the tension in your life. She was the kind of girl who says 'I love you' all the time and I really thought she meant it. She was like a leech, sucking my blood when I told everyone back home that I've met a good friend. She sucked so hard til I couldn't focus on the reality anymore. I wasn't aware of my studies, skipped classes and had to skip class to solve my old problems. My only good girl-classmate quit uni and left me all alone. No one to talk to and no one to have lunch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost. So lost I decided to drown myself in sorrow. I cried everyday, self medicated myself til I had enough. That's when I said "daddy, I wanna go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough THAT girl lives in KL, I would never want to see her again. EVER. She is not my friend and never was. She is a total opposite of Lisandra, a friend I met in Melbourne. I love Lisandra to bits. And of course I love my childhood friends sooooooooooooo much!! No one could ever replace them in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To Chica, thanks for calling me all the way from Msia just to ask how I was doing =) love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQK0Rsq_hI/AAAAAAAAATI/ssMJZuMaWW4/s1600-h/n508105502_4605695_9499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQK0Rsq_hI/AAAAAAAAATI/ssMJZuMaWW4/s200/n508105502_4605695_9499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881753796902418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQLc1A5rNI/AAAAAAAAATY/kte2qW40yMI/s1600-h/n508105502_3951048_654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQLc1A5rNI/AAAAAAAAATY/kte2qW40yMI/s200/n508105502_3951048_654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310882450471759058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQLcqfSa9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/W-worUosu74/s1600-h/n508105502_5449050_5545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQLcqfSa9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/W-worUosu74/s200/n508105502_5449050_5545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310882447646419922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQKLiZKeZI/AAAAAAAAATA/Inu6hV1DfHU/s1600-h/n508105502_4577052_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQKLiZKeZI/AAAAAAAAATA/Inu6hV1DfHU/s200/n508105502_4577052_2558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881053903845778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-5590874223763084974?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5590874223763084974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5590874223763084974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5590874223763084974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5590874223763084974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SbQK0Rsq_hI/AAAAAAAAATI/ssMJZuMaWW4/s72-c/n508105502_4605695_9499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-9123610895918829829</id><published>2009-03-05T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Body stuff</title><content type='html'>The other day when I was in Centre Point, I met one of my oldest friend, Dino. We've known each other since we were 14 and kinda lost contact after college. As soon as I saw him, I accidentally blurted out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gemuk juga kau!" When I totally forgot that I'm fat as well haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kau pun gemuk juga bah" he said. (Of course he didn't wanna lose =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I remembered we were all very skinny with dark skin and we had no idea how to dress up during our teens. Big tees, Bermudas, Sport shoes... *puke* Hey I was in one of the "skater" gang since all my friends were skaters haha punya bida! no offence =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this body stuff. Do you know that men stop growing up at the age of 25, and women at the age of 21? It occurs shortly after puberty. (However, these numbers can be changed) But with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right diet and exercise&lt;/span&gt;, it is possible to grow taller even after we reached the age when our growth has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's too late for that now! But I'm lucky to have the tall gene from my dad. It's hard enough to find a boyfriend at this height especially in this country haha But I still wish I could grow a little bit taller, u know, having those sexy long legs like Gisele Bundchen would be a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm 25 soon.. I've been growing horizontally for couple of years now. No wonder Dino called me fat =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: He did sms'd me later that I look good at this "weight".. such a gentleman =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-9123610895918829829?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/9123610895918829829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=9123610895918829829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9123610895918829829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9123610895918829829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/03/body-stuff.html' title='Body stuff'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-340351589343820736</id><published>2009-02-28T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>If you seek Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49a919e1b2cf541b/492da13d46e17ea3/9559a4a4/-cpid/80372a1a20b82493" id="W492da13d111f5ab449a919e1b2cf541b" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49a919e1b2cf541b/492da13d46e17ea3/9559a4a4/-cpid/80372a1a20b82493"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Britney's new song? If you listen to the lyric, it's really hard to understand what the song is about. Some of you might already know,  that the title actually has a hidden meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to it carefully, what 'If you seek Amy' really means is actually; F.U.*.K Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the chorus for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really make sense right? 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Don't know if it was because of the hunger but it was muji muji (very very) delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafmggsXklI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/idePFsh6UPg/s1600-h/n508105502_6062759_7749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafmggsXklI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/idePFsh6UPg/s200/n508105502_6062759_7749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307464132085650002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I @ Namsan Hanok Village (situated in the middle of the city. I thought we were really going to some village!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safnx3eJzqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FTykssDLNdc/s1600-h/n508105502_6062816_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safnx3eJzqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FTykssDLNdc/s200/n508105502_6062816_1530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307465529769447074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 7 luck Casino. Since we don't even know how to gamble, we just played PS.. and damn I sucked! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safnx3eJzqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FTykssDLNdc/s1600-h/n508105502_6062816_1530.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafnyP0zasI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UljwUjtQhlM/s1600-h/n508105502_6062961_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafnyP0zasI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UljwUjtQhlM/s200/n508105502_6062961_1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307465536306899650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first korean food for lunch. All veges! + fish. I didn't really like it. *blergh* Other times during the trip, we had to sit on the floor cos that's how they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafnyPy0ZfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZnmV3vAvmuI/s1600-h/n508105502_6062886_6072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafnyPy0ZfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZnmV3vAvmuI/s200/n508105502_6062886_6072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307465536298575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SagIDxv_aZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9JFwwN8z36o/s1600-h/n508105502_6068895_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SagIDxv_aZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9JFwwN8z36o/s200/n508105502_6068895_2290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307501021843384722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a ferry to Nami Island, this beautiful island is said to be a place filled with dreams and romance. The island is also the location of Winter Sonata filming site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafpddCaKSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tN5R1vZm7Io/s1600-h/n508105502_6063045_7795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafpddCaKSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tN5R1vZm7Io/s200/n508105502_6063045_7795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307467378099628322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached our hotel around 8pm. We had to sleep korean style (or should I say Nobita style? hehe). The apartment has 2 rooms but we wanted to sleep infront of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafpdWfK6BI/AAAAAAAAARA/m50WBbsn2iE/s1600-h/n508105502_6063172_4863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafpdWfK6BI/AAAAAAAAARA/m50WBbsn2iE/s200/n508105502_6063172_4863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307467376341215250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing when we were in Nami Island. The next morning we had the chance to play with snow! weeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safr_9naS5I/AAAAAAAAARI/e0tV2MkJquw/s1600-h/n508105502_6063178_8121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safr_9naS5I/AAAAAAAAARI/e0tV2MkJquw/s200/n508105502_6063178_8121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307470169983568786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we went skiing =) . It was my first time but I guess if you can roller blade, then ice ski is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senang macam kacang&lt;/span&gt;" (I wonder why people say that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SaftB9sf_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/uHQaSxf01qo/s1600-h/n508105502_6063285_5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SaftB9sf_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/uHQaSxf01qo/s200/n508105502_6063285_5257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307471303876280194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like strawberries. But Korean strawberries are muji muji sweet!! and big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafuqqEAcgI/AAAAAAAAARY/uBt5pRWY2fI/s1600-h/n508105502_6063412_5604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafuqqEAcgI/AAAAAAAAARY/uBt5pRWY2fI/s200/n508105502_6063412_5604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307473102492430850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their fish market. Very2 clean. But don't say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; out loud.. cos it means bullsh*t in Korean haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safv44YBL-I/AAAAAAAAARg/puTRJ4KVRWo/s1600-h/n508105502_6063606_2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safv44YBL-I/AAAAAAAAARg/puTRJ4KVRWo/s200/n508105502_6063606_2979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307474446364258274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimchi class! Kimchi is something like "belacan or lada kicap". A must have food in korea. It's vege jeruk mixed with some sambal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafyAtfYwgI/AAAAAAAAARo/9vvuXABz_Dk/s1600-h/n508105502_6070187_4701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafyAtfYwgI/AAAAAAAAARo/9vvuXABz_Dk/s200/n508105502_6070187_4701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307476779904582146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a gorgeous traditional korean outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafycFrKfLI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZgfDsPxjK4Q/s1600-h/n508105502_6070184_3472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SafycFrKfLI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZgfDsPxjK4Q/s200/n508105502_6070184_3472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307477250252897458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 1 is called the royal doctors. They are not allowed to show their hands when they're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SagF054CxmI/AAAAAAAAASA/fNC4S4waeww/s1600-h/n508105502_6069093_2912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SagF054CxmI/AAAAAAAAASA/fNC4S4waeww/s200/n508105502_6069093_2912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307498567303349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. I climbed up this mountain in my boots, was hard cos very slippery. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SagHbW7IjRI/AAAAAAAAASI/a_vzgfL7GQk/s1600-h/n508105502_6068817_8572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SagHbW7IjRI/AAAAAAAAASI/a_vzgfL7GQk/s200/n508105502_6068817_8572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307500327447596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest church in the world is situated here, just in front of our hotel. Every sunday most of the koreans took coach buses to attend this church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SajzzZyxhLI/AAAAAAAAASY/2axE68v5S6w/s1600-h/n508105502_6068915_6375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SajzzZyxhLI/AAAAAAAAASY/2axE68v5S6w/s200/n508105502_6068915_6375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307760225278854322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiniMelts ice cream! it melts in your mouth! yum~!!! Surely can't find this in KK hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Saj2SNuBFzI/AAAAAAAAASg/BEcYyvgnslk/s1600-h/n508105502_6069382_8159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Saj2SNuBFzI/AAAAAAAAASg/BEcYyvgnslk/s200/n508105502_6069382_8159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307762953636878130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this 1! Cuba la try minta uncle ice cream truck mcm ni kalau dia nda tempiling haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Saj3BI9mVdI/AAAAAAAAASo/NWV-yFKWUzE/s1600-h/n508105502_6069475_9530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Saj3BI9mVdI/AAAAAAAAASo/NWV-yFKWUzE/s200/n508105502_6069475_9530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307763759813907922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is literally garbage covered with soil, man-made mountain. Very2 smelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Saj39zQMJCI/AAAAAAAAASw/rnTSKvj2fwE/s1600-h/n508105502_6069452_3649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Saj39zQMJCI/AAAAAAAAASw/rnTSKvj2fwE/s200/n508105502_6069452_3649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307764801958323234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok I guess this post is a bit too long now.. you guys should really visit Korea. It's a safe country, it has gorgeous view and they are really humble. I just hate that most of them doesn't know how to speak english, it's really hard to negotiate discounts &gt;_&lt; &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/5037394976932297773-3237086536099378713?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3237086536099378713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3237086536099378713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3237086536099378713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3237086536099378713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/soul-of-asia.html' title='The soul of Asia'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/Safks99Tf0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/8kua-Zn2POA/s72-c/n508105502_6062420_6491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4314188342391740638</id><published>2009-02-27T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>I'm back home!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! It's been days since I'm back from my trip to Korea. Unfortunately, I haven't had the time to update this blog about my journey. I'm still catching up with my life I left here a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course paperworks in the office are mounting high, I still have to go on several dates with my boyfriend, I've already missed few episodes of ugly betty, desperate housewives and gossip girl, my luggage is still unpacked (hmm.. the smell of korea), and this fashion wars on facebook is probably the biggest reason why I had no time to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;create new post&lt;/span&gt;'! when the other tab is already on dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try my best. If not tonight, tomorrow. Before I forgot all the journey details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise. (I guess I HAVE to finish it by tomorrow if I play the promise card huhu~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4314188342391740638?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4314188342391740638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4314188342391740638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4314188342391740638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4314188342391740638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-home.html' title='I&apos;m back home!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3014542170199144397</id><published>2009-02-18T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Bye bye KK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be away for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this warm place to a snowy country =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooouuuuuuuuuu Korea~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SZvoeCli1wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/33dQEwR_v4o/s1600-h/32winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SZvoeCli1wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/33dQEwR_v4o/s200/32winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304088588946953986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5037394976932297773-3014542170199144397?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3014542170199144397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3014542170199144397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3014542170199144397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3014542170199144397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-kk.html' title='Bye bye KK!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SZvoeCli1wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/33dQEwR_v4o/s72-c/32winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-574781974954511418</id><published>2009-02-17T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Gotta love LV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SZpykOH2nqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/35D2qAyLuLU/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SZpykOH2nqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/35D2qAyLuLU/s200/main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303677477774073506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephen Sprouse Collection; speedy 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik kannn??? Some more its fuchsia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how much this 1 costs. I'm adding this to my wishlist hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-574781974954511418?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/574781974954511418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=574781974954511418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/574781974954511418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/574781974954511418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-love-lv.html' title='Gotta love LV'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SZpykOH2nqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/35D2qAyLuLU/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-9046621354991140128</id><published>2009-02-13T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Father at the age of 13</title><content type='html'>Ok.. here's another baby post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 13 yr old boy became a father after his 15 yrs old girlfriend gave birth to a baby girl 4 days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-9046621354991140128?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/9046621354991140128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=9046621354991140128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9046621354991140128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/9046621354991140128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/father-at-age-of-13.html' title='Father at the age of 13'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6553571690786695283</id><published>2009-02-08T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Sick sick sick!</title><content type='html'>I'm not talking about my health here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Nadya Suleman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave birth to 8 babies last month!! That's not the shocking part. Well, it is shocking but to add more to the "shockingness", she already had 6 (!) children under the age of 7. All 14 babies were conceived by in vitro fertilization using the same friend's sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unwed mother planted 6 embryos, resulting 4 normal babies and 2 set of twins. Crazy sh*t! She said she dreamed of having a big family because she lacked a "feeling of self and identity" (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. She was lonely when she was a kid so all she wanted was to have lots of kids so she could give them all the love in the world? In the video, she said she was already struggling to raise her 6 kids.  How is she going to raise all 14 of them without having any money since she's not working? I smell cheap publicity. Tsk tsk tsk... I just hope those babies are ok... Angelina Jolie! Adopt them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/29097020#29097020" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="339"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.msnbcLinks {font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;} .msnbcLinks a {text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px;} .msnbcLinks a:link, .msnbcLinks a:visited {color: #5799db !important;} .msnbcLinks a:hover, .msnbcLinks a:active {color:#CC0000 !important;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="msnbcLinks"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6553571690786695283?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6553571690786695283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6553571690786695283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6553571690786695283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6553571690786695283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick sick sick!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7926224304787821837</id><published>2009-02-07T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>New hobby of mine =)</title><content type='html'>I've always loved photography since I don't know when. But it has been raining for few days now, I didn't have time to play around with my new Canon EOS 50D yet to take pictures of beautiful KK. Turns out there are lots of interesting things in my house to capture! Here are the pictures, see which 1 do u like most. Please be easy on me ok since this is my 1st attempt haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1aMuQeUvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3qSL6aVQK24/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1aMuQeUvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3qSL6aVQK24/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299991511106999026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diamond grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1aMmoghWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0JkgFUiP9i4/s1600-h/IMG_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1aMmoghWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0JkgFUiP9i4/s200/IMG_0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299991509060322658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZXaQClKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bczdBDSw2Ug/s1600-h/IMG_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZXaQClKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bczdBDSw2Ug/s200/IMG_0286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990595203404962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Live orchid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1Z8xPo1zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nO_cE73W_UU/s1600-h/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1Z8xPo1zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nO_cE73W_UU/s200/IMG_0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299991237030893362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum's crystals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1Z8x61CVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/At88Z-jhlY4/s1600-h/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1Z8x61CVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/At88Z-jhlY4/s200/IMG_0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299991237212047698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lilin palasu keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1Z8wT7ChI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o9L4kH1TbBg/s1600-h/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1Z8wT7ChI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o9L4kH1TbBg/s200/IMG_0409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299991236780427794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic on a pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZsS-K6BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZNMUViBnv54/s1600-h/IMG_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZsS-K6BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZNMUViBnv54/s200/IMG_0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990954026657810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 1 kinda gives the creepy feel (padahal silap pakai program hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZsQF-PdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Gu9dL9me_Xs/s1600-h/IMG_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZsQF-PdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Gu9dL9me_Xs/s200/IMG_0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990953254075858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small tea pots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZB8EoK7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TVuW5NaJr8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZB8EoK7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TVuW5NaJr8Y/s200/IMG_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990226325220274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunga mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZsQpZnBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Z0CIuyfBKPs/s1600-h/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZsQpZnBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Z0CIuyfBKPs/s200/IMG_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990953402670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 1 I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZXS9zUnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eDaxzNLPFZU/s1600-h/IMG_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZXS9zUnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eDaxzNLPFZU/s200/IMG_0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990593247859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monochrome version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZXS4uDDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UTgR60M-mS0/s1600-h/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZXS4uDDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UTgR60M-mS0/s200/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990593226542130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another flower pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZBu3aohI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IwUNCx2pQik/s1600-h/bunga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZBu3aohI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IwUNCx2pQik/s200/bunga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990222780146194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lonely plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZB3HXZxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LkkeWhMkjaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1ZB3HXZxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LkkeWhMkjaQ/s200/IMG_0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299990224994526994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing much.. just wanna show how mum always bugs my lil brother when he's concentrating with his game haha&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/5037394976932297773-7926224304787821837?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7926224304787821837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7926224304787821837&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7926224304787821837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7926224304787821837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-hobby-of-mine.html' title='New hobby of mine =)'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SY1aMuQeUvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3qSL6aVQK24/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1799758992211534452</id><published>2009-02-06T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:24:23.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>R.E.S.P.E.C.T</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was waiting for my dad, as I was chilling in the car, singing along my favourite song, I glanced through my side mirror and I saw this car coming towards me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving, this guy was hitting the passenger. I thought they were playing around so I tried to look closely as they passed by me. He wasn't smiling, looking very angry and still hitting. And the passenger he was punching was a woman! I assumed she's his wife. The worst part was their children were sitting behind them. The youngest was standing in the middle of them watching them hit each other while the others just sat quietly looking out of the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really spoiled my mood. What kind of person who hits women? Domestic violence is never cool! Love should never hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYwCb3O-1FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zC6DbQEtxo4/s1600-h/amnes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYwCb3O-1FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zC6DbQEtxo4/s200/amnes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299613539214742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1799758992211534452?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1799758992211534452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1799758992211534452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1799758992211534452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1799758992211534452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/respect.html' title='R.E.S.P.E.C.T'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYwCb3O-1FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zC6DbQEtxo4/s72-c/amnes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1193606093894960120</id><published>2009-02-02T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>RX 17 in Sabah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have read my entry post on Rx Water, this is a continuous post for the next product.Introducing.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwellness.com.my/products-rx-17-01.htm"&gt;RX 17&lt;/a&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfH_D7h9SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2uMu005l08o/s1600-h/n508105502_5781435_9357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfH_D7h9SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2uMu005l08o/s200/n508105502_5781435_9357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298423372825359650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't afford to buy RX Water, Why not try this first? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The launch of RX 17 in Sabah was held last December by Dato. Dr. Noordin Darus. You guys should listen to him giving his talk at least once because I'm sure you'll want more hehe Here are some pictures taken by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng! The Miracle water~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJwivZ1bI/AAAAAAAAANA/P9hyh1a95BU/s1600-h/n508105502_5195012_3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJwivZ1bI/AAAAAAAAANA/P9hyh1a95BU/s200/n508105502_5195012_3675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298425322421212594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. giving his presentation. Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJwj4oL_I/AAAAAAAAANI/S-dNq97VyWo/s1600-h/n508105502_5195013_3981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJwj4oL_I/AAAAAAAAANI/S-dNq97VyWo/s200/n508105502_5195013_3981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298425322728337394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jelitawans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJwwiRkLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hChkza530Ck/s1600-h/n508105502_5195396_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJwwiRkLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hChkza530Ck/s200/n508105502_5195396_5445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298425326124241074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh? gambar apa ini? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJw9jPNPI/AAAAAAAAANY/mEwkB-voAsc/s1600-h/n508105502_5195560_8229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfJw9jPNPI/AAAAAAAAANY/mEwkB-voAsc/s200/n508105502_5195560_8229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298425329617941746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was on the newspaper the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfKxgCz9WI/AAAAAAAAANg/NWPW-TacRD4/s1600-h/n508105502_5782963_8259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfKxgCz9WI/AAAAAAAAANg/NWPW-TacRD4/s200/n508105502_5782963_8259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426438388807010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stock arrived 2 days ago&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfONvyYDjI/AAAAAAAAANo/DkJ9M8yg_IU/s1600-h/n508105502_5781402_6397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfONvyYDjI/AAAAAAAAANo/DkJ9M8yg_IU/s200/n508105502_5781402_6397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430222186057266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minum lah RX 17 untuk kesihatan dan kesejahteraan anda =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfOdmKPrXI/AAAAAAAAANw/K3Fzv4ik7bs/s1600-h/n508105502_5781459_9863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfOdmKPrXI/AAAAAAAAANw/K3Fzv4ik7bs/s200/n508105502_5781459_9863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430494479723890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you're interested, make sure you get the original RX17 (with seal on the cap) because some people might take advantage filling it with normal water or worse, air paip! That won't make you healthy u know, terminum air chlorine.. ewww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5037394976932297773-1193606093894960120?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1193606093894960120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1193606093894960120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1193606093894960120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1193606093894960120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/rx-17-in-sabah.html' title='RX 17 in Sabah'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYfH_D7h9SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2uMu005l08o/s72-c/n508105502_5781435_9357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7251557723986696017</id><published>2009-02-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>Aura Healing water therapy</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/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYW515Ylu_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dsb_t-Tzg5c/s1600-h/product-rx-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYW515Ylu_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dsb_t-Tzg5c/s200/product-rx-water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297844872259419122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rx Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of Rx(means prescription) water before? It's a special water filter created by Dr. Noordin Darus (Dato' now), founder of WorldWellness Network and he is also a blood cancer survivor.  He was always on TV 1 back in the 90's on health/exercise programmes. Well I don't wanna talk much about him so if you're interested in his story, just click &lt;a href="http://www.worldwellness.com.my/founder.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some information to all readers, something that we always take for granted; water. Up to 60 percent of the human body is water, the brain is composed of 70 percent water, and the lungs are nearly 90 percent water. About 83 percent of our blood is water, which helps digest our food, transport waste, and control body temperature. Each day humans must replace 2.4 litres of water, some through drinking and the rest taken by the body from the foods eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not trying to sell this product here, I just wanna share with you how my family and I first discovered it. And who knows by then you might wanna have 1 in your house =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2005, my little brother had this nasty itches on both of his legs and all of us were concerned about it because his legs were bleeding everywhere due to constant scratching. We tried everything from doctors to 'ubat kampung' but to no avail. And then 1 day, my mum's friend wanted us to meet this doctor from KL in Promenade Hotel. We thought he was a bomoh you see. Instead, he was selling us this water filter. There were several people with us that night but most of them were pretty sceptical about it. But if your own son was already suffering with an illness, I guess you wouldn't mind trying another method right? Since Dr. Noordin just brought 1 unit to KK, my dad bought it right away. So we were the first family in Sabah to drink it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My experience&lt;/span&gt; (This story is not made up. It is 110% true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have resdung, I sneeze at least 5times every morning when I wake up! The first time I drank Rx water, I got tonsil and I had fever for a week. But don't worry, it was just a healing crisis. You won't get it if you are PERFECTLY healthy. The water cleanse every single cell and blood in your body. You will also notice the colour of your 'pee' becomes crystal clear the next day/morning after you first drink it, not the usual yellow anymore =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare to say that I have not sneezed in the morning since then. My resdung is now gone! Of course my brothers legs are fine now. No more scratching. My dad's migrain is also gone. (He used to have it EVERY friday. Seriously.) There are loads of testimonials in Sabah alone, from headaches to cancer, but I can't tell all of them here, this post is getting a bit too long now =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we don't like to use the word 'sell'. We always thought this is a good way to help people, by giving them their health back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, if you are interested, you can contact us here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Block E, Lot 40,&lt;br /&gt;1st Floor, Lintas Square,&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Lintas, Kota Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;Sabah&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 088-242122&lt;br /&gt;(You can come over and try the water FOC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or for more information, visit this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwellness.com.my/"&gt;www.worldwellness.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RX WATER FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha)&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/5037394976932297773-7251557723986696017?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7251557723986696017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7251557723986696017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7251557723986696017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7251557723986696017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/02/aura-healing-water-therapy.html' title='Aura Healing water therapy'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYW515Ylu_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/dsb_t-Tzg5c/s72-c/product-rx-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7460237029974266934</id><published>2009-01-29T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>How sharp are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's wrong with this pic? I give you 5 sec to figure it out =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYKxDmfYJGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sqMMqOTYcZE/s1600-h/pos+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYKxDmfYJGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sqMMqOTYcZE/s200/pos+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296990787171001442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7460237029974266934?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7460237029974266934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7460237029974266934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7460237029974266934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7460237029974266934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-sharp-are-you.html' title='How sharp are you?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SYKxDmfYJGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sqMMqOTYcZE/s72-c/pos+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-414966269435728663</id><published>2009-01-25T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>An insomniac's night ramblings</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why it's hard for me to sleep nowadays. No matter how sleepy or tired I am, I still can't fall asleep. I just end up making a giant caterpillar out of my eyebrows. Is it because my sleep clock has finally moved to America? probably it got fed up with the UK after 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of international countries, my mum just ambushed me with 'wanna go to Korea?' question last week. So I checked the weather online, turns out it's winter over there. It's gonna be freezing cold! On the bright side, I can experience snow showers again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I first saw snow. It was winter in England, and it started snowing when I was in class. I could not wait to get out of the building and feel it on my skin. Even the security guard saw my excited face *haha* It was a simple&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "it's snowing outside"&lt;/span&gt; and I replied him with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i know!!! I can't wait!! This is my first snow!!"&lt;/span&gt;. I think he did laugh a bit, but I guess he figured out that we have different type of skin tone hence I'm the snow virgin, he just said "have fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he knows what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sakai&lt;/span&gt; means cos that's what I would describe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that snow is actually water! I was soaking wet when I got home. How should I know that you have to use an umbrella when it's snowing right? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, speaking of, my cousin bought an umbrella once in Gold Coast. And the shop keeper asked if it was raining outside when in fact it was summer. They must think us Asians are crazy. We use umbrella when it's sunny, and we don't when it's snowing. hehehehe! (Ok maybe not all asian =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 weeks from now to find my old coats and boots for Korea. This is when I regret not buying all those gorgeous coats I saw in KL. Same feeling when I went out to celebrate Halloween last year cos I didn't have a costume. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder for me: never think twice! Just buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know not what the future holds, but at least I know I hold the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................... Well, you know because I have the gorgeous coats and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year y'all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-414966269435728663?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/414966269435728663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=414966269435728663&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/414966269435728663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/414966269435728663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/insomniacs-night-ramblings.html' title='An insomniac&apos;s night ramblings'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6656773847020142644</id><published>2009-01-23T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Are you game?</title><content type='html'>Let's be a geek for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a game freak. Yes I admit that. I've tried lots of games from music games like o2jam, to constructions/life game such as Sims, theme hospital, beach life, theme park, etc. But the 1 I love the most was Legend of Mir. Played it for almost 6 years and only gave up cos I couldn't find a decent server anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My character killing TarzanTaurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SXnf4PkdGHI/AAAAAAAAALg/nDc6QpB6ttc/s1600-h/SCREEN0055.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SXnf4PkdGHI/AAAAAAAAALg/nDc6QpB6ttc/s200/SCREEN0055.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294508994295830642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to kill bosses, I always tease my little brother calling him 'penakut' cos he would run away, scared that I was gonna get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, I once ran away playing a game! It was Resident Evil, u know the one with the zombies? I literally ran out of the computer room screaming because I was scared of the zombies coming slowly at me. *laughs* Now my little brother is an expert playing 'Left 4 dead'. It is much scarier than Resident Evil because the zombies can run! Deep inside my heart I would love to play it. It would be so sexay if I could play the girl character (if only she's as sexy as Lara Croft) but... I have to work on my aiming first. Ok... that's just an excuse. Frankly, I don't dare. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, just watch this trailer. This game gives me goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left 4 dead trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5spmvBxLp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5spmvBxLp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vf2fPXXBBRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vf2fPXXBBRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6656773847020142644?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6656773847020142644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6656773847020142644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6656773847020142644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6656773847020142644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-game.html' title='Are you game?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SXnf4PkdGHI/AAAAAAAAALg/nDc6QpB6ttc/s72-c/SCREEN0055.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-3665915817682171193</id><published>2009-01-16T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Facebook Fever!</title><content type='html'>Let's forget about Mawi.. this time I wanna talk about facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a facebook account? If you do, don't forget to add me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FOCUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a weird dream. I dreamt about me checking on my facebook! Maybe it's because I check it every single night before I go to bed, on my bed, with the lights already off, using my handphone. And mind you, I must check it before I go to bed, in the computer room, on my PC. And in the morning when I just woke up, I sometimes check it while i'm still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand! Why must I check it even if there's no new notification?? Aaaargh!!! What's with facebook that we never got from friendster??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I understand that friendster and myspace are sooo yesterday, and it's all about facebook now. Facebook facebook facebook. Thanks to you, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Zuckerberg"&gt;Mark Zuckerberg&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a 'facebook' video from Happyslip by the way. (She has loads of funny videos, you guys should subscribe her on youtube =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KV4PNwpqsCc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KV4PNwpqsCc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-3665915817682171193?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/3665915817682171193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=3665915817682171193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3665915817682171193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/3665915817682171193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-fever.html' title='Facebook Fever!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-62493664738016944</id><published>2009-01-14T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Mawi Madness</title><content type='html'>Do you know what is the most annoying thing on TV lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking of other annoying things*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.. can't think of any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is............... MAWI &amp;amp; EKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my friend Ita complained to me, "aku stress betul tingu TV tau! Mana2 pun ada muka si mawi sama ekin tu! Terpaksa aku tukar channel balik2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. What's so special about them? He's just another winner of AF, and she is... who the hell cares. I think they are over-publicized. And what's with "riding a horse to their 3rd wedding reception" a 1st time record? Do they ever heard of the bajaus? Someone should drag them to Kota Belud and watch how they get married. Heh! So annoying.&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/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW70EWq9ctI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ErXigbq0ZfQ/s1600-h/2565848845_205e197fec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW70EWq9ctI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ErXigbq0ZfQ/s200/2565848845_205e197fec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291434967849333458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah! Grand lagi kuda dorang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was bored to my death and I TER-accidentally (suda accident ada TER lagi bah haha) watched 'Sehati Sejiwa' on TV 1. It was their first air, and MAWKIN was their 1st guest on the show. Oh, the host was Scha Al-Yahya by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW7x5nRr_pI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GDjGD8aUySA/s1600-h/640e1130a0cda03e98a8f25b5f678183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW7x5nRr_pI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GDjGD8aUySA/s200/640e1130a0cda03e98a8f25b5f678183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291432584304918162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love her but I could tell that she was nervous because she talked to her ear-mic a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for the 2 "lovebirds", Ekin looks relaxed.. but Mawi, I did not see any love interaction between him and his wife. He sat at the end of the sofa far away from Ekin, at the tip of it, did not even lean back. Talk about sehati sejiwa *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to watch it for as long as I could but I can only last 15mins. I thought "why do I even bother watching this crap!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone or Mawi's fan out there. I'm just having my PMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you Mawi, here's my wedding present to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW8Q0_gjanI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Va9PBGGED6Q/s1600-h/DSC03199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW8Q0_gjanI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Va9PBGGED6Q/s200/DSC03199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291466589770836594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(It wasn't me who did this. Took this pic on my flight to KL.. *kihkihkih*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-62493664738016944?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/62493664738016944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=62493664738016944&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/62493664738016944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/62493664738016944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-what-is-most-annoying-thing.html' title='Mawi Madness'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SW70EWq9ctI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ErXigbq0ZfQ/s72-c/2565848845_205e197fec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6890402619248757159</id><published>2009-01-13T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>'Interview' twice before you hire someone =P</title><content type='html'>Have you ever walked into a shop and you just fell in love with it? It's either you love what they sell or because their sales persons are just overly friendly. Well not THAT friendly like a mosquito flying around your ears, that's just plain annoying. I also hate it if they just follow you around as if you're going to steal their stuff and run. I don't mind if they're promoting or explaining the items but if they're just there to sulk and make faces, better don't. Hilang mood mau shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember when I wanted to buy a new handphone, after comparing the prices in Centre Point and Warisan, I end up choosing the 1st shop that I went earlier, situated in Warisan Plaza. I sat down, and this girl came up to me. She has this hongkies style with her cap and long hair, I thought she must be friendly. So she gave me this Handphone that I've been eyeing before. As I play around with the features, she said (in her chinese accent);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini handphone aah.. if you tekan tekan kan... pandai lagging oh.. mau tunggu lagi sikijaaap.. because dia mau loading lagi.. (annoyed face)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh~ of cos la bah.. It's Nokia E71, designed for the way we work, of course there are loads of programmes to load. By the way, aren't you suppose to sell me the phone? not condemn it? Luckily I was already in love with the phone so I didn't really care all those crap she was talking about. And then it was my sister's turn. She asked about HTC Touch Diamond handphone, once again the girl condemn it saying that the phone is not good. I mean WTH? This girl seriously can't sell a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did buy the phone by the way cos that's the cheapest I could find. Til today I've never experience the "laggingness"(if that's a word) that she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny story, when my family and I was in Keningau, we went to Rahmat restaurant to have breakfast. It was our first time, so my dad asked the waitress;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Apa special sini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: aaa.... teda yang special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ..............  -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahkahkahkah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6890402619248757159?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6890402619248757159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6890402619248757159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6890402619248757159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6890402619248757159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-walked-into-shop-and-you.html' title='&apos;Interview&apos; twice before you hire someone =P'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-2923024875541112441</id><published>2009-01-13T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>My weekend gateaway</title><content type='html'>Last sunday, I went to my dad's fishing park in Kota Belud called Rikaraya fishing park. It's been years since I last came here, but I was glad we didn't get lost ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the land was on sale, nobody wanted to buy it, because it was a dump;  it's so far away from pekan KB and to make it even worse, the road was not developed yet. Being a smart businessman as he is, my dad bought it because he thought it would be a great investment in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it can be easily accessed(through highways), and it's only an hour drive from Kota Kinabalu. It has 4 fishponds and a restaurant. If any of you are interested by the way, it's RM10 perhour and you can bring home all your catches. As for me, I came there on a mission; to eat their best butter prawn! Hmph! Rosak diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyEdAs9uII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u7hSNU5Iefo/s1600-h/n508105502_5555086_5903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyEdAs9uII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u7hSNU5Iefo/s200/n508105502_5555086_5903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290749296193157250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st fishpond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyE93eRYwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DXOSrkakIa8/s1600-h/n508105502_5555003_3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyE93eRYwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DXOSrkakIa8/s200/n508105502_5555003_3130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290749860651295490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyFQkONeXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0QglK16EV3s/s1600-h/n508105502_5567513_9254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyFQkONeXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0QglK16EV3s/s200/n508105502_5567513_9254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290750181901171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-2923024875541112441?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/2923024875541112441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=2923024875541112441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2923024875541112441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/2923024875541112441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-weekend-gateaway.html' title='My weekend gateaway'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SWyEdAs9uII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u7hSNU5Iefo/s72-c/n508105502_5555086_5903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-5425359313790809720</id><published>2009-01-09T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya</title><content type='html'>Cont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother organized a surah yassin reading last night at Arwah's house. Of course all of us went including my boyfriend and my cousin Ben, eventhough he's not muslim, just to pay respect. Since she helped us a lot when she was alive, yassin is the best present for her in 'alam kubur' so she could find peace there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum even brought along her friends and we end up using 5 cars to her house in Inanam. When we got there, I saw uncle 'I' (her partner in life)  in his baju melayu and songkok. Well everyone was wearing baju melayu and baju kurung actually, except! Arwah's OWN daugters. They just sat outside the house, laughing and gossiping. I mean WTH? They are Arwah's flesh and blood! I know their parents were just converts but at least wear appropriate clothing or show some courtesy to look sad (even) of their mother's passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glancing through her picture in the room, I almost shed a tear and I was so happy to be able to read Yassin for her. I swear if I have kids, I'll teach them how to read Al-Quran so when I'm dead, I have them to read it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My mum was a convert btw and I thank her for all those mengaji sessions she forced us to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-5425359313790809720?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/5425359313790809720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=5425359313790809720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5425359313790809720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/5425359313790809720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/melentur-buluh-biarlah-dari-rebungnya.html' title='Melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4865480256237823007</id><published>2009-01-02T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>A good family friend of mine just passed away this morning. She helped us a lot during my dad's healing &amp;amp; also my brother's engagement. Her passing is believed to be caused by an asthma &amp;amp; heart attack. She was always very energetic and young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 61 years young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be dearly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4865480256237823007?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4865480256237823007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4865480256237823007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4865480256237823007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4865480256237823007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-7656049297897971262</id><published>2009-01-01T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>My new year celebration</title><content type='html'>I am currently uploading my new year's pictures on facebook but the website is so damn slow. Guess everyone is uploading their pictures as well since it's already 2009 worldwide. So, while waiting, I'm gonna blog about my NY eve party =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post, I did mention about how I love December. Every year we host our NY's eve party, it's kind of a family tradition. We never gave out invitations cos they know where to go to have some fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Greg hits keningau in 1996, the river was wide &amp;amp; deep enough for us to 'buang sial' when the clock strikes 12am. I remember us cousins even jumped off the bridge without any fear. Now, the fish pond is the only choice. Unfortunately, no one wants to smell like a fish afterwards haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we start dancing around 9pm in our self-made dancefloor.The disco lights were already there since I-don't-know when. Probably even before I was born! And I bought the disco ball 5 years ago. I already plan to dance non stop til 12am but I did stop to pee *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am; people running away from water, people running to the water(ehem) Hey It's not new year if you're not wet right?????? Gotta keep the tradition alive! But I'm glad though nobody dragged and pushed me into the pond.. Almost! but I managed to run away hehe.. oh! and this year I escaped the bucket of ice water! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. I hope you guys had a wonderful new years eve. Sorry Daine you missed it.  ... you can stop crying now =P (More pics on fb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The balloons are filled with water and flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzOc_5ufhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p6mBi7NRcdw/s1600-h/DSC03312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzOc_5ufhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p6mBi7NRcdw/s200/DSC03312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286327060211334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzWDxLSTbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aEs6eyzWLnU/s1600-h/DSC03306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzWDxLSTbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aEs6eyzWLnU/s200/DSC03306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335422854745522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzPkwzJPQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/T4YhJvpdsGY/s1600-h/DSC03326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzPkwzJPQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/T4YhJvpdsGY/s200/DSC03326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286328293107776770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzSn8HnVUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FzGWYpchXPQ/s1600-h/DSC09016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzSn8HnVUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FzGWYpchXPQ/s200/DSC09016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286331646220916034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzTW_GEPvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kQLiSBC6ATc/s1600-h/DSC09007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzTW_GEPvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kQLiSBC6ATc/s200/DSC09007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286332454473580274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy all wet after 2 buckets of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzT_NTdNgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qEgYicWYT2Q/s1600-h/DSC03400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzT_NTdNgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qEgYicWYT2Q/s200/DSC03400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286333145482606082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My evil uncle, dragging my brother to the fish pond. You can see my hand there ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzQdotJCNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iUN2v3hCChg/s1600-h/DSC03369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzQdotJCNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iUN2v3hCChg/s200/DSC03369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286329270187657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure which is worse; the pond, or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzZ3SQ0ppI/AAAAAAAAAJY/H87g2vyTpKc/s1600-h/DSC09043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzZ3SQ0ppI/AAAAAAAAAJY/H87g2vyTpKc/s200/DSC09043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286339606444549778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-7656049297897971262?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/7656049297897971262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=7656049297897971262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7656049297897971262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/7656049297897971262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-year-celebration.html' title='My new year celebration'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVzOc_5ufhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p6mBi7NRcdw/s72-c/DSC03312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-6864027830952466968</id><published>2008-12-29T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>What's your new year resolution?</title><content type='html'>2009 is coming in a few days time!!! Are you excited????&lt;br /&gt;I don't. Cos I'll be 25 next year. Another 5 yrs to reach the big three O! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to lunch with my 2 very best friends. As 1 of them sucking away her "cancer stick" (as perez hilton would say), she said, and I quote "My resolution for next year is to quit smoking". Well... good for her, cos she complains a lot about her health and she knows whats making her sick. I just hope that it's not just a hot hot chicken shit thing =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I don't have a resolution. I just can't think of any. Until I took a test from &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/"&gt;blogthings&lt;/a&gt; and I strongly agree with the feedback! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Make 1 Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/newyears.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyouresolvetochangenextyearquiz/"&gt;What Should You Resolve to Change Next Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-6864027830952466968?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/6864027830952466968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=6864027830952466968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6864027830952466968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/6864027830952466968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-your-new-year-resolution.html' title='What&apos;s your new year resolution?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-1615459092432270418</id><published>2008-12-28T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:26:50.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to share'/><title type='text'>To all Handphone user</title><content type='html'>Got this email from a friend of mine. Don't know if it's true but it's always good to be safe than sorry =)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(copy paste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Few days ago, there was a guy who is charging his  cellular at his house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;At the same time, there is a phone call and he answered  the phone without unplug the electri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A few second later the electricity shocked him  unexpectedly and that young guy was thrown to the floor hardly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The parents came to the room and found out that he was  collapse. His heart beat was so weak and his fingers were burned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;They took him to the close hospital, unfortunately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;he  passed away as soon as he arrived at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKRokDAI/AAAAAAAAAII/uPIX70TzLZw/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKRokDAI/AAAAAAAAAII/uPIX70TzLZw/s200/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835800786406402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKY_PllI/AAAAAAAAAIA/faa7nyIgveE/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKY_PllI/AAAAAAAAAIA/faa7nyIgveE/s200/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835802760582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCK-OmgfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t0IUaF3BHmE/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCK-OmgfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t0IUaF3BHmE/s200/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835812757111282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKsf-XXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sBffvNZcFMY/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKsf-XXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sBffvNZcFMY/s200/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835807998139762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1. Don't charge your handphone the whole night and put it close to your ear (or anywhere near you for that matter)  when you are charging it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Never answer the phone when it is charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Share if you care**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another story about handphones, do you know that if you put a raw egg in between of two active handphones, in a period of time you'll get a cooked egg? Hm.. Boys, beware. If you have 2 handphones or more, don't put your handphones in both of your pockets. We don't want those eggs cooked do we? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-1615459092432270418?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/1615459092432270418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=1615459092432270418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1615459092432270418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/1615459092432270418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-all-handphone-user.html' title='To all Handphone user'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SVeCKRokDAI/AAAAAAAAAII/uPIX70TzLZw/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-8022597486676515208</id><published>2008-12-22T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>Megasale Megasale!</title><content type='html'>As you all know, Christmas and new year is around the corner.. and don't forget MegaSale! Have you done your xmas or end of year shopping? I have! Just got back from KL yesterday. Glad to be home! Frankly, I can only stand a week living there.. I love my KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping, as much as I loveeeeeeee to shop, let me tell you a little secret. I actually have a very nasty memory about it. Yes.. everytime I shop for clothes, the memory will haunt me! forever~~! *phobia*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I was a teenager, maybe 10 years ago? So, we were in Sunway Pyramid. I wanted to buy pants, so I went to this store, pick a jeans and went to the changing room to try it on. I was alone because my sister was no where to be seen. As I unzipped my pants, and slip into the new jeans.. half way through.. the curtain (or "the door") of my changing room was suddenly flipped open. I was startled. Couple of boys laughed at me and ran away! I don't wanna sugarcoat anything; they saw my ass. Luckily it wasn't bare! I was scared, humiliated and violated!&lt;br /&gt;Because of that incident, I'm always aware of what kind of changing rooms they have. IF I have to try on clothes in curtain rooms, I will bring my sister to guard the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, If you haven't experienced this, it should be a lesson for you.. guard your door! because perverts are everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-8022597486676515208?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/8022597486676515208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=8022597486676515208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8022597486676515208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/8022597486676515208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2008/12/megasale-megasale.html' title='Megasale Megasale!'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037394976932297773.post-4538288984246367426</id><published>2008-12-10T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:22:09.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s Happening'/><title type='text'>just being polite?</title><content type='html'>3 days ago was Hari Raya AidilAdha so I wanna wish you all happy raya haji. Was busy these days didn't have time to update my blog. Tho I'm not sure what I did but I spent less time in front of my PC nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kota Belud on Raya Haji with my whole family to visit the relatives. I thought we were just going to lepak at the house (talking to each other) as usual but they were having 'hari keluarga' (family day) in KB's community hall. I was like "yey, nda payah pakai baju kurung".. but then we have to wear blue top cos our 'family' is blue team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought...&lt;br /&gt;"the only blue top I have is the one with bling2, oh wait.. I have another 1... but it's sleeveless..." surely inappropriate knowing all my nenek2 are going to be there =/ As a result, I didn't follow the colour code... but what the heck. Not like I participated their games anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had singing contest, ratu comel contest and bla bla bla (I was chosen to be 1 of the judge for ratu comel by the way and look what I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SUDeXx62MHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/E8JZmq4ULRU/s1600-h/DSC004501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SUDeXx62MHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/E8JZmq4ULRU/s200/DSC004501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278463263396737138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMS!!! kahkahkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was before the contest started ok~ And I was texting my sister that I'm gonna let blue team wins muahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm we (my brothers &amp;amp; sis) wanted to leave. So we walked up to our estranged cousins and told them our goodbyes. And of course the most polite sentence everyone WILL use came out: "awal juga, stay la ba kejap". I wonder why people use it. It's not like they were entertaining us before, why insisting us to stay? And the other party (us) tries to reject their invitation politely. Oooh~ So both parties are being polite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this world is full of polite people.. No matter how much they dislike you, they still wanna have you there!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wait... isn't that two face aka hypocrite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5037394976932297773-4538288984246367426?l=farrahneza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/feeds/4538288984246367426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5037394976932297773&amp;postID=4538288984246367426&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4538288984246367426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5037394976932297773/posts/default/4538288984246367426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrahneza.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-being-polite.html' title='just being polite?'/><author><name>farraH-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947579563314563938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COSUSSwRB8M/TtrjgLHU0II/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uv_qWrvBOJM/s220/DSC01662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o7y-RNlkUBY/SUDeXx62MHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/E8JZmq4ULRU/s72-c/DSC004501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
