<?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-8450693228648977244</id><updated>2012-02-27T21:14:03.986+08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='passion'/><category term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><category term='pms'/><category term='random'/><category term='My SuJu'/><category term='love of my life'/><category term='gonjeng'/><category term='info'/><category term='note to heaven'/><category term='j&apos;aime'/><category term='sharing is caring'/><category term='chuckle'/><category term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Nurul Aziz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5588375037938168507</id><published>2012-02-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T19:46:45.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Nurul Syafiqa Aima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2dALO8HDJ0/T0jGAf5DLDI/AAAAAAAABVo/KJk5_Zqb0wg/s1600/Photo-0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2dALO8HDJ0/T0jGAf5DLDI/AAAAAAAABVo/KJk5_Zqb0wg/s640/Photo-0042.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rindu betul dengan budak kecik ni. Kat rumah hari tu tinggal berdua je dengan dia. Angah kerja, Ira kat PLKN. So tiap-tiap hari berborak dengan dia, melayan kerenah dia, bergaduh pun dengan dia. Sehari tak buat dia mengamuk tak sah. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lagu fevret dia. Hahaha. Kalau bosan, suruh dia nyanyi lagu ni lepas tu boleh gelak guling-guling dengar dia punya lenggok. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dia suka stalk blog ni. Bila update blog je mesti dia sibuk cakap balik apa yang aku tulis. Takpun time tulis blog dia mesti busy body nak tengok. Hai dik, kakak miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5588375037938168507?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5588375037938168507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5588375037938168507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5588375037938168507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5588375037938168507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/nurul-syafiqa-aima.html' title='Nurul Syafiqa Aima'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2dALO8HDJ0/T0jGAf5DLDI/AAAAAAAABVo/KJk5_Zqb0wg/s72-c/Photo-0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-824166202178557959</id><published>2012-02-23T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T00:32:14.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>twitter</title><content type='html'>Terpaksa protect balik twitter. Hahaha. Sia-sia je menggelabah cari coding nak letak kat blog hari tu. Ok tu je nak cakap. Dan mengantuk. By the way, currently enjoying my life here. Gilak semuanya. Hehe. But still, I miss home, I miss talking nonsense with my nee too (sound like a gay pulak Nee -_-")&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last night I did that same silly mistake AGAIN. When will you grow up Nurul Wahidah? T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-824166202178557959?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/824166202178557959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=824166202178557959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/824166202178557959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/824166202178557959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/twitter.html' title='twitter'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-3598320912060713231</id><published>2012-02-17T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:37:41.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>FST, I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>Hehe. Ape benda entah tajuk macam tu. Ni entry last before I berangkat ye. Memandangkan kemungkinan besar I tak boleh online untuk jangka masa yang panjang, so I TERPAKSA tempek muka I banyak-banyak kat sini supaya lovers tak rindu dan haters ada bahan tambahan untuk diumpat. Tapi kalau esok lusa nampak entry baru kat sini or I menjoyah kat Twitter (Facebook bo layan dah sekarang) tu maknanya ada WiFi percuma la tu kat kawasan pergunungan tu nanti.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hari tu I balik UKM. 'Balik UKM' tu tak menahan. Hihihi (gelak gedik). So sebagai pencinta FST yang tak pernah berpeluang belajar dalam bangunan baru FST dan buat lab dekat lab baru FST so dapat ambik gambar pun jadilah ye dak?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7ri9Z9BoOg/Tz0or5gVPBI/AAAAAAAABUk/5mj2BBS3wMk/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7ri9Z9BoOg/Tz0or5gVPBI/AAAAAAAABUk/5mj2BBS3wMk/s640/18.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Front. Tangga tak siap lagi so harap maklong dengan kondisi beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbWC1_tN39Y/Tz0o92a0EPI/AAAAAAAABUs/NYL_vps9cDM/s1600/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbWC1_tN39Y/Tz0o92a0EPI/AAAAAAAABUs/NYL_vps9cDM/s640/26.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pokok buluh tinggi. Haha apa punya caption daa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8t3odTswr8/Tz0pUd7vxHI/AAAAAAAABU0/V6k0IwgMEtg/s1600/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8t3odTswr8/Tz0pUd7vxHI/AAAAAAAABU0/V6k0IwgMEtg/s640/29.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ni second floor ke first floor entah. Tapi standard bangunan sekarang la kat tengah-tengah tu dia buat macam taman. Second floor kot sebab pokok buluh tadi dekat first floor. Ape ke gigihnya aku explain kat sini? -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-He295mtqWHU/Tz0qOL-pyLI/AAAAAAAABVE/KEthqr_hN-s/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-He295mtqWHU/Tz0qOL-pyLI/AAAAAAAABVE/KEthqr_hN-s/s640/34.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baru nak pakai kasut. Percayalah anda semua bahawa saya berkaki ayam naik ke KIY sebab dah sakit kaki pakai kasut. Nasib baik lepas hujan. Kalau tak dari bangunan FST tu lagi dah berkaki ayam dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baiklah, nak pegi sambung unpacking dan packing. Till then, take care everyone. Toodle~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdusyHagoXI/Tz0s9LuQS5I/AAAAAAAABVU/eubYDmlRcFc/s1600/20100602_024629837476_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdusyHagoXI/Tz0s9LuQS5I/AAAAAAAABVU/eubYDmlRcFc/s640/20100602_024629837476_1.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ni kat car park bangunan baru FST. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang ni rasa macam banduan bilik terakhir kerana __________________ (tidak melebihi 15 patah perkataan). Dulu masa kecik-kecik umur 5 tahun konon nak masuk peraduan lepas tu ade kena tulis slogan, punya la pandai aku ni pegi salin balik ayat 'tidak melebihi 15 patah perkataan' kat tempat kosong tu. Lepas tu selalu kat form peraduan ade kena isi jantina kan? Aku rilek je pegi tulis betina. Umi tengok aku tulis macam tu dia bantai gelak dengan cousin aku yang kebetulan ada kat rumah. Ntah-ntah kazen aku tu pun tak tahu sebenarnya jantina tu apa. Kira aku terer la sebab tahu jantina tu combination of jantan n betina. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;
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Berbalik kepada tajuk. InsyaAllah pagi esok aku akan bertolak meninggalkan tanah tumpah darah ku ini. &amp;nbsp;Meninggalkan selesanya katil sendiri, makanan emak masak tapi makan sendiri, internet ayah bayar tapi bagi aku percuma dan lain-lain lagi (takde idea lettew).&amp;nbsp;Macam kau nak pergi keluar dari planet bumi kan Nurul?&amp;nbsp;Dengan banyaknya masalah yang jadi di saat-saat akhirnya ni sampai aku terfikir betul ke jalan yang aku pilih ni? Kalau betul kenapa banyak sangat halangan? Macam Allah bagi hint ni bukan yang terbaik untuk aku. Ke Allah bagi semua ujian ni sebab memang ni yang terbaik untuk aku? Macam karbon nak jadi berlian. Sebelum jadi berlian, berapa banyak tekanan and berapa lama masa yang diambil untuk jadi berlian. Lepas tu kena tunggu lagi sebelum manusia jumpa and jadi berharga. Kalau tak mengenangkan aku dah lepaskan peluang lain semata-mata untuk yang ni, memang aku dah give up dah. Lepas tu mengenangkan banyaknya benda aku dah korbankan untuk benda ni so nak tak nak terpaksa jugak harungi. Aku harap jalan yang aku pilih ni jalan yang terbaik untuk aku. Biar hasil yang aku dapat nanti adalah yang terbaik untuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;
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Semalam sambil-sambil tolong umi dekat tempat kerja dia, terfikir rasenya aku macam lagi kuat sekarang compare dengan dulu. I mean bukan physical tapi mental. And for that, I would like to thank all the person who try to bring me down, hate me, broke my heart because without all of you I won't stand this strong today. Thank you. And for the people who always being by my side, thank you to all of you too. I value and&amp;nbsp;appreciate each of you like the err how can I compare all of you with anything? I was about to said all of you was like the layer of rainbows but I rarely seen rainbow and even if I watched rainbow pun I was like, Wah pelangi. Dah, tu je.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok adik aku sibuk nak tengok BoboiBoy pulak. Karan sambung. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4516033046086266756?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4516033046086266756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4516033046086266756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4516033046086266756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4516033046086266756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/bandun-bilik-terakhir.html' title='Banduan Bilik Terakhir'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1982559760738332982</id><published>2012-02-12T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T00:10:55.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><title type='text'>So Many Things So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lack of rest sekarang ni. Ikutkan mata memang dah tidur dah tapi sebab ikutkan hati, so memang suka hatilah jawabnya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Semalam langsung tak boleh tidur. Ceritanya masa awal-awal tu aku kacau Iqa. Aku temankan umi kat tempat kerja dia packing barang untuk hantar hari ni. Lepas tu minah tu tiba-tiba datang terkedek-kedek buat apa entah. Tapi setiap kali dia datang je mesti lepas tu dia tukar selipar yang aku pakai dengan selipar yang dia pakai time datang tu sebab aku pakai selipar dia. Aku kat rumah memang takde selipar. Tu yang tibai die punya je. Kesiankan? So masa dia nak balik tu aku dah agak dah mesti lepas ni tengok-tengok selipar biru dia tu bertukar jadi selipar jepun yang memang betul-betul dari zaman jepun punya. Aku pun saja la kacau dia. Aku cakap elok-elok sikit jalan dekat tong sampah tu. Lepas tu dia jerit. Biasela budak umur 11 tahun sorang ni. Umi dah tension dengan semut tiba-tiba banyak gileeee. So nak elak daripada aku terus usik Iqa, dia pun hantar la giant tu balik rumah. Tapi masalahnya, bila aku kena tinggal sorang-sorang kat situ, aku pulak yang takut. Mula la aku fikir macam-macam. Seriau jap. Lepas tu sekali dengan aku balik rumah. Haha. Last last aku pulak yang tak boleh tidur sampai 5.00 pagi. Aku dah fikir nak call sape ni nak call sape ni. Dah tahu siapa yang nak di call, tiba-tiba baru teringat henpong dah campak entah ke mana. -_-" Terpaksa la aku bukak laptop balik lepas tu tengok HIMYM. Eh, tak tengok pun sebenarnya. Just bukak je lepas tu pejam mata. Hahaha. Moral of the story, jangan usik orang kalau diri sendiri pun penakut.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life sekarang banyak on the road. Trevel la konon. Hahahaktui. Maybe tahun ni memang tahun untuk aku travel kot. Takpelah, andai takdir nak bawak aku sampai Korea pun aku terima je. Boleh melawat bakal MIL. Hewhewhew *gelak tak tahu malu. Takpun London.&amp;nbsp;Tapi seriously sebab asyik jalan la banyak kerja terbengkalai. Projek pun dah stuck. Mula-mula je semangat sampai tiap-tiap jam pun nak ada progress. Nasib baik aku sabar je, kalau tak mesti orang tu asyik baca report aku tiap-tiap jam. Hahaha. Sekarang ni, nak buat kerja pun overlap dengan kerja lain. Ni pun perasaan nak sambung buat projek tu ada tapi dah stuck kat sini pulak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tadi macam banyak nak cerita, dah lupa pulak. Haa, petang tadi parents aku pergi hantar barang kat Ira. Sepet tu kan dekat PLKN sekarang. Mengada-ngada betul sepit rambut patah pun nak suruh hantarkan yang baru. Dah la tibai seluar aku tak bagitau. Habis la jugak segelen air mata aku sebab seluar tu punya pasal. Nasib baik kalau parents aku pergi, aku dapat balik seluar tu, kalau tak takde aku nak bagi dorang pergi. Mula-mula aku kena ikut jugak tapi disebabkan aku memang malas plus tak cukup tidur lepas tu bangun awal pulak tu pagi tadi lepas tu aku dah banyak aktiviti hari ni so aku pun bagi idea baik punya. Aku cakap nanti Iqa sorang-sorang kat rumah sebab dia ada kelas petang tadi. Kem tu 2 jam kot dari rumah aku. Memang la cadangan diterima tapi lepas tu ada new tasks pulak. Kena pegi ambik Iqa dekat sekolah , lepas tu ade la benda-benda merepek lain yang aku kena buat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Part ambik Iqa ni la yang aku lemah sikit. Eh, banyak sebenarnya. Ayah aku suruh pegi ambik dengan motor. Bila dapat arahan tu aku dah, mynn. Lepas tu keluar rumah pukul 5, kunci pintu semua sampai la part paling buat aku rasa macam loser kat depan rumah sendiri. Motor tu tak boleh nak auto-start pulak sebab battery low kot. Eh, ke apa orang panggil yang start just by picit button tu? Ah gasak. Seriously aku tak tahu pape pasal motor. So kena start secara normal la. Motor tu kan aku tak tau la dia saja nak prank aku ke apa, langsung tanak hidup. 5 minit la jugak aku start, macam nak nangis pun ada padahal depan rumah sendiri ni. Kalau time tu kena kejar zombie aku rasa memang sekali dengan aku pun bertukar jadi zombie lepas tu. Lepas tu call ayah. Ok fine, memang kelakar. -_-" Aku tanya ade kena buat apa-apa tak sebelum start motor ni. Boleh nampak betapa noobnya aku kat situ. Bila dah boleh start tu aku gelak sorang-sorang sambil pandang kiri kanan berharap takde orang tengok. Haha. Lepas tu nak gerak pulak satu hal. Aku paling takut area gate rumah aku sebab longkang dia besar nak mampus lepas tu penutup longkang tu pun besar nak mati. Dulu time hebat berbasikal, kaki aku pernah termasuk antara gigi penutup longkang tu. Childhood memory tiba-tiba. Aku rasa kalau kat gate tu, jalan kaki je la yang aku paling confident. Sebarang kenderaan seperti motor, kereta bas, lori sampah dan lain-lain memang kalau boleh nak panjangkan lagi leher, sebab nak make sure tayar tak masuk celah penutup longkang tu. Gila psiko kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pukul 5.10 baru aku sampai sekolah kot. Padahal jarak sekangkang kera je. Tapi sebab jarak sekangkang kera la aku tensi. Tengah tunggu dia tadi pun aku tengok most budak-budak tu parent datang ambik, tak pun naik basikal.. Takde sorang pun yang jalan kaki padahal sekolah tu dalam area taman perumahan. Jalan taman perumahan tau tau je la besar mana. Kalau jalan besar tu consider la parent pegi ambik. Yang si Syafiqa ni pulak. Bayangkanlah rumah aku dengan sekolah tu just terpisah dengan masjid lepas tu sebelah masjid tu ada lorong lepas lorong tu surau lama lepas tu rumah aku. Kalau duduk depan gate memang boleh nampak dia jalan kaki dari sekolah sebab jalan tu memang strait takde selekoh ke masuk lorong ke apa. Seriously aku tak&amp;nbsp;exaggerate. Selalu aku joging pagi-pagi kalau lari setempat confirm tak sampai-sampai. Hahaha. Ok lame joke. Kalau joging dengan kadar pemalas nak lari macam aku ni ade la 3 minit kot. Tapi tu la, dia punya obstacle petang-petang macam tu memang lain macam sikit. Aku memang hangin betul dengan budak-budak fixie ni. Suka betul buat jalan tu macam ____________ (insert the right word) dorang punye. Kau faham tak aku nak lalu. No wonder la parent kena ambik anak-anak even sekolah dekat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Macam mak-mak tak aku membebel? Hahaha. Belum cukup mak mak lagi tu. Ada budak kelas adik aku ni. Mak dia baik bebeno sampai tak pernah pukul or marah anak-anak dia. So yang bongsu and sekelas dengan adik aku tu laki. Dia punya hero, MasyaAllah. Kalau aku jadi cikgu memang aku luku luku je kepala budak tu. Hari tu dia patahkan pensil adik aku. Dah la pensil tu sebenarnya pensil fevret Ira. Aku tak tau la apa reaksi minah tu nanti bila tahu pensil kesayangan dia dah arwah. Kalau aku boleh bertolak ansur lagi, paling teruk pun aku nangis lepas tu merajuk sehari dua. Hahaha. Tapi yang tu dia punya rebel lain macam sikit. Aku agak berasap la dengan budak tu kan. Lepas tu umi aku saja la nak tambah asap, dia cakap tu baru kecik. Dulu pernah sekali adik aku balik, tengok-tengok tudung penuh corak tapak kasut. Haa, kau mampu buat PS kat tudung? Budak tu mampu okeh. Yang aku heran cikgu takde pulak nak denda budak tu berjemur tengah panas, rendam dalam air sabun semua. Tak pun at least panggil mak budak tu ke sebab bukan adik aku sorang yang kena dengan budak tu. Budak-budak lain pun kena. Padahal adik aku tu budak paling tinggi dalam kelas. Kena buli jugak dengan gemuk pendek tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harap-harap anak-anak aku takde perangai macam tu. Kalau ada, aku rendam dalam kolam ada lintah bagi insaf sikit. Hahaha. Cakap pasal anak-anak. Hari tu Iqa tiba-tiba cakap kat umi, dia kata kakak ni kalau ada anak, mesti kereta dia penuh dengan teddy bear. Umi aku pulak setuju pulak tu dengan statement beliau. And I was like, hello muka kakak ade macam peminat teddy bear ke? Bagi aku, teddy bear tu kalau ada, peluk dan penyek. Kalau takde tak kisah langsung. Kalau aku ada anak, aku akan make sure semua tempat ada buku. Tak kira la dalam kereta, toilet, dapur. Kau nak pegi piknik pun mak bekalkan buku okeh. Hahaha. Tapi seriously, aku pegi piknik pun aku bawak buku dalam bag. Padahal tak baca pun. Rasa tak secure pun ada kalau takde buku dalam bag -_-" Eh, apehal aku melalut sampai bab anak ni? Aku nak letak gambar sebenarnya tapi malas pulak sebab kepala dah pening.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tidur dulu. Night night. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1982559760738332982?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1982559760738332982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1982559760738332982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1982559760738332982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1982559760738332982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So Many Things So Little Time'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4998132098464611739</id><published>2012-02-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:09:38.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Hai tawan-tawan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rajin pulak aku buat entry dua hari ni. Jiwa tak tenteram memang macam ni lah youall. Kejap tadi kelebet-kelebet folder gambar dalam laptop ni. Actually memang dari semalam lagi duk cuci laptop ni daripada gambar-gambar tak berfaedah. Semua berfaedah so terpaksa burn dalam cd. Habis cd ayah aku yang berpuluh-puluh keping tu aku tibai. Lepas tu jumpa satu cd gambar tak berfaedah lagi. Tanya Ainul Fatihah nak buat macam mana sebab cd tu tak full pun. Baru guna sikit space dia. Tapi minah tu asyik cakap pasal benda lain. Hangin betul mak. Then penyelamat I datang. Tanya beliau pulak. Dia cakap, buang je. So dengan berbesar hati sebelum buang cd tu aku pegi conteng-conteng dulu. Bukan conteng apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxmY4_sG6_A/TzT2hVD_6zI/AAAAAAAABTs/uROxRf4kpv4/s1600/Photo-0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxmY4_sG6_A/TzT2hVD_6zI/AAAAAAAABTs/uROxRf4kpv4/s400/Photo-0008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kf6PwFpf07g/TzT22IH0AkI/AAAAAAAABT0/ZrTfPxEw2o0/s1600/Photo-0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kf6PwFpf07g/TzT22IH0AkI/AAAAAAAABT0/ZrTfPxEw2o0/s400/Photo-0010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ni je. Haha. Nampak tak betapa gigihnya aku conteng lepas tu betapa gigihnya aku nak cover balik dengan watermark tu tapi tetap nak tunjuk kat sini. Tehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lepas aku dah campak dalam bakul sampah tu kan. Godek godek nak download cd burner sebab laptop ni baru format, pak cik tu pulak tak install Nero macam selalu. Lepas tu aku download sejenis burner ni. Rupenya beliau ada kemampuan untuk overwrite cd. Kalau aku tau, takdela aku gigih pergi conteng belakang cd ni. Duh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eh, out of topic. Actually bukan pic tu yang aku kelebet tadi. Ni haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1fB-VjPS-g/TzT3yqgNgqI/AAAAAAAABT8/YLGtt4C-2n4/s1600/Photo-0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1fB-VjPS-g/TzT3yqgNgqI/AAAAAAAABT8/YLGtt4C-2n4/s400/Photo-0072.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdxQRu2IFHc/TzT4zltsXpI/AAAAAAAABUE/cQ_PzCo_DnI/s1600/Photo-0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdxQRu2IFHc/TzT4zltsXpI/AAAAAAAABUE/cQ_PzCo_DnI/s400/Photo-0073.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ni gambo zaman tengah melintang pukang dengan lab hari tu. Rilek je buat lab tak pakai labcoat. Lab nuklear pulak tu. Eh, bangunan nuklear. Lab bukan nuklear. Nampak tak labcoat bahagia tersangkut kat kerusi tu. Hewhewhew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baiklah, nak pegi mandi dulu. Kalau ada cerita menarik lagi, blog lagi malam ni. Kalau takde, terimalah salam peluk cium muah, muah. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kisahnye macam ni. Semalam temankan umi pegi pekan. Eh, ke umi yang temankan aku? Tapi niat asal nak tukar ic. Dah berapa belas tahun tak tukar. Ic tu pun dah berupa klasik ala ala sephia gitu. Sampai dapat penyakit kuning la jugak ic tu. Aku pun tak paham kenapa dia nak dapat penyakit kuning walhal dia just duduk dalam purse je. Eh, lepas tu dah ambik nombor, pegi kaunter lepas tu abang yang kat kaunter tu dengan muka ngantuk pandang aku. Lepas tu dah menggelabah tak tahu nak buat ape. Abang, adakah tujuan saya datang ke Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara yang sempit dan aircond slow macam dijana oleh kayuhan basikal oleh kura-kura macam dalam iklan 100 Plus tu adalah untuk duduk di kerusi di depan kaunter lalu terkelip-kelip memandang abang yang bermuka mengantuk yang juga turut memandang saya dengan terkelip-kelip walhal terang-terang ketika mengambil nombor giliran tadi telah saya tekan butang B untuk urusan penukaran ic. Atau adakah abang menganggap saya sudah tahu prosedur menukar ic kerana muka saya macam muka orang yang pergi buat ic setiap hari? Jika abang malas hendak explain prosedurnya, apa kata tampal sahaja di papan kenyataan yang kelihatan bersawang di tepi dinding di sebelah pintu masuk itu?&lt;br /&gt;
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Kelip punya kelip baru la tahu rupanya esok baru boleh buat ic. Lepas tu kena tunggu 3 minggu pulak tu untuk siap. Dah la gua nak pegi Korea minggu depan (tipu). Mane sempat bhai. So tanya punya tanya, dia cakap kalau buat kat Kuala Terengganu lagi cepat. So lepas berborak dengan pak cik peramah yang rupanya kenalan umi patutla beria dia berborak dengan aku. Comel lah pak cik.&lt;br /&gt;
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So keluar daripada JPN tu, umi cakap nak beli kain Puteri Islam untuk Syafiqa. Menuju lah kitorang ke kedai kain pula. Tengah lintas jalan tiba-tiba ada sorang pak cik dan bininya di dalam sebuah van perlahankan van dorang lalu bertanya aku nak gi mana dan etc macam dah kenal lama. Terpinga jap tapi orang tanya, kita jawab sahaja. Umi pun hairan kerana setahu beliau aku ni manalah ada kawan yang berusia sebegitu. Aku pulak ingatkan tu kenalan umi lagi. -_-" Mungkin pak cik tu salah orang. Maklum la orang tua, matanya kurang nampak. Atau mungkin dia tengok aku sesuai untuk jadi bakal menantu ke. Hikhikhik.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dah sampai kedai kain, pilih-pilih kain. Bagus betul assistant kedai tu, sabar je layan customer. Macam tu la buat business. Bagi aku la, customer are not always right, tapi cara kita layan yang akan buat dia fikir, yes I'm the boss here so treat me like a boss dude. Letak kain dekat kaunter tiba-tiba nampak brooch sebelah kaunter. Belek-belek brooch, tibai 7,8 ketul. Ce bayangkan kalau budak tu tadi layan lebih kurang je, ade aku nak beli brooch pulak? Takde de. Kalau kau jual berlian dengan harga seposen pun maybe aku akan beli 5,6 ketul je. Hiks. Berlian harga seposen weh, sape taknak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pastu umi cakap nak beli lauk untuk masak tengahari. Pergi la satu kedai jual lauk pauk ni semue. Masuk kedai tu anak owner kedai tu kot, punya la peramah duk cerita itu ini. Aku tak kisah. Orang berniaga ni kene pandai layan customer. Berborak bagi dia rasa kedatangan dia dialu-alukan. Lepas umi aku dah timbang ayam tu semua, dia pun pergi kaunter nak bayar. Aku pun ikut la menyibuk kat belakang. Sebelum turn kitorang tu ada sorang mak cik ni tanya mak cik kat kaunter tu ikan tongkol ade tak, die cakap takde. So lepas bayar mak cik tu blah la. Sampai la turn kitorang pulak. Dia timbang balik ayam tu lepas tu (jangan tanya kenapa dia timbang dua kali sebab maybe tu prosedur ke hape gua tak tau) dah masuk lagi satu layer plastik tiba-tiba dia capai phone and call pemborong ikan ke sape entah. Dengan sayur salad and tomato gua dia buat tak nampak kat situ. Sambil cakap phone, umi tanya apa ntah kat dia, dia macam nak tak nak je jawab. Lepas tu umi pun nak bayar la kan. Dah tengok dia macam syiok sangat bergayut dengan pemborong ikan tu, umi gua terpaksa la bayar guna duit yang cukup-cukup. Agaknya kalau harga dia RM 20.33 pun dia terpaksa geledah purse dia untuk cari 3 sen. Aku pandang je mak cik tu lepas tu pandang umi aku pulak yang bertenang je berhadapan dengan situasi macam tu macam dia langsung takde perasaan. Orang nak bagi duit kat kita, cuba la pandang muka dia lepas tu senyum. Sejuk la sikit hati orang yang terpaksa keluarkan duit ni. Lepas keluar je kedai tu, gua dah membebel-bebel pasal mak cik tu. Tiba-tiba umi jumpa kawan dia, borak punya borak lepas tu nak lintas jalan, gua sambung balik membebel pasal mak cik tadi. Seriously tak puas hati. Tapi positifkan diri. Mungkin mak cik tu tak nak pandang muka umi sebab umi lagi lawa dari dia, nanti hilangla keyakinan diri beliau kalau pandang kulit umi gua yang lagi putih dari gua yang kat sebelah and kedut pun tak nampak walaupun dah umur 48.&lt;br /&gt;
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Setel hari semalam. Hari ni pulak gua pegi Kuala Terengganu nak buat ic. Tapi sebelum tu ayah pergi bengkel tengok kereta dah siap ke belum. So umi dengan aku pun ikut la sekali. Aku dah pernah pergi kat bengkel tu sebelum ni sebab ayah ajak tengok baby (read : panggilan manja untuk kereta tu) sebab aku tak pernah tengok lagi ghope life beliau after accident hari tu. Tapi kitorang pergi hari ni, ramai pulak orang yang pergi hantar kete dorang yang accident jugak la, tuan kereta lain yang bertanya khabar kereta dorang la. Takde la ramai sebenarnya. Ada la 2,3 orang, campur tukang sibuk macam gua and umi, ade la dalam 8 orang. Tapi disebabkan dorang nak berbincang hal yang kompleks iaitu tentang kereta which is kalau korang tanya aku memang confirm aku tak tau sebab tu aku cakap kompleks so high concentration amatlah diperlukan. Macam Goku nak bertukar jadi Super Siaya (aku tak suka Dragon Ball *tetibe). Sampai owner bengkel tu pun tak tau nak layan sape dulu sebab dorang semua tembak beliau secara berjemaah. Haha. Sampai aku pulak rasa bersalah tengok dia kejap kena minta maaf dengan orang ni sebab nak layan orang tu, sekejap dia kene cakap kejap ngan orang tu sebab nak cakap dengan orang ni dulu. Lagi sekali aku nak cakap, that is how you treat your customer gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lepas tu sambung the journer. Bukan main journey. Hehe. Panjang la pulak entry aku kali ni. Tiba-tiba ayah aku tanya dah breakfast belum. Padahal dah pukul 11 dah time tu. Dia lapar la tu. So stop la kat gerai tepi jalan tu. Aku tak order pape pun sampai ayah aku pun dah naik pelik kenapa aku tak makan and minum macam orang ada masalah. Padahal masalahnya aku tension tak cukup tidur lepas tu hari-hari keluar pulak tu. Aku kan sejenis manusia yang tak suka jalan time panas. Terengganu sekarang panasnya hoi kalau kau jemur keropok, 5 minit dah boleh jual (nak cakap tadi pegi tengok orang buat keropok for the first time selepas 22 tahun hidup walaupun gua anak jati Terengganu. Hahaha). Dah habis minum, tetiba tengok gerai sebelah gerai sebelah (bukan tertaip dua kali tapi memang kedai sebelah kedai sebelah. Sila pahamkan sendiri sebab gua tengah pms so malas nak explain) banyak makanan yang menarik perhatian gua. Tapi mak gua pulak yang excited nampak lompat tikam (sejenis kuih. Kalau tak tau google sendiri) so dia pun pegi melawat kedai tu. Dah ambik kuih-kuih and laksa, kena la bayar ye dak. Muka akak tu ya ampun masam sungguh. Lagi sekali nak positifkan diri maybe muka dia memang jenis yang nampak masam walaupun dia dah berusaha keras senyum. Takpe, gua maafkan sebab gua dapat kuih feveret gua walaupun kuah laksa dia tak sedap langsung macam dia taruk cuka dalam air. Tapi mak gua cakap sedap, siap berazam nak pegi beli lagi. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;
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Lepas tu pegi buat ic. Rupanya ayah aku tak tau kat mana JPN Kuala Terengganu. Agak kelakar la sebab masa tengah makan kat kedai tu aku nampak ada Jabatan Pendaftar kat depan gerai tu. Aku pun cakap la tu pun Jabatan Pendaftar. Umi pun eksaited la sebab dia ingat ayah aku tak tahu so dia tanya la ke ayah aku dah tau. Ayah aku pulak selamba cakap, takde la, saja bawak jalan-jalan kat sini. Aku gelak sorang-sorang dalam hati sebab tu sebenarnya Jabatan Pendaftar UNISZA tapi ayah macam berlagak pulak dengan umi. Tak sampai hati gelak sorang-sorang so aku pun bagitau la tu UNISZA punya, bukan JPN. Umi aku tau JPN kat mana tapi dia tak tau location tempat tu. Dia describe tempat tu as 'wisma yang terjun bunuh diri tu' -_-" Padahal kat Kuala Terengganu tu ada 3 wisma je. Dah sampai floor JPN, ramai gila orang, tempat sempit pulak tu. Aku pun tak faham konsep JPN Terengganu ni. Adekah lagi sempit itu lagi bagus? Lepas tu kan staff gov buat kerja paham-paham je la dorang punya speed. No offence eh sebab ayah aku pun staff gov. So memang aku masak sangat ngan timetable dorang. Pukul 9 breakfast. Pukul 10, minum pagi. Pukul 12.30 lunch. Pukul 3 minum petang. Sebab tu aku tak pernah bercita-cita nak masuk gov. Apply tu memang ada tapi macam hobi je. Baik aku buat bisnes sendiri. Tak menyusahkan orang ramai. Rasa nak duit lebih, buat la kerja elok-elok. Kalau rasa nak makan pasir, duduk rumah goyang kaki.&lt;br /&gt;
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Banyak lagi sebenarnya yang aku nak bebel ni. Tapi.... Eh sambung je la eh. Lepas ni dah takde nak update macam ni kot. Entah-entah tak update langsung. Will be busy with my new life pulak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang masuk pasal jalan raya pulak. Disebabkan ada kempen berbasikal sekarang ni kan, so sebagai menyahut seruan kerajaan maka banyaklah bilangan fixie kat jalan-jalan raya kat Terengganu sekarang ni. Selalunya budak sekolah la. Aku pun tak faham jugak dengan budak-budak ni. Adik, bukan ke sekarang kat sekolah ada subjek Keselamatan di Jalan Raya tapi kenapa adik berlagak macam jalan raya tu macam basikal adik ada bayar roadtax? Sampai sebelah jalan tu adik nak conquer dengan kawan-kawan adik. Kalau jalan raya tu 2 lane takpe la jugak. Ni 1 lane je lepas tu kat selekoh tajam pulak tu. Ikutkan hati aku langgar je budak-budak ni dengan basikal colourful dorang sekali masuk semak. Lepas tu orang dah jalan slow baik punye ikut bontot kau takde perasaan pulak tu nak ke tepi sikit ke tak pun jalan berderet macam itik ke. Kau boleh sengih pulak eh dik. Ke saje nak tonjolkan diri? Maklumla kaler kulit korang kan sama macam jalan raya so supaya tak terlalu ninja kau pun sengih la. At least nampak gigi dengan beskal kaler oren kan dik? Yang aku tak paham sekali dengan budak perempuan pulak tu nak main basikal tu. Oh sayang ku, bontot mu nampak buruk benar bertenggek pada basikal tinggi begitu.&amp;nbsp;Lepas tu lori pun satu hal. Kau apehal bang? Dahla bawak lori. Lepas tu nak duduk kanan pulak tu. Lagi kau nak hon-hon gua yang kat depan lori kau ni kan. Gua dah bawak 110 bhai. Bukan kat highway pun. Lain kali nak laju bawak bugatti. Dengan rendah diri gua masuk kiri lepas tu. Tapi lepas tu makesure park kete tu elok-elok. Ni mentang-mentang kau punye kete BMW, nak double park pulak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baiklah maafkan saya untuk entry panjang dengan gaya bahasa yang tak mencerminkan budi bahasa ini. Biasalah, ketam memang suka ajar anak jalan betul tapi beliau jalan senget. Mood tengah main roller coaster sekarang. Maybe nanti saya simpan dalam draft entry ni. Hehe. Kate orang menyesal dahulu pendapatan, menyesal kemudian tidak berguna. Saya nak menyesal kemudian la ni. Thanks for reading. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8975334869627518195?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8975334869627518195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8975334869627518195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8975334869627518195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8975334869627518195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/budi-bahasa-dalam-kalangan-masyarakat.html' title='Budi Bahasa dalam Kalangan Masyarakat Melayu'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-2156241635243009413</id><published>2012-02-06T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:59:07.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing is caring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8IUqgfB2CE/Ty-WSj9-AKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/A6T1UCQYqPk/s1600/2417811_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8IUqgfB2CE/Ty-WSj9-AKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/A6T1UCQYqPk/s1600/2417811_460s.jpg" /&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/8450693228648977244-2156241635243009413?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/2156241635243009413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=2156241635243009413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2156241635243009413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2156241635243009413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/diamond.html' title='Diamond'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8IUqgfB2CE/Ty-WSj9-AKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/A6T1UCQYqPk/s72-c/2417811_460s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-735198637294578217</id><published>2012-02-03T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:04:43.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for this moment months ago. I always wanted to write the sentence above but I forgot your birthday last year. I'm sorry Love. But hey, I manage to wish you on time this year. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;py 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Bir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;thd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ay,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
May this year bring you more happiness than last year. May you gain more love this year (thought I might be jealous to the core to see you showering with so much love from other people). May you become more successful this year. Take care of your self, don't work too hard. You had experienced miracle once, you have the gift with you too. Please continue to be yourself, the evil, witty, adorable, sometimes innocent you. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-735198637294578217?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/735198637294578217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=735198637294578217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/735198637294578217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/735198637294578217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-love.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Seoul, South Korea</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.566535 126.97796919999996</georss:point><georss:box>37.428641500000005 126.76846569999996 37.7044285 127.18747269999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1145341170606589958</id><published>2012-01-25T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:11:12.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Taip, taip, taip, padam. Taip lagi, padam lagi. Susah benar nak menulis sekarang ni. Patah kata yang terkeluar terlalu puitis. Janggal betul bait-bait perkataan sebegitu dengan jiwa blog ini. Blog ini umpama luaran saya, keanak-anakan. Sengaja saya buat begitu, menutup jiwa lembut dan perlahan saya dari pandangan orang. Tetapi sekarang, semakin sukar mahu berselindung. Semuanya terzahir sendiri, dah tak termampu hendak saya tutupi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semalam, tanpa sengaja sewaktu mencari-cari sesuatu, saya terbaca entries lama. Menyelusuri silam saya. Sayu hati tapi saya sabarkan. Yang lepas biarkan lepas. Tahun 2010, tahun saya jatuh dan cuba berjalan kembali. 2011, tahun saya belajar, mengenal diri sendiri, sedar siapa kawan, siapa lawan, siapa penikam belakang. Juga tahun untuk saya lakukan kesilapan dan mengutip pengalaman. Tahun 2012 ini biarlah jadi tahun untuk saya berubah kepada yang lebih baik, tahun untuk kejar apa yang sepatutnya saya kejar dan tinggalkan apa yang patut saya tinggalkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2, 3 hari ini fikiran saya asyik terfikirkan sesuatu. Lagi-lagi bila dikelilingi kawan-kawan. Saya cuba untuk tidak jadi pendendam tapi mungkin syaitan tu lebih pandai menghasut. Satu demi satu kesalahan mereka pada saya diulang tayang. Ikutkan hati mahu saya sebutkan semua di sini. Tapi untuk apa? Benar orang kata, kebencian tu buat hati sakit. Saya sakit hati sekarang. Betapa teruk mereka buat saya, tapi mudah benar saya memaafkan. Ketawa bersama bagaikan tiada apa-apa. Kawan jenis apa yang tinggalkan kawan di belakang di saat kawan kesusahan? Kawan jenis apa yang menghasut kawan lain supaya membenci kawan? Saya tahu saya juga bukan seorang yang sempurna. Banyak betul kekhilafan di pihak saya, saya tahu itu. Tapi tak pernah terlintas di fikiran untuk jatuhkan kawan sendiri. Kadang-kadang saya terfikir, layakkah mereka di panggil kawan? Seumur hidup saya, itu kali pertama rasa ditikam dibelakang oleh orang-orang yang saya percayai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagi saya, kawan itu adalah mereka :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang kesetiaan mereka tak pernah pudar walaupun berbelas tahun bersama-sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang cepat menegur jika ternampak kesilapan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang sentiasa memahami gurauan walaupun kadang-kadang terkasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang sentiasa bersabar melayan kerenah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang sentiasa bersedia menjadi bahu tempat menumpah air mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang sentiasa memberi semangat di saat kejatuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang membawa ketawa bahagia bila bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang membuat senyum lebar terukir dengan hanya memandang kelibat mereka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang sentiasa berkongsi cerita sedih mahupun gembira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saya tak percaya dengan ungkapan BFF. Tapi mereka semua tetap kesayangan saya sampai bila-bila. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1145341170606589958?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1145341170606589958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1145341170606589958&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1145341170606589958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1145341170606589958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/01/taip-taip-taip-padam.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qPlMWkeeeQ/Tx-SJB1YuyI/AAAAAAAABRw/IBkOOgZxJXA/s72-c/bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5823626741024563310</id><published>2012-01-15T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:59:19.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Oh my dear buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;PY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;3TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;BIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;THD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;TO Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;PY A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;NNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;VER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;SAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; TOO. ^_^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Sam,&lt;br /&gt;
You are 23 now. I am glad to know you reach this age surrounded by so much loves. The love from your family, your special one, Pororo, your other friends and the love from the four of us too of course. We have known each other since our&amp;nbsp;kindergarten times and we become best friend since we were at standard one. There are a lot of things I wanna tell you but for now, this much I could say, having you as my best friend is one of the most great things ever happen in my life. Happy Birthday my dear, may the future bring the best for you and your life. I love you bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : Little bit emotional *lap2 hingus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5823626741024563310?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5823626741024563310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5823626741024563310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5823626741024563310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5823626741024563310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-my-dear-buddy.html' title='Oh my dear buddy'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Naoh-pEpcvg/TxL45s67AXI/AAAAAAAABRc/SmUPoVazKac/s72-c/381856_309337365769733_100000804162196_777379_2085268875_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4884559672336643167</id><published>2012-01-15T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:05:14.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>kenapa bersedih dengan perkara kecil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found this in my draft and I was about to delete it because this is from few months ago but I can't help but to publish this because of my Cho. Kehkehkeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*mood gedik turn on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, maybe malam ni 1 entry lagi for my best friend. Just wait and see if yours truly ni rajin. Hehe. Ok, bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Siapa sayang saya mesti perasan saya yang suka perasan orang sayang saya ni suka letak tajuk panjang-panjang untuk setiap entry lately. Hahaha. Paham ke tak ayat tu? Cakap pasal perasan, ada sorang lagi suka perasan. Tak tau la dia yang terikut-ikut dengan perangai saya ke saya yang terjebak dengan perangai dia ke or chemistry kitorang yang kuat sangat. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bukan nak cerita pasal Mr. Cho ni sebenarnya. Tengah memenuhkan laptop dengan games sebenarnya. Lepas tu bila disc almost full mula la menggelabah delete balik games tu. Apa maknyanya kau download games banyak-banyak Nurul? -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nak masukkan... Eh, kejap game dah habes download. Lepas ni sambung balik kalau rajin ok. Nak upload pic sebenarnya. Takut terdelete jugak bila dah menggelabah disc penuh nanti. Bijak tak simpan pics dalam blog? Kihkihkih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Agak mencabar minda jugak game tu tapi grafik pulak tak lawa. Sobs. Baiklah, mari buat backup file untuk pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Perempuan sayap kecil itu menggerakkan sayapnya yang luka, berkali-kali. Akhirnya dia terbang ke langit yang biru. Langit yang luas."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lelaki di hadapanku itu tersenyum dan ketawa seusai aku menghabiskan dongeng yang kureka itu. Matanya ikut tersenyum dan memancarkan sinar cinta dari hujung matanya. Tapi entah mengapa aku tidak punya hati untuk membalas senyumannya itu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mana mungkin sayap yang kecil dan luka membawa sesiapa ke langit."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kenapa tidak?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Logik akal." ujar lelaki itu acuh tidak acuh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Hanya kerana itu, perempuan sayap putih tidak akan pernah ke langit?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Jika dapat pun, tidak bertahan lama. Pasti jatuh."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Tetapi bagaimana jika apa yang diperlukan untuk terbang ke langit hanyalah keinginannya sendiri. Bukan kerana sayapnya yang kecil. Bagaimana jika selama ini,"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sesuatu merantainya di bumi, begitu?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Ya. Bagaimana jika dia sebenarnya memberi ruang."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kepada siapa?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Seseorang."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Perempuan sayap kecil itu bodoh."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sebab?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Membiarkan sayapnya yang kecil terdera kerana sesorang."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mungkin. Tetapi seseorang itu pun bodoh. Bahkan kejam."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sebab?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Pura-pura tidak memahami kebodohan perempuan sayap kecil itu." Lelaki di hadapanku ketawa berdekah-dekah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kaubercakap &amp;nbsp;seperti kaulah perempuan&amp;nbsp;sayap kecil itu."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Dan kaubercakap seperti kaulah seseorang itu."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mungkin. Tetapi aku lebih suka jika diberi nama."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kalaulah aku perempuan sayap kecil."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku lelaki sayap putih."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mesti putih?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Ya. Aku mahu jadi seperti awan. Bebas. Tidak terikat." Ombak menderu bersama datangnya angin. Sekuat deru di hatiku. Buih-buih di gigi ombak tersenyum. Pasir-pasir berbisik. Mentertawakan kita. Kau seperti membaca sesuatu di mataku seketika itu, lantas membina sebuah istana pasir. Paling indah pernah kulihat. Kau menghiburkan aku seperti yang selalu kau buat, bila menangkap sesuatu di mataku. Tetapi aku tidak pernah melihat kau bersungguh-sungguh seperti saat ini. Apakah kau sedang melengahkan aku? Mungkin. Mungkin kita telah tahu. Waktunya hampir tiba. Tetapi aku tetap memberitahu diriku. Aku tersilap. Aku perlu memberi kau ruang. Terus memberi kau lebih ruang. Walaupun di hatiku terdetik kepastian itu. Walaupun telah berkali-kali aku merasakan kepastian itu.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mengapa lelaki sayap putih merasakan perempuan sayap kecil akan mengikatnya?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mengapa tidak?" Lelaki itu memandangku.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kau fikir perempuan sayap kecil suka terikat?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sukakah kau?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Jika mahu terikat, kau fikir kenapa aku mahu ke langit biru?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku tidak pernah terfikir."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku pun begitu."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sungguh?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku serius."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Bukan untuk bebas?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Pun tidak."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Tidak mahu menggapai awan?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Tidak pernah terfikir."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Lalu mengapa mahu terbang?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Entah. Logik akal, mungkin. Kau tak mahu?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Terbang?" Kau tertawa terbahak-bahak seusai berkata-kata. Kau lelaki yang suka ketawa dan aku pun tertawa. Membuatkan buih-buih dan pasir merasa malu melihat kebodohan kita. Dua si bodoh yang berlari seperti landasan kereta api yang selari. Memilih untuk tidak bertemu sehingga ke penghujungnya. Tidak akan pernah terikat. Hanya akan terus berlari ke arah yang sama. Destinasi yang sama. Persoalannya, berapa lamakah kita akan terus berlari? Dan bagaimana jika ada yang memili untuk terlebih dulu berhenti?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Perempuan sayap kecil itu, kau rasa kenapa dia masih memberi ruang kepada lelaki sayap putih?" Sekali lagi lelaki itu memandangku.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sebab dia bodoh," gumamku.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku serius."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Perlukah ada sebab?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kau rasa?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Jadi kenapa kau bersama aku?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kerana kau perempuan sayap kecil. Kau selalu ada."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Bukan kerana aku bodoh?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Bukan."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Jika aku bukan perempuan sayap kecil?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku bukan lelaki sayap putih. Ceritanya mungkin berbeza."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Perlukah cinta bersebab?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Lelaki sayap putih hanya mahukan kepastian."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mengharap kepastian yang dia sendiri tidak pernah tunjukkan?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kau menangis?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Tidak. Lihat itu, istana pasirmu. Hampir roboh ditiup angin. Pasirnya masuk ke mataku." Kauberlari menyelamatkan istana pasir itu. Dan seketika itu hijab yang menutupi pandangan seperti disingkapkan deru angin yang bertiup kasar. Buat seketika aku melihat kepastian yang selama ini terdetik di hati dan berkali-kali kunafikan. Aku kini melihat perempuan sayap kecil yang sebenar seperti terawang-awang di atas pasir pantai yang putih nan halus. Tangannya yang pucat kulihat memutuskan tali sehalus jaring labah-labah yang merantai sayapnya yang luka buat sekian lama. Dikibarkan sayapnya yang kecil dan luka itu. Dia menggerakkannya berkali-kali. Semakin digerakkan sayapnya menjadi semakin kuat. Dia, kulihat bukan lagi perempuan sayap kecil yang sama. Bukan lagi perempuan yang selalu ada.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cengkerang yang bertebaran di dada pantai bertafakur sejenak saat deru angin menerbangkan pasir dari istana yang roboh. Ketika itu kulihat perempuan sayap kecil itu melemparkan senyum. Buat seketika kami saling bertukar pandang. Kemudian dia mendongak ke arah langit yang luas dan aku hanya mampu melihat tubuhnya yang ringan melakar angkasa yang luas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aku menghampiri lelaki itu, lelaki sayap putih yang kini memerhatikan longgokan pasir di hujung kakinya penuh sebak. Berdiri di sisinya. Sejenak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Aku mencintaimu," bisik lelakisayap putih, syahdu. Tanpa berpaling padaku. Tiba-tiba. Seketika aku tidak dapat menahan diri daripada tertawa.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kau mencintaiku atau perempuan sayap kecil itu?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Kedua-duanya." Buat pertama kali lelaki sayap putih menghulurkan tangannya. Aku menepis tangan itu dan berlari ke gigi air yang masin. Meninggalkan lelaki sayap putih yang terlambat, memegang sayapnya yang patah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5216973938127261369?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5216973938127261369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5216973938127261369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5216973938127261369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5216973938127261369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/01/perempuan-sayap-kecil.html' title='Perempuan Sayap Kecil'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1853512241479819103</id><published>2012-01-01T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:22:13.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>A Good Start</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I will never write any single entry for today. When other people busy wishing each other Happy New Year, I tried to not be cliche. Yup, I am weird that way. Sometimes I even think that I am Lord Voldemort who loves to be different but wanted other people to follow his rules. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR friends. May this year bring new light for us especially for those who need to build a new life in order to forget the past. You know who are you my dear. I know you are strong. Though I look strong but you are stronger than me actually.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough for the new year wishes. There is one person that cause me to write in here today. I start my morning to wish his brother Happy Birthday on my twitter. Then I remember him and found this on Youtube. He's one of addiction I can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's all for the first day of this new year. Till then. Keep smiling everyone ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1853512241479819103?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1853512241479819103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1853512241479819103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1853512241479819103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1853512241479819103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-start.html' title='A Good Start'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oO6XnUIScts/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6938544593288427451</id><published>2011-12-26T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T04:22:02.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>Little children</title><content type='html'>He is just like a little children. Like my Adam Hakimi. He make me laugh sometimes but he also can make me mad. He often curious about the same thing. Can make me secretly giggle with his question but he always exceed my patience limit when he ask too much. He will simply say sorry when I told him he make me annoyed. I bet he never knew I find him cute when he slowly retreat while keep saying sorry and thank you after my small lecture to him. Just like my Adam Hakimi said 'ala' when I forbid him from asking any question anymore.&amp;nbsp;I wonder when he will grow up. I always waiting the time when he will become a real gentleman. Perhaps that is the only time where I can share all my story with him. Joking and laughing like there is no&amp;nbsp;boundary between us. I just wanna be a friend that he could share his joke and show me the normal him like he do with his family and other friends. Not the weird scary creature in him even I know everybody have that side in them. May you become a real man soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6938544593288427451?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6938544593288427451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6938544593288427451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6938544593288427451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6938544593288427451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-children.html' title='Little children'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6157461350437841844</id><published>2011-12-16T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:06:01.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Wordless. Priceless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrFhyCIPZZs/Turabs7pbgI/AAAAAAAABPk/c5QzvUJnbgs/s1600/Photo-0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrFhyCIPZZs/Turabs7pbgI/AAAAAAAABPk/c5QzvUJnbgs/s400/Photo-0021.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi wordless ke masalahnya? Hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6157461350437841844?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6157461350437841844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6157461350437841844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6157461350437841844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6157461350437841844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless-priceless.html' title='Wordless. Priceless.'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrFhyCIPZZs/Turabs7pbgI/AAAAAAAABPk/c5QzvUJnbgs/s72-c/Photo-0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6568640653251834442</id><published>2011-12-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:12:34.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Sorry for the inconvenient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs15/f/2007/004/7/d/Under_Construction_Sign_by_Iceman2032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs15/f/2007/004/7/d/Under_Construction_Sign_by_Iceman2032.jpg" /&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/8450693228648977244-6568640653251834442?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6568640653251834442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6568640653251834442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6568640653251834442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6568640653251834442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry-for-inconvenient.html' title='Sorry for the inconvenient'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-633454250548744680</id><published>2011-12-14T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:10:27.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>Your Words, The Sword to Kill Me</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember the time where I need you the most because I've been tired with my workload. I need someone to comfort me and the person in my mind was you. Only you. But I know I can't ask you to calm me down neither I can tell you to soothe me with your words because you are now far away. Very far away from me. So I stay quiet, I told myself, "It's okay sweetheart. This is just temporary. No, don't bother that someone. That someone have own life now". But I am a girl with tears. It just fell everytime I remembered you back then. Imagined how would it be if you were by my side at that time. I bet I was a little girl with lack of most everything especially strength.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now, I never thought you will do it. Calling me to escape from the pressure and stress you feel for a while. Now that you face what I faced. What should I feel? Perhaps it is not as much as what I experienced before but still, it drive you crazy. The second I read your text, that short sentence told me you were not in a good mood. I don't know why I can understand you that much. Perhaps because I've learned hard before. Despite of my heavy eye lid, I tried to make you talk about your problem but knowing you, you will not tell them to strangers. Then you stop the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly something pop up in my mind. My unconscious mind always give me trouble in the middle of the night and we will have big fight the moment I wake up in the morning. I ask you how. Then I thought you wouldn't answer but... You reply me but yes, you didn't answer me. Perhaps it was my fault. In fact, I know it was my fault but your words hurt me so much. That is so you. The person who can hurt me just by your action and words.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, what should I feel? Should I be happy that now you feel what I felt? Or must I burst out my anger and feel&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;for your harsh word? You always have this ability to make me have mix feeling. But I'm thankful for what had happened last night, after years of finding reason to hate you, now I found it. Thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite of my aching heart, I still want you to be happy. All the best for your present and future. May you live a happy life. I hope I won't let my guard down after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-633454250548744680?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/633454250548744680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=633454250548744680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/633454250548744680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/633454250548744680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-words.html' title='Your Words, The Sword to Kill Me'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-2888160219319086825</id><published>2011-12-08T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:06:26.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tb06KxwHZK0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Where are you at this moment? Can't you see my tired body? My aching heart is searching for you. It's calling out for you, crazily. My heart, my tears, the memories of you. Drop by drop they fall onto my chest. Though I cry and I cry, the memories won't erase. And again today, my empty heart is drenched with tears - ChoKyuhyun, Memories- &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-2888160219319086825?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/2888160219319086825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=2888160219319086825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2888160219319086825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2888160219319086825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tb06KxwHZK0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-860065641795829153</id><published>2011-11-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:20:09.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>ringtone adik pun lagi mature dari kakak</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Running Man punya pasal terus tersuka lagu ni. Comel sangat sampai terus tukar tone mesej sekali dengan call tone guna lagu ni. Hahaha. Ira punya ringtone pun lagi dewasa bunyinya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sini hujan lebat. Hihi. Dengar lagu fevret semasa sambil tulis blog sedap jugak. Tapi tak tau nak tulis apa tapi sebab rasa nak tulis so tulis jugak. Eh, baiklah dah malas nak tulis. Kthanksbye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, jangan amalkan sebut perkataan tak elok nanti jadi kebiasaan. Lepas tu bila melatah depan bakal mak mertua tiba-tiba terkeluar perkataan tak senonoh kan ke dah berkurang markah. Tapi bukan depan bakal mak mertua je kena jaga. Amboi mentang-mentang nak ambik hati beliau, depan beliau je la muka manis macam gula paling manis di dunia tapi depan orang lain perangai macam syaiton. Eh, syaiton tu pun perkataan yang tidak elok ye untuk digelarkan pada orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bersyukur sungguh dari kecik emak asyik marah kalau berbahasa kesat. Jangan kan nak mencarut. Bercakap 'aku engkau' dalam kalangan adik-beradik pun kena ugut. Kalau nak jadi hantu paku cakap la aku engkau macam tu. Sudahnya sampai sekarang guna panggilan Kakak, Angah, Ira dan Adik sahaja. Tapi lain rumah lain budayanya. Macam emak sendiri pun bercakap dengan abang beliau guna 'aku engkau' jugak. Bila ditanya, mesra katanya. Eh, eh, macam ketam jugak emak ni. Lain negeri pun lain bahasanya. Mungkin yang dianggap kesat oleh saya, sudah jadi kebiasaan buat mereka. Memahamilah jika begitu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bersyukur jugak kawan-kawan dari kecik sampai besar tiada yang mulut celupar ekstrim. Kawan-kawan baik sekarang pun macam tu. Marahkan orang walau macam mana pun, jarang sungguh nak memaki. Tapi kadang-kadang kalau hati rasa nak meletup, babi pun terkeluar lah. "Oink, oink aku tak salah", kate babi dengan muka sedih.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tadi bergayut lama dengan Ainul Fatihah. Rindu sungguh. Makin kurus katanya sebab rindukan saya. Hewhewhew. Tipu jelah. Tiba-tiba keluar cerita pasal sorang ni. Boleh tak nak carut sekali je? Bahabi. Dah ada girlfriend pun kau sibuk lah nak mengayat perempuan lain kan? Aku dengan kawan aku pulak tu. Kau tak tau ke kitorang best friend? Kot ye pun nak test market laku ke ke longkang ke tak payah la nak try kawan baik. Nak kate bangang, belajar tinggi jugak. Nak kate bodoh, agaknye ye la kot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eh, berbalik kepada Ainul Fatihah tadi. Eh, rahsia kerajaan banyak sangat susah nak cerita tapi lepas tu bukak balik mesej-mesej lama kat facebook menitik air mata berlari-lari anak ke bilik air dan ambil wuduk untuk solat Asar. Cis, dah sedih baru nak ingat tak solat Asar lagi. Busuk punya olang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Semoga saya, dia dan semua orang yang saya sayang menjadi hamba-Nya yang soleh dan solehah. Bukan yang hanya mencari Dia bila dalam kesempitan. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak gi mandi. Tata. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-2576386088606030377?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/2576386088606030377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=2576386088606030377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2576386088606030377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2576386088606030377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/11/carut-carutan-jangan-jadikan-amalan.html' title='carut carutan jangan jadikan amalan nanti jadi kebiasaan tak molek sungguh'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hOREkPq1aVQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4560720084276090368</id><published>2011-11-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:13:49.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><title type='text'>hari ni bosan tetapi hujan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang November, makanya seperti saban tahun Pantai Timur akan mengalami musim tengkujuh. Eh, macam karangan budak PMR kan? Baiklah, sambung. Saya suka hujan, rasanya dah berapa kali statement tersebut diulang tayang dalam blog ni. Tapi saya memang suka hujan. Lagi-lagi hujan lebat gila, kadang-kadang guruh tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emak saya cakap, tahun ni Terengganu di ramal banjir besar. Saya pun tak tahu betul ke yang emak saya cakap tu sebab family saya tak subscribe newspaper. Lagi suka baca paper online. Sekarang bagitau saya, macam mana dalam internet ada kertas surat khabar? Jadi sebab rasa kertas surat khabar berada dalam internet adalah tidak logik, lalu saya tak peduli untuk membacanya. Lagi pun tak tradisional lah baca paper online. Lalu saya hanya buka email, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube dan blog sahaja setiap hari. Dari situlah saya mendapat maklumat terbaru. Walaupun mungkin sikit daripada membaca surat khabar tapi cukuplah sebab kebiasaannya saya akan emo bila baca berita semasa. Itu akan memendekkan jangka hayat saya. Tak baguslah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pasal banjir tadi, saya syak emak saya mendapat perkhabaran tersebut melalui radio. Setiap hari di tempat kerja pun dia mendengar radio. Takkan nak tengok tv pulak. Karang satu kerja pun tak jadi. Radio Malaysia Terengganu pulak tu. Setiap kali saya menolong dia pun mesti bergaduh berebut channel radio. Kadang-kadang saya ugut dia kalau tak nak bagi saya tukar channel, saya nak balik rumah je. Tak nak tolong dia lagi. Hahaha. Tapi sebab dia dah tahu, saya ni mulut je cakap nak balik, tapi tak balik sampai ke sudah lalu dia biarkan saya memuncungkan mulut sorang-sorang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cakap pasal tv, saya tak faham kenapa TV 3 still nak tayang sinetron Indon yang merepek nak mampus tu? Sungguh setiap kali tengok tv mesti saya emo sebab asyik-asyik cerita Indon lalu saya tutup tv. Cerita Melayu pun kadang-kadang merepek jugak. Ala macam orang selalu cakap la, cerita Melayu terlalu tipikal jalan ceritanya. Nora Elena yang menjadi kegemaran ramai tu pun saya hanya tonton separuh sahaja. Tak larat mahu habiskan. Sebab tu saya hanya menonton drama Korea, variety show Korea dan English series.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rumah saya tak ada astro macam rumah-rumah orang lain. Hari tu tv rosak tapi takde orang pun yang kisah kecuali ayah saya. Lalu dia membeli tv yang baru bagi menggantikan tv yang rosak itu. Malangnya bila dia sibuk tune kan tv,&amp;nbsp;semua buat tak peduli. Rasanya mesti tv baru ni tengah buat karangan Aku Sebuah Televisyen dengan jalan cerita yang sadis, sedih dan pedih. Padan muka dia. Adik-adik saya pun tak suka tengok tv. Disebabkan masing-masing ada netbook sendiri, makanya semua asyik mengadap internet sahaja. Tapi ketika ayah asyik bersungut kenapa tv ni susah sangat nak di tune, asyik kabur je saya dan adik saya sangat berharap akan terbuka pintu hati ayah untuk subscribe astro. Nanti bolehlah kami memaksa dia subscribe semua channel Korea yang ada. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Semalam saya berforum bersama-sama dengan kawan-kawan baik di Facebook. Cuma bertiga tapi saya terpaksa menutup mulut dengan selimut agar ketawa saya tidak didengar oleh ayah. Petang semalam ketika menonton Running Man, saya ditegur oleh beliau supaya tidak ketawa seperti pontianak. Sentap hati mak nak -_-". Salah saya kah Running Man itu kelakar? Saya berharap Malaysia pun akan ada rancangan seperti itu. Tapi artis Malaysia takkan mampu sebab mereka kan suka control ayu dan macho. Berbalik kepada forum tadi. Biasalah bila kawan baik berjumpa. Walaupun hanya secara maya, bila tiga kepala menjadi satu, bukankah ia kedengaran menakutkan? Macam-macam yang kami bincangkan. Eh, bincangkan? Umpatkan sebenarnya. Lepas tu kantoi dengan Ira. Dia menggunakan laptop saya untuk mengulangkaji pelajaran lalu kerana saya seorang kakak yang baik, saya pun mengalah menggunakan netbooknya yang kecil lagi lambat loading tapi malangnya saya terlupa mahu sign out Facebook di laptop sebelum sambung mengumpat di netbook lalu sepanjang conversation itu, Ira baca lalu menyedari bahawa kami sedang mengumpat budak seangkatan dengannya. Kau tengok, dengan budak form 5 pun kitorang boleh tak puas hati. Childish bukan? Tapiw jangan lew salahkan kamiw, sebab merekew sangat annoying menaip sepertiew iniew, jadiew kamiew terasew terpanggil untuk mengupas kelakuan tersebut. Hewhewhew.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Kembali menjadi perempuan berusia 22 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sebenarnya dah lupa main topic nak cakap ape tadi jadi better stop merepek sekarang sebelum semua cerita annoying keluar. Oh, btw tak sabar menunggu Disember. Harap-harap semuanya baik sahaja ^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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Till then, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4560720084276090368?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4560720084276090368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4560720084276090368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4560720084276090368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4560720084276090368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/11/hari-ni-bosan-tetapi-hujan.html' title='hari ni bosan tetapi hujan'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8452164764197451619</id><published>2011-11-15T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T03:14:41.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>Hati</title><content type='html'>Bila berbicara tentang Hati, saya jadi penat. Hati saya makin keras, degil, bermaharajalela ingin menguasai semua. Saya bayangkan Hati sebagai kanak-kanak naif yang kini sedang membesar sebagai remaja. Memberontak sehingga buat Otak terpaksa mengalah, Tubuh pun menunduk patuh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sungguh saya benci Hati saya yang sekarang. Kotor, mudah benar berprasangka buruk pada yang disekeliling. Selalu bila tersedar, bagai nak gila saya minta pada DIA, bersihkan Hati saya. Jadikan dia suci seperti dulu tapi saya tahu, seperti kain putih yang terendam lama di dalam lumpur, ianya takkan sesuci dulu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Berada di dalam gelap, di ruang tamu meninggalkan katil pada pukul 3.00 pagi, ini semua kerana menurut kata hati. 3 hari, setiap malam sebelum tidur saya arahkan Otak menjaga Hati. Jangan biar dia lepas bebas membuat sesuka hatinya. Terbuka mata di awal pagi, saya ucap terima kasih padanya kerana patuh. Kerana beri saya rasa kemenangan. Biarlah lawan itu tidak tahu saya sedang bertarung dengannya. Dia tidak perlu tahu kerana hakikatnya bukan dia lawan yang sebenar. Hati saya adalah musuh saya sekarang. Hari ini saya gagal pertahankan kemenangan 3 hari itu. Rasa benci pada Hati meluap-luap.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saya mahu menangis. Biar tsunami pun mata ini, saya tak kisah. Tapi Hati yang keras, mahu saya terseksa lagi langsung menahan empangan. Berkelip-kelip mata memandang skrin, sesak nafas bila Hati menahan lagi. Kasihan Otak. Kerana adik yang gila kuasa, dia diam-diam mengalah. Selalu dipujuk sampai lemak jadinya. Dulu, kata Hati senang di rasa, dipujuk-pujuk elok lah dia. Tapi sekarang, licik. Langsung tak dijangka.&lt;br /&gt;
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Penat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8452164764197451619?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8452164764197451619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8452164764197451619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8452164764197451619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8452164764197451619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/11/hati.html' title='Hati'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1956094263824038316</id><published>2011-11-14T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:08:18.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>All men are the same... All of them are wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;WARNING : As most of my entries lately, this is about a man. My obsession and the one who can make me laugh&amp;nbsp;hysterically sometimes. So beware especially to my nee, ready to deal with what you called my-overdose-obsession ^______^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309888_250357068354190_217972814925949_767781_2008655031_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309888_250357068354190_217972814925949_767781_2008655031_n.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is his handwriting. Yes, he can write hangul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Translation (credit to the translator)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P/S : The colours words are written by me. I'm sorry if they are annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To cute Minseo's Yeonju &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;[oppa, you should write to cute Nurul instead of Yeonju ^^]&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, Yeonju~ I'm 25 years old idol oppa... Do you believe in destiny? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;[Nod nod head]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I read your letter full of your love to Minseo by accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seeing 17 years old pure young girl's letter, I'm also get excited..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;.[Me also get excited to see your handwriting ^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry for reading your letter, but it is all because oppa is worried about little sister. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;[It's ok because at least it caught your attention ^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have known that the two of you have been together for a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You want to become a campus copule after you finish high school and go to a same collage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is really wrong I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All men are the same.. They are wolves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;[Nod, nod head again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that young fellow Minseo is also a beast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So you should only believe in oppa...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;[oppa, but you are also a man so why I should believe you? -_-"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If Minseo asks you to go somewhere only by you two or go on a 2 days 1 night trip, if he says so, I can know wht he is thinking about in his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't stay the night together before you are adults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And if you drink with guys, later (when you are adult), if they ask you to drink, and they let you drink some beverage with alcohol, you can just scold them, because they are all bad guys!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; [Nod nod head]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I hope you can have a happy love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;[I'll be happy as long as oppa with me ^^]&lt;/span&gt;. Now you should not go too deep with a guy. Though you can just laugh and say you don't care but you will regret for it afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oppa will be back at that time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;[Please come back again oppa].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will be back!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; [Yes, please. I'll be waiting for you ^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S : Yeonju ya, not&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;“도데체”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;it should be&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;”도대체”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sempat lagi tu betulkan surat orang. Hahaha. I told you before this might be cheesy to the state you can vomit last week punya sisa makanan. Ooohh yuck. But I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, this is him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lB4nGYryB-w/TsEJyA_FFRI/AAAAAAAABMw/PczpgthrGmg/s1600/319997_245068945549669_217972814925949_749511_1570272377_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lB4nGYryB-w/TsEJyA_FFRI/AAAAAAAABMw/PczpgthrGmg/s400/319997_245068945549669_217972814925949_749511_1570272377_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at his innocent face. Who can believe he could write such adorable letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Got to go now. Till then, take care ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Disebabkan dari tadi asyik teringat mimpi tu. Lepas tu macam geram kat umi yang sibuk suruh orang bangun. Hahaha. Dah pukul 9 pun kau tak nak bangun lagi ye Nurul? Memang dasar. Eh, kena taip cepat-cepat sebelum umi balik rumah. Nanti dia bising tengok baju tak berjemur dan etc. See, I banyak kerja tau kat rumah ni. So nak dipendekkan cerita pagi tadi mimpi ada sorang tu kite suke dia tau lepas tu dia buat tak tau je tapi sebenarnya dia suka kita jugak. Hewhewhew. Lepas tu dia jeles tengok kite borak ngan laki lain. Gediks tau uols yours truly ni. Hahaha. Rase macam nak lempang diri sendiri sebab suka lebih-lebih padahal tu mimpi je. So &amp;nbsp;sape la kan jejaka yang jual mahal tu. Lastik hidung guna rubber band baru tau biar merah je hidung mancung plastic surgery tu. Ce teka, ce teka. Heheh. Dah la buat cerita merapu. Orang baca pun dah cukup baik dah. Ni nak suruh teka pula. Banyak cengkadak pulak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baiklah. Presenting. The man of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sibuk main The Sims pulak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFceUfBqR5E/Tcnz_Ja3mhI/AAAAAAAABVE/cyYilv_p6A0/s1600/lee-min-ho-City-Hunter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFceUfBqR5E/Tcnz_Ja3mhI/AAAAAAAABVE/cyYilv_p6A0/s400/lee-min-ho-City-Hunter.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kihkihkih. Orang lain yang tengok City Hunter, orang lain pulak yang terbawak sampai dalam mimpi.&amp;nbsp;Ni semua Ira punya pasal. Dah nak exam pun sibuk tengok drama jugak. Tak pasal-pasal kakak dia join sekali tengok untuk kali ke 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.allkpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/20110619_lee_minho_cityhunter_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://static.allkpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/20110619_lee_minho_cityhunter_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyonyo. Muka jeles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ada tak orang Malaysia muka camni? Mesti takde kan? Ke ade? Kalau ade jom kite kapel. Kahkahkah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baiklah terpaksa stop sekarang. Nak pegi &lt;strike&gt;munasabah&lt;/strike&gt; muhasabah diri jap supaya berpijak di bumi yang nyata. Memang takde Lee Min Ho dekat Malaysia ni.[edit atas permintaan Suhaila Omar. Hahaha]&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sila tukar taste kepada jejaka Melayu asli kalau tak nak jadi andartu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -_-"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-3629074041238753842?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/3629074041238753842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=3629074041238753842&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3629074041238753842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3629074041238753842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/11/mimpi-semalam.html' title='mimpi semalam'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFceUfBqR5E/Tcnz_Ja3mhI/AAAAAAAABVE/cyYilv_p6A0/s72-c/lee-min-ho-City-Hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1693137465957939089</id><published>2011-11-06T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:15:10.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>sooo in love with......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDPh_l80icI/TrVfGuhTfgI/AAAAAAAABLw/6OYR2Mvaqh4/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDPh_l80icI/TrVfGuhTfgI/AAAAAAAABLw/6OYR2Mvaqh4/s400/cats.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
my current Chrome theme ^_____^. Ah why I love this person so much?&lt;br /&gt;
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Haven't write proper entry for a long time. Being a woman with career..... pftttt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hahaha. Poyolah wanita bekerjaya konon. Tapi seriously life memang macam tu sekarang. Siang pegi kerja, bila balik rumah nak online pun tak semangat. Tengok pakaian kotor dalam bakul dah lemah semangat. Tengok dapur tak berkemas, kus semangat. Tengok sampah banyak kat lantai dan tong sampah terus hilang semangat. Selalu kalau dah hilang semangat, benda paling senang nak dibuat ialah mengadap laptop tengok drama Japan. Hihihi. Nasib baik la takde husband yang nak dijaga kalau tak mau husband suruh resign je.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eh, memang dah nak resign pun. Hihihi lagi. Sayang sebenarnya nak tinggal tempat tu. Mane nak cari workplace yang buat kita rasa macam family sendiri. Since I'm the youngest so no one ever called me kakak. Hahaha. Patut la budak Nurul ni suka sangat kan. Asyik jadi kak long je, bosan lah. But for some reasons, I made up my mind to just resign. Bak kata pepatah, sayang isteri tinggal-tinggalkan. Walaupun takde kaitan tapi sila lah buat-buat paham. Macam kata Kak Tiha and Kak Ngah, Nurul ni makin dekat nak berhenti makin bising pulak. Hehehe. Told them before, dengan orang yang tak kenal memang saya sangat-sangat pendiam orangnya. Tapi once dah rasa selesa, kau jangan harap nak tengok budak Nurul ni diam. Tadi pun Kak Ngah siap suruh buat record, jangan bercakap sehari suntuk tapi tak sampai 2 minit kot tak boleh tahan terus tergelak-gelak. Haih, kerja tak serius langsung.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ape lagi ye. Oooh, banyak rancangan dalam kepala tapi terpaksa diamkan sementara waktu disebabkan kekangan-kekangan tertentu. Apsal rase macam hebat pulak BM haku malam ni? Hahaha. Actually tengah tunggu The Sims loading. Tu la kerjanya sampai takde masa nak update belog. Baca blog orang tu sempat tapi tang nak komen tu yang payah sikit sebab asik busy dengan The Sims. Hehehe. Tengok Mija dah makin maju sekarang, macam nak lawan tokey je so terpaksa main jugak walaupun internet macam siput bahagia melawan arus air terjun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Haa, salah satu tujuan update belog ni just nak share somethings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1- Perempuan cantik.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Selalu kalau terpandang perempuan cantik, mesti dalam hati puji cantiknya dia and disebabkan saya ni jenis mulut tak boleh diam, lepas tu nak kecoh dengan kawan kat sebelah dengan ayat, "Cantik kan dia tu". No, I'm not the kind yang takkan mengaku someone tu cantik kalau betul die memang cantik. Hari tu ada sorang customer ni. Maybe dia lagi muda dari saya kot. Tinggi, kulit licin putih melepak pulak tu, dia pakai tudung besar. Kira menutup aurat complete la semua. Bercakap pun memang sopan sangat. Dalam hati cakap mesti ramai yang masuk meminang budak ni. Hehehe. Layan dia walaupun agak lama tapi sebab dia macam tu so rasa macam it's ok take your time because I'm very pleased to entertain you. Tu contoh perempuan cantik luar dan dalam. Kalau yang pesen cantik luar je. Pandang luar memang la macam model muslimah tapi sekali tengok attitude peh, boleh hilang sabar. Tau la lawa tapi tak payah nak buat muka kerek macam mintak makan selipar jepun gulai. Tu satu hal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ni ada cerita fresh. Baru siang tadi jadi. Kitorang sekarang suka bebeno la makan nasi kukus kat satu gerai ni. Abang tu pun dah muak tiap-tiap hari tengok muka kitorang je menebeng kat gerai dia. Siap ambik nombor telefon dia lagi mane la tau ada hari-hari bajet diva sikit boleh request delivery. Hehehe. Standard nasi kukus kat gerai la dorang bagi customer pilih ayam part yang dorang nak. Time tu saya sampai dulu dah pilih ayam semua letak tepi sikit then suddenly datang dua orang akak ni. Gaya macam kerja kedai optometris depan tu je. Heels 4 inch kau. Blusher hambek macam dia tenyeh dengan lipstik scarlet. Dah la pakai pencil long skirt tu kan dengan kemeja kuning nyah nye kau tetiba datang potong que dengan bahagia macam semut hilang sesungut lepas tu dah tak tau arah so suka hati je langgar kawan dia yang tengah angkut kepala lipas nak bawak balik sarang. Then dengan bahagia jugak dia tibai kepak ayam I masuk dalam plastik, ikat-ikat lepas tu cakap kat abang tu nak ape entah. I yang kat sebelah dah tecengang pandang dia. Tak tau la hormon mane yang terlebih hari ni asyik nak naik angin je dengan orang, maka dengan jahatnya doa semoga dia jatuh tertonggeng kat celah akar pokok yang berselirat tu. Malangnya dia tak jatuh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2 - Lelaki + Perempuan = Best friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe sebab I jenis tak pernah rapat dengan kawan laki. Kalau berkawan pun just macam hai hoi bye macam tu je takde nak bertempuk tampar lempang sepak terajang except for my ex-boyfriend yang tu kes lain lah eh apehal tetiba keluar ex-bf pulak ni? Baiklah nak dipendekkan cerita sebagai seorang manusia yang agak geli geleman dengan perkataan BFF. No, bukan I takde best friends. Ade. In fact I love them all. Tapi kurang berkenan dengan perkataan 'forever' kat belakang tu. So bile ade lelaki yang cakap, "Kitekan kan BFF", takpun "Miss you lah". Don't get those sentences wrong because I know this guy. He really only wanted to be friend with me but as someone who never had a male best friend before, I find it is actually odd. I don't know, before this I think having a male best friend will be fun. You can share things you can't share with your female best friends. But come to think, hey what were things I never shared with my best friends? Nothing. Nada. So a male best friend is neither a wants nor a needs for me. No&amp;nbsp;offense&amp;nbsp;readers, semua orang pun ada pendapat masing-masing. I didn't say male and female can't be best friend.&amp;nbsp;One of my best friend also got male best friend I think. So really, no offense. Right Nee *wink.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tak nak cerita lebih-lebih la. Karang ade yang kecik hati. Eh, cakap pasal kecik hati pulak. Kadang-kadang susah nak jaga hati orang bila hati sendiri pun tak terjaga. Dulu memang mungkin masih naif. Kihkihkih. So prefer jaga hati orang dari hati sendiri. Tapi sekarang sebab dah matang sikit, jaga hati sendiri dulu sebelum jaga hati orang lain. Dah pandai jadi selfish, dah tak pandai nak hipokrit sangat. Kalau dulu, tak suka macam mana pun orang lain takkan perasan. Sekarang jangan harap la. Tak suka, diri sendiri tak sedar tapi orang yang baru kenal pun boleh nampak tak suka tu. Eh, paham ke tak ni? Kalau tak paham bagus. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak upload gambar sebenarnya tapi malas pulak nak bukak memory card ni. Bluetooth laptop pulak apekes entah tak boleh guna. Mak menyampah tau nyah. So good night. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKeeWI7eYI/TqsF5CvycjI/AAAAAAAABI4/N8lehETE8iM/s1600/Photo-0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKeeWI7eYI/TqsF5CvycjI/AAAAAAAABI4/N8lehETE8iM/s400/Photo-0203.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Menggedik dalam train after dengan senang hati decline 1 job offer. Bag kuning adalah highlight sebenarnya. Bag baru tu weh. Senang hati juga dapat borong tiga bag tanpa rasa bersalah. Seronoknya jadi perempuan. Hihihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mama harap anak lelaki mama baik macam Abang Iman dan Hariz ^__^&lt;br /&gt;
Penyabar macam mama. Penyayang macam papa.&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : can't wait to go back home. 7 days more.&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s/s : post takde kene mengene dengan situasi penulis. kihkihkih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-858285628102342182?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/858285628102342182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=858285628102342182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/858285628102342182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/858285628102342182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/10/harapan-mama.html' title='harapan mama'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5167021575152012927</id><published>2011-10-19T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:23:29.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>私はここにいるよ</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZLleo1_hFto" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Baby boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I won't go anywhere, I'll be waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You know that I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;And that's why you don't need yo worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;No matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;how far apart we are,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;My love won't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;I'm waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Me, so clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;And you, far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;With me still unable to tell you how I felt, you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Now you remain only in my album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;These days we can only meet via the airwaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;But I can't see your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Your warmth, the smell of your hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;As the days went by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;My thirst for you was unquenched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;And I searched desperately for a trace of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;On the road I often walked down with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;The only sound now is my footsteps.&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;But enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Are you eating properly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Dammit, I just can't say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I'll send you another letter from me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I saw you on the sand dunes in Kamakura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;The words I wanted to say were swallowed uo in the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;This is really painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I'm a guy so why won't the words come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;When I was at karaoke with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;The words to the song I picked were on the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;The truth was, I wanted to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;The day we got together, just the two of us for the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;We played around like we met by chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I wanted to say, "I can't forget your smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;But I got pretty off-topic huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;You get what I want to say, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Shit, Ive run out of space to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Sorry, next time I'll definitely send it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No wonder I keep repeating this song ^^&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/8450693228648977244-5167021575152012927?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5167021575152012927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5167021575152012927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5167021575152012927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5167021575152012927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lie.&amp;nbsp;We both are liars.&amp;nbsp;Our relationship is strange.&amp;nbsp;Weird in many ways.&amp;nbsp;Because it is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;A LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5558607136592885529?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5558607136592885529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5558607136592885529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5558607136592885529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Nothing actually but when I wrote that sentence to reply my sister's comment on Facebook, it remind me about someone who used to use the sentence not so long time ago =')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6522867872558500019?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6522867872558500019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6522867872558500019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6522867872558500019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6522867872558500019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/10/kedekut-haji-bakhil-taik-hidung-masin.html' title='kedekut haji bakhil taik hidung masin tangkai jering'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1827695149667393540</id><published>2011-09-29T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T02:35:34.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Malas sebenarnya tapi atas permintaan, ku turutkan jua. Permintaan sape entah. Kihkihkih. Presenting the pictures. Taraaaa. Tapi tak arrange in order la tapi still akan di organize ikut days la kot. Ok, taraaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Eh kejap.&lt;br /&gt;
Caution : This entry may contain a lot of pictures that will harm your eyes. Read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Konon Pre-Konvo 1 (time ambik robe)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KMLUTa-1U/ToNbDhC2iSI/AAAAAAAABGE/0GWzY8m-maU/s1600/DSC00791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KMLUTa-1U/ToNbDhC2iSI/AAAAAAAABGE/0GWzY8m-maU/s400/DSC00791.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Zie. Letak pic Zie dulu sebab bila check balik tiba-tiba tengok pic dengan Zie time hari konvo dah hilang. Taraaaa *lately memang suka sebut word tu. Harap maaf kalau rasa annoying. Ni semua Luthfi punya pasal lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_M6bOfYRto/ToNdUalwktI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pUWJSH6Erls/s1600/DSC01628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_M6bOfYRto/ToNdUalwktI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pUWJSH6Erls/s400/DSC01628.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Cik In yang bagi baby cactus yang comel. Macam tau-tau je I need something to take care so that I can reduce my pressure level. Thanks Cik In. All the best for your master. Haha. Beria la buat ucapan kat sini padahal Cik In tak tau pun blog ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6_hf_kol1o/ToNd3-OtmZI/AAAAAAAABGU/vRkDIOtN2TE/s1600/DSC01627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6_hf_kol1o/ToNd3-OtmZI/AAAAAAAABGU/vRkDIOtN2TE/s400/DSC01627.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone yang dijumpai pada hari tersebut. Jangan ditanya kenapa robe I colour die laen. I ketua kelas, sebab tu lain sikit. T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I dah naik stage that day. Hihihi. Semangat tak semangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2UcRnw107s/ToNbZhZsa_I/AAAAAAAABGI/vXeURPb2tFs/s1600/DSC00827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2UcRnw107s/ToNbZhZsa_I/AAAAAAAABGI/vXeURPb2tFs/s400/DSC00827.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tunggu orang lain berborak sampai melepek atas tanah lepas tu konon nak merajuk sebab takde orang peduli tapi tiba-tiba nampak kamera terus senyum. Senang sungguh nak pujuk diri ini. Memang dasar camwhore -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfV7pthhSRM/ToNbzQiSFQI/AAAAAAAABGM/JaRmuB8AMnM/s1600/DSC00828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfV7pthhSRM/ToNbzQiSFQI/AAAAAAAABGM/JaRmuB8AMnM/s400/DSC00828.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sekali Zie and Ika pun join melepek atas tanah. Tapi bukan sebab merajuk tapi sebab pesen suka enterprem gambar. Hehehe. Kidding Zie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GLDL2WTSng/ToNipGvOUgI/AAAAAAAABGY/bWllEpBrPFs/s1600/22-09-2011_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GLDL2WTSng/ToNipGvOUgI/AAAAAAAABGY/bWllEpBrPFs/s400/22-09-2011_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Zie and Alia pulak. Letak banyak-banyak gambar Zie dengan harapan Zie belanja makan. Hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5QbkqAGvk4/ToNit9-soJI/AAAAAAAABGc/bVbSrjzwyGY/s1600/22-09-2011_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5QbkqAGvk4/ToNit9-soJI/AAAAAAAABGc/bVbSrjzwyGY/s400/22-09-2011_4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bukan kumpulan nasyid. Harap maklum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13MR8YXytcM/ToNixmBQgFI/AAAAAAAABGg/xrAcLGMX8k0/s1600/22-09-2011_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13MR8YXytcM/ToNixmBQgFI/AAAAAAAABGg/xrAcLGMX8k0/s400/22-09-2011_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sesuka hati baling topi ataupun nama saintifik beliau mortar board. Bukan mortar and pestle. Kau nak pecah kepala ke apa baling mortar and pestle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--d662Rci_Mc/ToNi1fOLdaI/AAAAAAAABGk/E_CeewPevCI/s1600/22-09-2011_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--d662Rci_Mc/ToNi1fOLdaI/AAAAAAAABGk/E_CeewPevCI/s400/22-09-2011_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Berlagak ayu depan gong. Ironically, gong in Terengganu means sombong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LYRJA56wpI/ToNjQXz8NxI/AAAAAAAABGo/P_2u3MG9XNU/s1600/DSC00837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LYRJA56wpI/ToNjQXz8NxI/AAAAAAAABGo/P_2u3MG9XNU/s400/DSC00837.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tak tau nak letak description ape. Ok next!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmLIqL99IXo/ToNjmJyFlmI/AAAAAAAABGs/FSBGcXfk4yE/s1600/DSC00841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmLIqL99IXo/ToNjmJyFlmI/AAAAAAAABGs/FSBGcXfk4yE/s400/DSC00841.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zie lagi. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be continued. Kthanksbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1827695149667393540?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1827695149667393540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1827695149667393540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1827695149667393540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1827695149667393540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KMLUTa-1U/ToNbDhC2iSI/AAAAAAAABGE/0GWzY8m-maU/s72-c/DSC00791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1239825235153688522</id><published>2011-09-27T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:55:36.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>pillow talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Just yesterday I was honoured with my very first degree. Why first? Jeng, jeng, jeng. Insyaallah one fine day I will. Ceh, ceh nak tunggu fine day jugak tu. Hehe. Tapi apa kata lari sikit daripada kebiasaan. Selalu orang lepas konvo mesti beria nak tempek gambar konvo. Mari ketepikan dulu cerita konvo. Tunggu ada mood yang hebat-hebat baru cerita tu pun kalau rajin lah. Tapi rasa nya akan ada.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sesungguhnya malas sungguh nak fikirkan ayat. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before my graduation day, my mum and mak cik were having a little chit chat since they haven't spent night with each other since.....emmm.....since the last hari raya we spent with my late grandfather. That was about 11 years ago. Other people fell asleep in the rooms except for my pakcik who just slept at the living room as he refuse to went upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sebagai anak sulung tapi manjanya ya ampun mengalahkan anak bongsu pantang tengok umi bersenang lenang dia pun mula la nak bergesel-gesel macam kucing, jadi adalah menjadi perkara wajib saya menyibuk pada sesi adik kakak itu. Kan dah jadi sesi adik, kakak dan si comel. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They talked and talked, sometimes with some interruption from a busy body budak but they keep talking. Until at one point, out of the blue they change their topic. "Discuss about Nurul Wahidah. Behaviour, soulmate and her future" [15 marks]. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahha ambik kau terdiam kat situ. Dengar je la dorang cakap. Kadang-kadang bila ditanya, jawab. Bila terberi fakta yang salah, betulkan. A fact about umi, bila dia berborak dengan makcik, everything came out from her mouth were very very sincere and honest. You know you can see in someone eyes when he/she being sincere right? So bila umi cakap pasal this one thing, I was a little bit shocked. I was like so that is what she think about that someone self and that someone family. And there was one word she kept repeat, 'BAIK'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh kejap ayah call.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, oh my. Bad news lagi. Video yang ayah record sepanjang dalam DECTAR tetiba ada yang hilang. Taraaa. Worse is my part pulak tu yang hilang. Penat je jalan terkedek-kedek atas stage dengan harapan dapat lihat lagi muka mungkin menggelebah, mungkin macam confident tu dikemudian hari ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1239825235153688522?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1239825235153688522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1239825235153688522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1239825235153688522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1239825235153688522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/pillow-talk.html' title='pillow talk'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPH9kMBRoNk/ToHVHfqilZI/AAAAAAAABGA/40sb8NFH9VY/s72-c/Photo-0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7291479643558501643</id><published>2011-09-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:29:36.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>Dua</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;
Hamba tahu dia yang hatinya pernah Kau isi dengan kasih sayang untuk hamba itu kini terisi lagi, mabuk lagi seperti dahulu. Kau peliharakanlah dia Ya Allah. Jangan Engkau sesatkan dia dari agamanya. Jangan Engkau lupakan dia tentang Mu. Kurniakan dia hidayah Mu, berikanlah dia kebahagiaan di dunia dan di akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ya Rahman,&lt;br /&gt;
Hanya Engkau yang Maha Mengetahui hati hamba Mu ini. Engkau yang berkuasa ke atas seluruh jasad dan hati ini. Hamba mohon pada Mu Ya Rahim, jika benar bukan tulang rusuk itu yang Engkau ambil untuk mencipta hamba dahulu, buangkanlah sayang dari dalam hati ini untuknya, luputkan dia dari ingatan hamba, jauhkan bayangannya dari hidup hamba Mu ini.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hanya Engkau yang Maha Mengetahui apa yang terbaik untuk setiap hamba Mu. Hamba mohon pada Mu, berikanlah hamba apa yang terbaik untuk diri ini.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saya tahu saya lemah. Tak pernah kuat bila dia yang saya hadapi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-7291479643558501643?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/7291479643558501643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=7291479643558501643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7291479643558501643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7291479643558501643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/dua.html' title='Dua'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7887915663783556796</id><published>2011-09-20T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T01:33:49.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nXJyU01-As/Tnd6XCONldI/AAAAAAAABF8/54vsKJw9Yqo/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nXJyU01-As/Tnd6XCONldI/AAAAAAAABF8/54vsKJw9Yqo/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-7887915663783556796?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/7887915663783556796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=7887915663783556796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7887915663783556796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7887915663783556796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nXJyU01-As/Tnd6XCONldI/AAAAAAAABF8/54vsKJw9Yqo/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5631190407060809928</id><published>2011-09-18T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:16:40.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><title type='text'>entry yang tiba-tiba</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Takde benda nak cerita pun tapi hari ni rasa happy melebih-lebih pulak. Well tu pun kalau ignore beberapa orang yang boleh buat mood bertukar daripada tersengih macam kerang busuk kepada masam macam ketiak. Kakakaka. Oh by the way tadi pegi UKM ambik robe. Cis robe la sangat. Jubah sudey. Jadi baiklah tadi pergi UKM ambik jubah konvo. Pukul 8.30 Faz dah mesej Ika cakap orang dah queue baek punye panjang kat lobi DECTAR tu. Hoi, kaunter bukak pukul 9.00 oii, apehal korang semangat sangat? Entah pukul berapa dorang keluar rumah agaknya. Yang dekat ni pun ada consider jugak pukul 9 baru nak bangun padahal semalam bukan maen plan nak pegi awal. Kehkehkeh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbel5tTuQvQ/TnTFIylQsmI/AAAAAAAABFs/brUZEeIJoR4/s1600/Photo-0005a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbel5tTuQvQ/TnTFIylQsmI/AAAAAAAABFs/brUZEeIJoR4/s400/Photo-0005a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ika and Zie yang kejap-kejap ke belakang kejap-kejap ke depan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hei I tido lewat semalam tahu. Melempiaskan &lt;strike&gt;hawanafsu&lt;/strike&gt; rindu pada adik-adik. Sampai 2 am mengekek depan laptop webcam dengan Ira and Iqa, shared stories. Lebih kepada merungut sebenarnya and comforted each other. How much I miss home. How much I miss fighting with them sampai terpaksa bergaduh secara virtual *rujuk gaya Luthfi dan kawannya bergaduh dalam video entry di bawah.&amp;nbsp;Pathetic juga di situ -_-" Tapi tu semua buat diri sendiri terfikir, how come I got such amazing siblings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzRunDi6OSU/TnTLDsi3ZAI/AAAAAAAABF4/ppSwvcG6Oxg/s1600/azizs.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzRunDi6OSU/TnTLDsi3ZAI/AAAAAAAABF4/ppSwvcG6Oxg/s400/azizs.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Azizs. Wallpaper since sebulan yang lepas. Baiklah sebelum orang ramai mengutuk dalam hati meh la saya dengan senang hati mengutuk diri sendiri. Edit macam budak kecik letak smiley bagai bajet cute ke apa lepas tu colour dah macam kunang-kunang terlebih power. Now, let's put a cherry on top of that. ADE AKU KISAH? *emo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5631190407060809928?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5631190407060809928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5631190407060809928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5631190407060809928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5631190407060809928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/entry-yang-tiba-tiba.html' title='entry yang tiba-tiba'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbel5tTuQvQ/TnTFIylQsmI/AAAAAAAABFs/brUZEeIJoR4/s72-c/Photo-0005a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6042847068929766774</id><published>2011-09-15T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:09:03.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>monalisasmile</title><content type='html'>When he smile, he really looks like his brother and without realized, I was smiling too. They are coming from the same parents but they are totally different? Though I don't really know him but I can tell he is modest, humble, simple and ordinary while his brother got very complex personality, immature and tricky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Luthfi post vid baru siot. Hahahaha. Baru nak melayan kesedihan hidup. Cancel aa camni. Tehee~&lt;br /&gt;
Sekarang bukan musim rasa sedih lepas tu nanges. Tak abang kawasan langsung la camtu. Trend sekarang, makin banyak fikir, makin banyak gelak. Buleh awet muda cenggitu. Tak payah pakai Olay lagi tapi SK II tetap dalam list. Kihkihkih. Baiklah, mari menonton Luthfi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R6WRij4PMhw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6042847068929766774?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6042847068929766774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6042847068929766774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6042847068929766774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6042847068929766774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/monalisasmile.html' title='monalisasmile'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R6WRij4PMhw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1506894096345589934</id><published>2011-09-13T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:33:19.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing is caring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>touched</title><content type='html'>A thought from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myamethyst-shea.com/2011/08/im-single-thank-you.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfd; color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to let ya’ll know, that the sole purpose for me to write this thing is out of my sincerity to share an experience from a close friend. I really don't mean to hurt any one in any way. Please forgive me if I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a friend, let me just call her Thea* not her real name. She's a bubbly girl, full of life and would never hurt a single soul if she could. Here's her story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year ago, when she was so anxious and kinda ready to get to know guys, there, this guy appeared in her life. Let's just call him Mr. B. She met him through a mutual friend, and from what I remember, the day he contacted her, via facebook, was the day that completely changed her life. For a year or so. Getting to know this Mr.B was something she truly cherished, as she really was quite unsure how they connected like mad crazy in just a week! They clicked in an instant after chatting together for hours in a couple of weeks. She met other guys too at that stage, but none of them was incomparable with the chemistry she had with Mr.B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They shared lotsa common interests and found out they hated and loved the same things in life. Their fears and dreams were like frighteningly the same!! He doesn't just finish her sentences, he already knew what she was gonna say and beat her to it! :P He respects her as a girl and for who she is and never judged her and her background at all. He gave her advices and calmed her down when she was in pain. He supported in everything that she did, and was her backbone to every bit of her success that she went through. He would practically come all the way to her house to surprise her (they live very far fyi) sometimes. They wanted to travel to the same places. They daydreamed of such beautiful stories that they themselves created and played along, they planned such amazing things to do together, shared songs that they both were mutually in love of too. Simply put, he was like the earphone to her iPod. Okay that was not a very good comparison. But you get the gist, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything was so unbelievably awe-inspiring. You know those fluttery feeling you get for a person? She gets it every time she's with him be it on the phone, or in person. She loved the way he cared for her, the slanted tone that he makes every time he calls her by her name, the way he was there for her through all of her good and bad times, he made her laugh so much at times she even cried in front of the pc while chatting with him I remember. She looked like a total doofus. Hehe. She questioned herself too, " How can this dude, actually let me let down my guard and gave him all of my trust to, so fast, despite that he wasn’t my type of guy at all and we barely knew each other". You know, when you sometimes have those ‘my-type-of-guy’ list that you hold on to. To her, he definitely wasn’t. He didn’t wear spectacles, he wasn’t spike-y haired, he smoked (that's her biggest NO NO) and he played the most boring sport ever—golf!! :P Love is very blinding you see! She automatically accepted his flaws that she'd normally disapprove of with other guys and figures that it's what inside that counts. And he was undoubtedly beautiful on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their friendship bloomed, he asked how her days were, they hung out, he taught her how to handle the dslr, while she taught him how to edit photos (they were crazy about photography and cameras), they exchanged gifts, exchanged CDs of love songs and love stories, they argued and made up the very next day, they constantly shared songs and lyrics, talked on the phone and chatted and skyped for long hours just like any ‘close friend’ would do. He was there for her, and she was there for him. He just inspires her in so many ways, and the connection they had was real I can tell. She was basically the honey and he was the bee. And I was happy for my dear friend cause she seems sooo happy at the moment... But... Not for long though…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She really didn’t know what went wrong. Was it her? Was it him? Was it timing? Was it another person? Or was she the other person? Was she not pretty enough? Many questions went through her mind. But sad to say, the thing she feared the most was that the friendship they had begin to eventually die. She cried herself to sleep at night for weeks because she misses this one particular person so bad, misses the tight friendship they once had, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She tried though. It just didn’t work I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came Ramadhan 2011, a perfect month for us Muslims to be closer to Allah, and improve ourselves towards our deen. So, yeah, I can fairly say, sometimes she still cry at nights&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*note: She's a total crybaby*&lt;/i&gt;, I asked her why, she told me only because she was ashamed, for crying over a guy for so many times. Whilst Allah was there for her all this while, she has been nothing but thinking of Mr.B everyday and crying for the guy!! She cried for the friendship that died. She cried for what they could've become but didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She told me, when she performs her solat, she'd made sure there was a dua for Mr. B at the very end of it. This is true I tell ya. She cared so much for this person, that she’d never once stop praying for his well-being in this world and the hereafter. The irony was, the more she’d pray for him, the more clearer Allah showed her, or made her come to a realisation that theres a reason to why their friendship died. He, the Almighty, was actually PROTECTING HER. He was protecting her from doing sinful things (like how most couples nowadays do-I don’t have to mention it here yeah? You guys can understand, right?) Now only she'd realize that everything happens for a reason, and she is very accepting of the fact that Mr. B and her are not close anymore. She doesn't cry for him nor think of him anymore too. That’s a big improvement for her I can say.. This is what I love about Ramadhans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*Pats on her back*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is more than happy in this current state, even though sometimes she told me she worries too about the future of her relationship status. All women do, right? To me, that’s just satan, whispering, to make her feel insecure. It's our relationship with Him, is what we all need to work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, when the time is right, the right man will sweep her off her feet along with a solemnisation certificate in hand. And at that moment, she will be the happiest girl in the world. Isn’t it amazing what you can do with your partner when everything is&lt;i&gt;halal&lt;/i&gt;? Teehee! When it’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;haram&lt;/i&gt;, everything just feels so wrong and full of guilt, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My point here is, to all you single girls, it's okay to be single. Do not fret, but instead, be thankful that Allah actually picked to protect YOU from the petty sins that we might do with boys (Flirt, holding hands etc). Your moment will soon arrive before you know it. =) And to you girls that already are in a relationship, do remember that you are also lucky to be having an another half to whom you wanna share your life with, I just hope you guys will ponder and change the way you and your partner’s way in a relationship. Remember, a blessed relationship begins with a clean plate. Imagine you're about to attend a buffet dinner, and there's this long line of delicious foods that awaits you. But then you go and pick a dirty plate for you to enjoy your entire meal. Yes, you can still eat, but wouldn't the rest of your eating journey then be very bland and urm, uninteresting? Had you chosen the cleaner plate, the buffet journey would be such a pleasing experience you would actually get later on. Gahhh! Me and my comparisons.. I do this a lot, but somehow not sure whether the message gets through or not.. Kikiki...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually work with Wardina Safiyyah (a Malaysian celebrity), and getting to know her personally, I really really am amazed at how she is now. Upon getting to know her now-husband, she never ever once held his hand before getting married together. That’s just one example I can tell you. I'm sure there are lots more that we don't know. Look at how blessed and filled with barakah her family is right now. Her eight year old daughter voluntarily wakes up by herself for Subuh prayers everyday!! Ya Allah! :’) When can we all have that..? :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With this post, I’ve attached a very insightful dua for us all (forgive me international readers, it's in Malay) that I forwarded to Thea too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Allah yang Maha Pemurah.. terima kasih Engkau telah menciptakan dia dan mempertemukan ku dengannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Terima kasih untuk saat-saat yang indah yang boleh kami nikmati bersama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Terima kasih untuk setiap pertemuan yang boleh kami lalui bersama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Terima kasih untuk setiap saat-saat yang lalu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Aku datang bersujud di hadapan-Mu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Sucikan hatiku Ya Allah, sehingga dapat melaksanakan kehendak dan rencana-Mu dalam hidupku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Ya Allah, jika aku bukan pemilik tulang rusuknya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Janganlah biarkan aku merindukan kehadirannya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Janganlah biarkan aku melabuhkan hatiku di hatinya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Kikislah pesonanya dari pelupuk mataku dan usirlah dia dari relung hatiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Gantikan damba kerinduan dan cinta yang bersemayam di dada ini dengan kasih dari dan pada-Mu yang tulus dan murni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Tolonglah agar aku dapat mengasihinya sebagai sahabat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Tetapi jika Kau ciptakan dia untukku, Ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Tolonglah satukan hati kami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Bantulah aku untuk mencintai, mengerti dan menerimanya seutuhnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Berikanku kesabaran, ketekunan dan kesungguhan untuk memenangi hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Urapilah dia agar dia juga mencintai, mengerti dan mahu menerimaku dengan segala kelebihan dan kekuranganku sebagaimana aku telah Engkau ciptakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Yakinkanlah dia bahawa aku sungguh-sungguh mencintai dan rela membagi suka dan dukaku dengannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Ya Allah yang Maha Pengasih, dengarlah doaku ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Lepaskanlah aku dari keraguan ini menurut kasih dan kehendak-Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Allah yang Maha Kekal, aku tahu Engkau sentiasa memberikan yang terbaik buatku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Luka dan keraguan yang aku alami pasti ada hikmahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Pergumulan ini mengajar aku untuk hidup makin dekat pada-Mu, untuk lebih peka terhadap suara-Mu yang membimbing aku menuju terang-Mu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Ajarlah aku untuk tetap setia dan sabar menanti tibanya waktu yang telah Engkau tentukan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Jadilah kehendak-Mu dan bukan kehendakku yang jadi dalam setiap bagian hidupku, Ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"&gt;Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1506894096345589934?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1506894096345589934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1506894096345589934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1506894096345589934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1506894096345589934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/touched.html' title='touched'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4314404435209756794</id><published>2011-09-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:59:10.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Angah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sila baca dengan past tense kecuali pada tempat yang dinyatakan sebab entry ni dah di draf awal-awal dalam henpon penulis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tak faham kenapa bila tengah jalan je idea mencurah-curah nak update belog tapi bile dah ngadap laptop, idea entah ke mana. Melangut tengok drama tak pun main The Sims kat Facebook. Ni tengok la rajin ke tak nak taip balik. Kalau rasa malas, takde la entry ni publish. Kalau ada tu makna nya rajin la. Hehe. Now tengah on the way balik Bangi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ceritanya tadi Angah call tanya saya pakai earphone apa. Dah pelik apsal budak ni tetiba tanya. Memang la dia dah hilangkan earphone saya. Sesuka hati dia bawak pergi kerja lepas tu hilangkan. Lepas tu bila orang tanya, dengan muka selamba tak bersalah dia jawab hilang. Haih. Tapi saya tak marah dia pun even dia memang patut kena marah tapi nak buat macam mana dah jenis susah nak marah. Lagi-lagi kalau saya sayang sangat orang tu, lagi la tak sampai hati nak marah. Lagi pun takde la kisah sangat earphone tu hilang, 10 hengget je pon bukan ori punye. Tapi just sekarang la kebosanan dalam bas, driver pegi bukak lagu dangdut pulak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sambung cerita balik. So saya pun tanya la kenapa dia tanya. Dia cakap dia kat kedai nak beli kan earphone saya. Kaedah nya kau nak kejar bas la dik nak antar earphone kakak kau? Dah nak tergelak dah ngan mamat sorang ni. Mane la saya tak layan dia macam budak kecik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lagi satu perangai dia, kalau dia kat luar lepas tu orang suruh dia beli pape. Lepas tu kalau rasa nak tambah order ke, nak cancel ke kau jangan harap. Kejap lagi die cakap, “Angah dah beli dah”. Macam hari tu umi suruh dia beli sate kat satu gerai tu. Call balik nak tambah order tapi dia cakap die dah sampai gerai tu tapi gerai tu tutup. Padahal tak sampai 5 minit Ira bagitau 1st order tadi. Dia punya laju tu memang dasat la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, sampai situ je past tense. Yang bawah ni baru taip sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baru lepas cakap dengan umi. Umi tanya pasal interview tadi lepas tu umi cerita pasal Angah pulak. Umi cakap Angah nak pos kan earphone yang dia belikan untuk saya tu. Dah tergelak besar dah. That’s my little brother punya perangai. Mula-mula cakap kat umi, suruh umi cakap kat dia tak payah la pos sebab baru tadi beli earphone baru. 10 hengget jugak, kaler pink siap ade Hello Kitty lagi. Hehe. Menyusahkan and nonsense jugak dia nak post benda alah tu kat sini. Lagi pun 2 minggu je lagi umi nak datang Bangi. Tapi dia cakap kat umi, umi pergi lambat lagi, kakak nak guna earphone ni. Bila umi cerita macam tu, dalam hati Tuhan je yang tau. No wonder dari kecik sampai besar, tiap kali rasa nak marah or termarah dia mesti rasa bersalah and menyesal sangat-sangat lepas tu. He’s my only little brother, he was my best friend for almost 12 years and he can be sweet without he realize what he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6VmIf-93Lk/TmtoYwl1snI/AAAAAAAABFk/l6tXVSK3T58/s1600/Photo-0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6VmIf-93Lk/TmtoYwl1snI/AAAAAAAABFk/l6tXVSK3T58/s400/Photo-0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earphone baru. Jakun dengan Hello Kitty tu padahal tak suka earphone jenis sumbat sampai tersumbat telinga camni. Heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then tiba-tiba terfikir satu lagi perangai dia. Dia macam ayah jugak, kalau beli pape kau jangan harap dia nak beli yang tak ori. Mesti nak ori jugak. Maybe dia punya prinsip pun macam ayah jugak, beli biar puas hati. So cepat-cepat tanya umi, dia beli yang ori ke yang biasa je. Umi cakap ori la, Angah mana pernah guna barang ciplak. Time tu jugak tukar fikiran balik nak suruh dia post. Hahaha. Keji kan perangai kakak Angah ni? Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztiWMLKRNpA/TmtsDY-eDpI/AAAAAAAABFo/DBootc0VCec/s1600/DSC02693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztiWMLKRNpA/TmtsDY-eDpI/AAAAAAAABFo/DBootc0VCec/s400/DSC02693.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pic curi henpon beliau. Hihi. But that is not my earphone. Pic taun bila entah ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Takde lah, memain je suruh dia post. Suruh umi je la bawak sini nanti kalau dah die nak ganti sangat. Lagipun dia tak boleh guna jugak sebab dia guna henpong Sony. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Angah : Kakak tak suruh Angah ganti pun. Tak kisah pun Angah hilangkan. Tapi geram tu ada la sikit. Lain kali be more &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;careful&lt;/span&gt;. Selamba badak je tinggal duit beratus-ratus atas almari macam tu je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4314404435209756794?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4314404435209756794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4314404435209756794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4314404435209756794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4314404435209756794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/angah.html' title='Angah'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6VmIf-93Lk/TmtoYwl1snI/AAAAAAAABFk/l6tXVSK3T58/s72-c/Photo-0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5447851668874986572</id><published>2011-09-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:39:54.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Belum terlambat lagi kan kalau nak ucap SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI. MAAF ZAHIR BATIN. Bak kata my littlest sister bila umi tak bagi dia pergi beraya lagi, " Syawal kan sebulan." dengan muka tak bersalah dia tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since Terengganu dah start beroperasi balik hari ni, I mean pekerja kerajaan dah kembali bekerja dan budak-budak sekolah dah kembali bersekolah so hari ni dah jadi anak tunggal balik. Ikut umi and ayah pergi settle kan hal kereta yang accident hari tu (nanti kalau rajin cerita lah) and settle kan hal-hal bank juge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aktiviti biasa kalau dah duduk sorang-sorang kat seat belakang tu ialah tengok plat kete orang lepas tu create word daripada huruf tu. Ala rasanya semua orang pun pernah buat.&lt;br /&gt;
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So plat of the day is :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WLU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-waklu-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kthanksbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5447851668874986572?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5447851668874986572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5447851668874986572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5447851668874986572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5447851668874986572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-498096394834476395</id><published>2011-08-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:52:15.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>Syawal</title><content type='html'>Worsen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Car accident.&lt;br /&gt;
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Get hurt for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I am crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just hope HE answer my prayer now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-498096394834476395?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/498096394834476395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=498096394834476395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/498096394834476395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/498096394834476395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/syawal.html' title='Syawal'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6671703888957364331</id><published>2011-08-22T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:43:51.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>Tom Marvolo RIDDLE</title><content type='html'>Sebenarnya takde kena mengena dengan Voldemort pun. It's about a riddle. It was said that Einstein wrote this riddle during the 19th century and he said 98% of the people in the world cannot solve the riddle. So I am trying to be among the 2% thought I'm not so sure are all those cigar really exist during the time Einstein wrote this riddle. Seriously riddle ni buat kepala pening macam tengah jawab paper Semicond, perut lapar macm buka tadi tak makan pape and bile stop kejap konon nak rehat tapi tak boleh rehat sebab still fikir macam mana boleh ada redundant tadi. Ceh dah salah buat lepas tu nak pelik kenapa redundant.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, who dare to challenge his/her brain? Try this riddle. All the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px;"&gt;There are 5 houses in 5 different colors&lt;br /&gt;
In each house lives a person with a different nationality&lt;br /&gt;
These 5 owners drink a certain type of beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar, and keep a certain pet&lt;br /&gt;
No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar or drink the same drink.&lt;br /&gt;
Here's the question: Who owns the fish?&lt;br /&gt;
The Brit lives in a red house&lt;br /&gt;
The Swede keeps dogs as pets&lt;br /&gt;
The Dane drinks tea&lt;br /&gt;
The green house is on the left of the white house&lt;br /&gt;
The green house owner drinks coffee&lt;br /&gt;
The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds&lt;br /&gt;
The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill&lt;br /&gt;
The man living in the house right in the middle drinks milk&lt;br /&gt;
The Norwegian lives in the first house&lt;br /&gt;
The man who smokes Blend lives next door to the one who keeps cats.&lt;br /&gt;
The man who keeps horses lives next door to the man who smokes Dunhill&lt;br /&gt;
The owner who smokes Blue Master drinks beer&lt;br /&gt;
The German smokes Prince&lt;br /&gt;
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house&lt;br /&gt;
The man who smokes Blend has a neighbor who drinks water&lt;br /&gt;
With these 15 clues the problem is solvable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px;"&gt;edit : Yesssss!!!! The riddle was solved. Now I'm one of world 2% intelligent people *grin proudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6671703888957364331?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6671703888957364331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6671703888957364331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6671703888957364331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6671703888957364331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/tom-marvolo-riddle.html' title='Tom Marvolo RIDDLE'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oafm18op9fU/TlJrwdTzpgI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZFbE5SYyTF0/s72-c/Photo-0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1548639556906869503</id><published>2011-08-21T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:01:28.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><title type='text'>kerek</title><content type='html'>Ni cerita fresh dari dapur. Hari ni kerja macam biasa. Sebagai PA kepada emak yang sibuk, maka saya pun kadang-kadang jadi sibuk jugak tapi kebanyakan masanya cuma jadi penyibuk. Jadi PA emak, perkara paling menjengkelkan yang perlu saya buat adalah menjawab telefon. Benci gila sebab nanti bila dah dengan lembut lembut bagi salam sebab dah tahu yang telefon emak mesti mak cik mak cik jadi hormatilah orang tua lepas tu mesti mak cik mak cik tersebut nak cakap dengan emak jugak. Like, so what's the point mummy want me to pick up the phone, end up makciks nak cakap dengan emak jugak?&lt;br /&gt;
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Macam kejap tadi la. Ada makcik call. Dia punya gaya cakap hamboi dalam hati aku dah mengutuk kau mak datin ke makcik cakap tak boleh nak kerek lagi ke? Then macam biasa saya pass the phone to mummy but sebab sakit hati so sengaja pass it lambat-lambat. Biar die tunggu lama-lama, biar bil dia melambung. Nak sangat cakap dengan emak saya kan makcik. Emak saya duduk Dublin, tunggu saya lari-lari anak pegi sana panggil dia. Lepas tu umi suruh sambung kerja-kerja yang die tengah buat. Sambil buat kerja sambil mengumpat sorang-sorang. Takde kawan uolss, terpaksa nipiskan pahala puasa sorang-sorang. Lepas tu macam pelik jugak, apahal lama sangat umi cakap dengan makcik tu. Then bila umi dah habis cakap, saya tanya sape. Guess what mummy said........................ Datin *@% nak order. And I was like, heh patut la kerek nak mati. Memang datin rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Orang dah close order lagi nak nego. Lain kali datin order la sehari nak raya ke. Saya tak payah raya pun takpe la buatkan order datin. Umi tu pulak jenis lembut hati cepat kesiankan orang. Even dah close order tapi kalau orang buat ayat kesian sikit terus terima. Memang la sikit je. Tapi kalau sikit-sikit tu darab 10 orang banyak gila oi. Lepas tu jadi mangsa saya la. Shopping raya pun belum ni, yang penting saya nak clogs tahun ni. Memang la umi tak paksa pun tolong dia. Kalau nak balik rumah cakap nak kemas rumah tapi online sambil update blog sebab nak lepas geram pun umi tak kisah. Tapi sebagai anak yang mewarisi sifat lembut hati cepat kesiankan orang emaknya itu, mana sampai hati tengok umi buat kerja ditemani orang-orang asing bukan pendatang asing tapi asing as in bukan anak sendiri yang kalau buat kerja salah umi boleh sound sesuka hati yang kejap lagi bila umi tak puas hati dengan orang-orang asing punya hasil kerja tu mula la die nak mengumpat dengan saya. Mana boleh macam tu. Saya punya pahala puasa dah la dah tak seberapa sebab kadang-kadang saya pun tak puas hati dengan orang-orang asing tu asyik kacau privacy saya nak tiba-tiba datang sebelah umi cakap umi busuk bila dah bosan buat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now saya bukan nak prejudice dengan orang-orang kaya &lt;strike&gt;dengki tu ada la&lt;/strike&gt;. Tapi most of them kalau cakap and pandang orang kebanyakan mesti nak lebih kurang je macam bila masuk kubur nanti dia pakai kain kapan Prada. Lain la kalau dia non muslim boleh bawak bag D&amp;amp;G masuk kubur.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baiklah, saya nak pergi lipat kain kejap. Nanti dah bertenang sikit baru pergi tolong emak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading my temper -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1548639556906869503?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1548639556906869503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1548639556906869503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1548639556906869503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1548639556906869503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/kerek.html' title='kerek'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4239140464787768412</id><published>2011-08-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:38:41.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>rutin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Rutin bila bekerja&lt;div&gt;1) Bangun tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Mandi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Solat subuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Bersiap untuk ke tempat kerja. Maksudnya iron baju and tudung kalau rajin. Kalau malas, cari tudung yang tak payah iron tapi selalunya memang malas. Lepas tu apply segala mak nenek bahan kimia ke wajah dengan harapan habuk atau cahaya matahari bersinar UV tak beri effect banyak sangat terhadap kulit. Bahan kimia tu termasuklah body lotion, scar cream, day cream, BB cream dan compact powder. Susah jadi perempuan. Tampar-tampar muka guna dua jari dengan harapan sel-sel kulit yang sedang tidur akan bangun lalu buat aerobik (read : face massage la konon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Pergi kerja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rutin bila tak bekerja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Bangun tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Solat subuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Tidur balik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Emak jerit suruh bangun tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Bangun tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Baca buku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Buat kerja rumah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Emak jerit suruh mandi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Mandi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang boleh nampak kalau tak bekerja, aktiviti seharian lebih banyak tapi rutin tampar-tampar muka takde sebab nak beri laluan kepada aktiviti lain. Tehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi sekarang sedang bekerja dengan emak sendiri. Lagi dasyat dari office hour. Mentang-mentang puasa so takde lunch hour. Then I la pembantu di tempat kerja, I la pembantu di rumah. Macam siang jadi penjaga stor, pekerja kontrak, QC inspector and akauntan then petang tukar uniform jadi pembantu tukang masak kat rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amboi banyak bunyi sungguh kau Nurul. Padahal time dapat gaji sengih sampai rahang tersangkut tak boleh tutup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu tadi tengah buat kerja akauntan tetiba sengih sorang-sorang. Macam mane entah boleh terbayang Abang Long kite (read : Aaron Aziz. Nurul Wahidah Aziz and Aaron Aziz. Geddit or not? Kahkah) datang situ nak buat order. Kejadah entah dia nak datang sini tiba-tiba. Berangan itu indah kadang-kadang. Jangan tersungkur masuk longkang sudah. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, nak sambung tengok cerita. Actually I baru start tengok Nora Elena tu yang boleh berangan pasal Abang Long. Hihihi. Kthanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way. Just read new entry from Maria Elena. It was beautifully written. A must-read-article for Muslim girls I should say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : I wish I got some spare time to finish reading Me and Mr. Darcy. Mummy really killing me with the workload. Sobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4239140464787768412?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4239140464787768412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4239140464787768412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4239140464787768412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4239140464787768412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/rutin.html' title='rutin'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1022627912173460094</id><published>2011-08-14T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:45:53.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><title type='text'>best friends</title><content type='html'>Flash back through some memories, I can't help to stop but giggling alone in front of my laptop. I miss them. I miss my best friends. I miss my childhood, my school time. Can't wait to see them. The 6 of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just realize thought all of us used to be camera addict back then, we didn't have any single picture all of us together in these 3 years. We should have some this coming raya. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1022627912173460094?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1022627912173460094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1022627912173460094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1022627912173460094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1022627912173460094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-friends.html' title='best friends'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6642191738721913850</id><published>2011-08-11T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:39:17.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>late night self-reflection</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I have been write a lot lately. Well it simply because I got things in my mind which could be irritating whenever I allowed them to irritated me. Why do you let those things bothering you Nurul? A simple question but it takes my forever to answer it. Maybe it is me. Maybe because I think too much. Sometimes I have this ability in making simple things become complicated. That is an imperfection I should say.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just realize on how I take things too simple nowadays. I messed the dates in my planner which cause me to have two plans or more at one time. I never work that way before. Just ask people who ever sneak a peek of my organizer, as an example my mum. I'm a person who will write every single detail of my activities in my little book. Yeap, sounds like a nerd I know but just like the Carmichael said, "Sometimes the nerd gets the girl". *giggling. Cut the crap off. It just a quote from Chuck series. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I should start to think like an adult right? But before that I need to find my zen. Let's just continue this next time. I've found an interesting article. How to Make Your Heart and Your Mind Work Together. Frankly speaking I don't really fancy the idea of my mind get along with my heart because of some reason. Keep that for tomorrow shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I'm wondering what are the differences between CIA, NSA and FBI? Are they really that cool as I watched in movies? So I'm one of the living proof - effect of the television to the mankind -_-".&lt;br /&gt;
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Got to go now. Till then. Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6642191738721913850?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6642191738721913850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6642191738721913850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6642191738721913850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6642191738721913850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/late-night-self-reflection.html' title='late night self-reflection'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1924212113238407551</id><published>2011-08-10T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:35:49.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>1st wishlist for this Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Steamboat ohoi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sape nak gi makan steamboat sila ajak saya. RED WOK adalah first choice. Padahal baru makan 12 hari yang lepas. Ok takde gambar. Kalau dah dalam keadaan macam ni (read : tergolek atas lantai perasan perut dah flat tahap kanak-kanak Afrika tak cukup makan. Boleh tak jangan exaggerate sangat Nurul? Hoh, mengada) makruh tengok walaupun gambar makanan. Sekian kthanksbye.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1924212113238407551?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1924212113238407551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1924212113238407551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1924212113238407551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1924212113238407551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-wishlist-for-this-ramadhan.html' title='1st wishlist for this Ramadhan'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqGlx-HmwS8/Tb5-hCoPJfI/AAAAAAAAA80/joprxGNiDoo/s72-c/img_99271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4681094562577016529</id><published>2011-08-10T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:57:26.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>mari menari dengan selendang housemate</title><content type='html'>My stomach currently bloat with water. It is 1.06 am right now but... Okeh, nak cerita apa sebenarnya ni Nurul? Banyak bebeno la drama dia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tadi berbuka dekat Wong Solo Bangi. Saya cuma nak bagitau dah la mahal nak mati lepas tu tak sesedap kedai ayam penyet kegemaran yang terletak di Seksyen 15 yang bernama eh-dah-lupa-nama-apa-tapi-sekarang-pun-dah-tak-sedap-sangat-maybe-sebab-tukar-chef-atau-pun-pihak-pengurusan. Tapi bukan tu nak cerita sebenarnya. Okey sebenarnya dah lupa nak cerita apa...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ooo, ada sorang girl ni tak tau akak ke adik entah jadi mari bahasakan dia sebagai akak sebab saya perasan muda, dia pakai pashmina sebijik macam pashmina Hazierah yang dia baru beli dekat Jalan TAR tu. Ala girls, mana lagi dorang tibai beli selendang and tudung kalau bukan Jalan TAR except for me. Believe me I never been to Jalan TAR or Masjid India or even SOGO. Yeap, such poor thing I am. Baiklah sambung balik pasal kakak tadi. I keep looking at her because of the way she styled her hijab. Bukan sebab pelik la tapi sebab cantik. Then balik rumah terus cakap kat Zie nak pinjam pashmina. Nak juga pashmina same dengan akak tu. Haha. And tadaa sekali dengan Yana and Mija pun berjangkit nak try jugak. Habis shawl leopard Zie keluar dari tempat persembunyian.&lt;br /&gt;
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Funny thing was whenever each of us settled wearing the pashmina secara sesuka hati dah takde nak ikut akak tu tadi then bila another two bagi compliment, the person yang rasa dia cantik sangatttt tu automatically will danced. Hahahaha. Mija's dancing was hilarious. As I told her before, macam nak runtuh rumah ni dibuatnya. Hahaha. Each of us got signature dance. LOL. Signature dance tak tahan tu but still the funniest was Mija. Then Yana and me got name for our dance. Mine is Tarian Roti sebab lepas dah habis mengekek menari and camwhore dengan webcam terus pergi dapur capai roti dengan Nutella dan menari lagi sambil makan roti. Ye, sungguh tidak senonoh saya tahu -_-".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Eq_w5H24IU/TkFyGzsXTvI/AAAAAAAABFU/mIRzE4Dy4bE/s1600/Snapshot_20110809_32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Eq_w5H24IU/TkFyGzsXTvI/AAAAAAAABFU/mIRzE4Dy4bE/s400/Snapshot_20110809_32.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tu dia, dah buat perangai dah. Konon jerit macam main badminton lepas tu dapat smash perut orang. Peh, peh dia punya perasaan tu teruja sungguh kalau pihak lawan tu orang yang dibenci. Kena kepala pun sodap. Eh, eh, tetiba cakap pasal badminton pulak. Tehee~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHL8mna6d-c/TkFz0MT9uGI/AAAAAAAABFY/OwPngBFBgik/s1600/Snapshot_20110809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHL8mna6d-c/TkFz0MT9uGI/AAAAAAAABFY/OwPngBFBgik/s400/Snapshot_20110809.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nah yours truly. Makin membesar sihat dan kuat. Ok sebenarnya makin membesar makin malas nak camwhore guna handphone stail myspace apetah lagi kalau henpong touch screen. Kau punya la senyum sampai tulang rusuk tapi duk tekan-tekan bawah screen taun bila nya nak dapat gambar myspace cenggitu. So maksimumkan penggunaan webcam lah jawabnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nak cerita lagi sebenarnya. Takpe kita buat post baru. Ngahaha. Kthanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4681094562577016529?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4681094562577016529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4681094562577016529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4681094562577016529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4681094562577016529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/mari-menari-dengan-selendang-housemate.html' title='mari menari dengan selendang housemate'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESQk6piyZUY/TkFxd5N2bSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/2IIfJQOtEAI/s72-c/Snapshot_20110809_26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1615535803778547112</id><published>2011-08-08T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:47:15.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><title type='text'>pesan</title><content type='html'>My Nee always told me, it is not easy to forget so I shouldn't blame my self. When I told her I was sorry because it was unbearable, she told me it's okay as long as I won't hurt my self but at last I do hurt my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Ct Dja said to me, face it. Don't let it go easily when all the faults were not mine. Then I told her, I'm hurt just to think about dealing with it. She said, okay don't do it then and no matter what I do, I got her behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I really wanna do is wake up from this nightmare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1615535803778547112?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1615535803778547112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1615535803778547112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1615535803778547112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1615535803778547112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/pesan.html' title='pesan'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6750100425320064982</id><published>2011-08-08T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:53:15.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing is caring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>the 7th Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buat pertama kalinya untuk Ramadhan kali ini saya berbuka puasa seorang. Kalau dulu time matriks sedih la kot tapi sekarang sebab dah biasa so tak rasa pape lagi. Since I demam takde suara, air hidung pun asyik meleleh-leleh so nafsu makan pun takde. Heh ape ewww, ewww? Nak sikit? Actually since 1st Ramadhan hari tu lagi Alhamdulillah nafsu makan tak macam selalu. Pergi bazar tengok makanan pun macam takde perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi hari ni crave for pancake. Mengada sungguh. So dari pagi dah set petang nanti mesti buat pancake. Tapi takut esok tak tahan puasa, terpaksa fikir nak makan apa untuk buka instead of only pancake. Round bazar 1 1/2 rounds then beli jugak nasi ayam padahal tak terliur langsung. Pastu jalan kedek-kedek pegi kedai beli baking powder, susu, Nutella so yummeh and honey. Balik rumah &lt;strike&gt;baling&lt;/strike&gt; letak nasi atas meja terus godek-godek buat pancake. Disebabkan rumah sewa ni takde non stick frying pan maka jadilah pancake tersebut tebal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.25 buat milo sebab sakit tekak konon tak nak minum ais lagipun ais memang dah tak jadi fevret sekarang tapi tak minum pun sebab duk minum susu balance buat pancake pun dah kenyang. Kate demam, harus lah takde selera makan. Esok tak payah beli makanan lah. Tapi macam nak buat banana split. Kehkehkeh. Memang la takde selera makan tapi bab buat makanan mane boleh takde selera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I lost 5kgs in 2 weeks. Dasat sungguh. Memang la nak turunkan berat tapi itu sudah melampau sebab rasanya bukan lemak yang kurang tapi air dalam badan yang kurang. Sekarang baru sedar habit bawak botol air gedabak tido sekali adalah sangat bagus dan tak patut berhenti diamalkan. Tapi saye bace orang kate minum air sebelum tido boleh sebabkan kantung kangaroo bawah mata. That it, you read too much Nurul so stop reading now. Eeeehh, mane boleh. Not when I got 3 books waiting for me. And also the Greatest Book. Insyaallah, I'm trying my best to finish it within a month.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melissahill.info/wishfuluk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.melissahill.info/wishfuluk.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6750100425320064982?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6750100425320064982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6750100425320064982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6750100425320064982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6750100425320064982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/7th-ramadhan.html' title='the 7th Ramadhan'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mf6AeCHpjWA/TQ2wq0CF7YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Qos7akvdBqI/s72-c/Holy+Quran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1528915934507391389</id><published>2011-08-07T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:08:11.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F-C_0RA96B0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After everything you did to me, why I didn't hate? Because I can't and I really wish I can.&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/8450693228648977244-1528915934507391389?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1528915934507391389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1528915934507391389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1528915934507391389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1528915934507391389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart.html' title='heart'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F-C_0RA96B0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5057463843958396067</id><published>2011-07-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:07:51.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><title type='text'>situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDXeErPQaq0/TjLnVZ4rcVI/AAAAAAAABFM/gPIZJEsrezA/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDXeErPQaq0/TjLnVZ4rcVI/AAAAAAAABFM/gPIZJEsrezA/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kihkihkih.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Disclaimer : Warna baju, kasut dan rambut takde kene mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang mati. Pic Abang Long sebagai Mr. Mashimaro tu pun just nak menggambarkan Mr. Mashimaro hemsem macam Abang Long walaupun bermata kecik dan tak pernah senyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Venue : Berhampiran gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Time and date : Hari ni time nak balik petang tadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Perasaan : Malu-malu tahi kucing + mahu tarik bag budak sekolah F sebab jeling-jeling penuh makna. Jeling dan sengih ape barang. Tolong mintak autograph takpe jugak. Cit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5057463843958396067?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5057463843958396067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5057463843958396067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5057463843958396067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5057463843958396067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/situation.html' title='situation'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDXeErPQaq0/TjLnVZ4rcVI/AAAAAAAABFM/gPIZJEsrezA/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6800482537459059402</id><published>2011-07-25T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:03:09.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>ordinary</title><content type='html'>I smile, I laugh all day long and keep the tears under my pillow.&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8190786961391803133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8190786961391803133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8190786961391803133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8190786961391803133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-december.html' title='Back to December'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QUwxKWT6m7U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8902530243950154109</id><published>2011-07-23T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:08:44.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>currently</title><content type='html'>I am stuck in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/penjajabuku?sk=photos"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Hahahahaha so now I don't need to go out to get my books. Instead of stand in front of book shelves, spent almost hour just to pick a book now I can simply spent hours to choose my books with cheaper price pulak tu. Hewhewhew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8902530243950154109?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8902530243950154109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8902530243950154109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8902530243950154109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8902530243950154109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/currently.html' title='currently'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-219896499267523407</id><published>2011-07-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:24:45.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>paling malas</title><content type='html'>List benda paling malas nak dibuat sekarang.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Transfer pics dari phone ke laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Cuci mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Tido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sila kagum dengan nombor 3 tu. True story. Nak download HIMYM tapi dengan internet yang berkelajuan 28 nm/sec (Nee, I blame you for spreading the virus exaggeratingmetricconversion.LOL)&amp;nbsp;jadi memang sangat malas. Eh malas lagi. Ok 4th in the list - malas nak download HIMYM. Nanti kalau degil download jugak terpaksa menahan perasaan nak hentak kaki bila tengok timeline download tu tulis 7 days left. Terima kasih je la kalau macam tu -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually today last day most of trainee dekat my company tu. Wah, ada company pulak sekarang. Tehee~. Tapi disebabkan Amir sorang je station at the same plant with me so harap bersabar je la kalau semua pic banyak muka dia je. Well, rase kehilangan la jugak sebab hari-hari tak cari gaduh dengan dia memang tak sah. Nanti dah takde orang yang nak dikacau, dah takde orang nak mengacau. Tak boleh tarik kerusi sampai depan toilet lagi, takde geng nak main Scrabble lagi. Sedih tak cerita I? Amir kau jangan nak terharu lebih-lebih. Tapi yesss lepas ni Fakhri dah takde geng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, btw dah 2 hari kerja di office cuma bersenang lenang je. Budak 2 orang tu siap main poker kat laptop lagi. Laptop sape yang jadi mangsa? Nurul jugak. Lepas tu hari ni main Trivia Machine and Chess pulak. Hihihi. Bos cakap nak bersenang lenang takpe asal keje siap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MuoQ-wWwYA/TimeczajhwI/AAAAAAAABEs/g7t4Wz2jdTE/s1600/Photo-0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MuoQ-wWwYA/TimeczajhwI/AAAAAAAABEs/g7t4Wz2jdTE/s400/Photo-0028.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Berebut pc dengan Kak Lin. Ishk, ishk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUncc6opG6w/Time-v8hkeI/AAAAAAAABFI/c-A8aeHystg/s1600/Photo-0066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUncc6opG6w/Time-v8hkeI/AAAAAAAABFI/c-A8aeHystg/s400/Photo-0066.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tengok, tengok I buat kerja lah. Tapi spot things in the circle. Kate kerja tak banyak haruslah membazir kertas recycle office lalu lukis dan gunting dan selit celah laptop. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tOtNojC5yY/Timei6i5r9I/AAAAAAAABEw/AnKF3m3Z2Ug/s1600/Photo-0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tOtNojC5yY/Timei6i5r9I/AAAAAAAABEw/AnKF3m3Z2Ug/s320/Photo-0049.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Konon&amp;nbsp;farewell&amp;nbsp;lunch. Ok memang farewell lunch sebenarnya. Tengok senyum lebar dapat kacau orang ambik gambar makanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZTxsJOpaE/TimeyYckueI/AAAAAAAABE8/q04KGgbtv1Q/s1600/Photo-0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZTxsJOpaE/TimeyYckueI/AAAAAAAABE8/q04KGgbtv1Q/s400/Photo-0056.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Better without distraction. Nasi lemak with rendang ayam. The same meal Dr. Chia order time dia lunch dengan me and my housemates last week. Kite omel tak tiru Dr. Chia punye makanan? Next week maybe lunch dengan Dr. Chia lagi. Dia promise nak belanja lagi. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIuUN73x6zI/TimeoevIWfI/AAAAAAAABE0/YobHOmMpSgY/s1600/Photo-0050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIuUN73x6zI/TimeoevIWfI/AAAAAAAABE0/YobHOmMpSgY/s400/Photo-0050.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my small family in the office, Fakhri, Kak Lin and Amir. Kak Lin paling best sebab mampu bersabar dengan kitorang. Lagi-lagi yang dua orang tu. Me paling baik, bila dah buat kerja mulut diam tak perlu kata apa-apa. Hahaha. Padahal diam sebab tengok series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KCIfWYtSjc/TimetqMde6I/AAAAAAAABE4/7iK9fUWu5Lo/s1600/Photo-0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KCIfWYtSjc/TimetqMde6I/AAAAAAAABE4/7iK9fUWu5Lo/s400/Photo-0051.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh sekarang tak payah diet sebab terasa macam aku-sebentuk-mancis je. Eh sebentuk kan? Ke bukan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgl_4cSQjxQ/Time1-HUArI/AAAAAAAABFA/3F76swBF26k/s1600/Photo-0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgl_4cSQjxQ/Time1-HUArI/AAAAAAAABFA/3F76swBF26k/s400/Photo-0060.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kad idea Hui hui untuk Amir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY6-jXxtHjQ/Time5fc-UAI/AAAAAAAABFE/2DnrxlqZW6k/s1600/Photo-0061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY6-jXxtHjQ/Time5fc-UAI/AAAAAAAABFE/2DnrxlqZW6k/s400/Photo-0061.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dan isinya adalah fairytale tentang itik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Ct Dja, ai merajuk dengan yu 28 saat. Penat tunggu yu buzz ym ai tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-219896499267523407?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/219896499267523407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=219896499267523407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/219896499267523407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/219896499267523407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/paling-malas.html' title='paling malas'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MuoQ-wWwYA/TimeczajhwI/AAAAAAAABEs/g7t4Wz2jdTE/s72-c/Photo-0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6880038939684226261</id><published>2011-07-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:43:23.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><title type='text'>why I rarely get angry?</title><content type='html'>Because I care for other people feeling. Just ask people who really know me, how often they see me get angry or yell to anyone or showing my tantrum? I dare to say never because I know how does it feel to be ignored and humiliated. Those hurtful look which can make me feel very&amp;nbsp;embarrassed out of the blue like the faults are all mine. I wish I can show my anger sometimes because believe me it make you feel like a fool when a person treat you like a rubbish but there you're still smiling whenever you look at him/her. I don't want to be an angel. I just wanna be a normal girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cut the crap off. I guess it was just my PMS. So who was the lucky person I yelled to? It was my little brother. I miss him actually though you know he's not 'little' anymore but still he's my little brother. I remember our childhood, since Ira was born 4 years after him so he was my best friend at that time. In fact even after Ira was born we were still best friend. We always bullied Ira. When we played tag in the house, we backup each other if one us get caught. Poor Ira at that time. We even gave her a nickname that we think very bad and told her that was a good name and she believe it. Little kid, you know they believe every single things their sister and brother told them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember there was a&amp;nbsp;cassette&amp;nbsp;where ayah recorded the two of us singing. He was very good in making normal stuff to be fun. Like when were singing, I'm the type who will just follow the real lyrics or if I didn't know the lyrics, I will make it sounds similar to the real one. But he just sing them randomly. We laughed everytime we listened to the cassette. His singing sounds like Red Indian people's ritual. Unfortunately we lost the cassette.&lt;br /&gt;
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I better off now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6880038939684226261?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6880038939684226261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6880038939684226261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6880038939684226261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6880038939684226261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-rarely-get-angry.html' title='why I rarely get angry?'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4621436906610080075</id><published>2011-07-17T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:33:46.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><title type='text'>poisonous hope</title><content type='html'>You've been the main character of my dream for this whole week and that's the reason I miss you so much. You were nice in my dream. As nice as you used to be. Last night I asked what should I do when I miss you and as expected you didn't answer me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im.in.com/media/download/wallpapers/2009/Apr/earthbeach43873_420x315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://im.in.com/media/download/wallpapers/2009/Apr/earthbeach43873_420x315.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah lama teringin nak pegi holiday kat pulau lagi. Tiba-tiba tengok Fifah dah pegi honeymoon dekat Perhentian. Baiklah mesti pergi jugak tahun ni. Sape nak ikut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4621436906610080075?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4621436906610080075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4621436906610080075&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4621436906610080075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4621436906610080075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/poisonous-hope.html' title='poisonous hope'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6990572096913206357</id><published>2011-07-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:05:10.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><title type='text'>baik</title><content type='html'>Yana : (muka curious + tak puas hati) Kau ni baik sangat la. Orang marah pun kau diam je eh? Kalau aku mesti dah melawan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : Malas nak melawan. Aku kan baik.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yana : Menyesal puji (bangun terus keluar bilik)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hahaha. Keluarkan ayat-ayat perasan sambil buat muka ade-aku-kisah sampai orang menyampah adalah kepakaran Nurul. Harap maklum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6990572096913206357?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6990572096913206357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6990572096913206357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6990572096913206357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6990572096913206357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/baik.html' title='baik'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-247361852959877078</id><published>2011-07-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:24:17.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>hard way</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we did things we know we will regret to learn the hard way that they were mistakes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact I always did and are still doing. Don't know when will this little girl grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-247361852959877078?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/247361852959877078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=247361852959877078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/247361852959877078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/247361852959877078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/hard-way.html' title='hard way'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4149770175138982345</id><published>2011-07-03T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:16:27.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>hujan</title><content type='html'>비가 오니까 너무 좋다... 지극히 개인적으로 장마를 제일 좋아하는 나이기에~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not raining in here but he does make me feel so. Never know he loves rain too~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4149770175138982345?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4149770175138982345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4149770175138982345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4149770175138982345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4149770175138982345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/hujan.html' title='hujan'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6498999944304019190</id><published>2011-07-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:00:48.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Sharing is caring : Review gadis pertengahan tentang</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Acne problem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hihi. Geli dengan diri sendiri sebab sebok nak buat review macam gadis high profile macam Liliana Mardiana (sila google kalau tak tau sebab malas nak letak link). Bila perhatikan budak-budak perempuan sekarang fesyen dorang amboi sorang-sorang tak nak kalah. Nak keluar bersosial pun dah segan aa camni tapi pedulikan saje. Segan tolak tepi mari buat-buat yakin dengan diri sendiri sebab yang jadi mangsa fesyen pun ramai jugak tapi dorang yakin je. Kahkah. Macam siang tadi keluar dengan Mai and Hazierah yakin kau yours truly ni pakai sesuka hati. Lepas tu tetiba banyak pulak jumpa cermin hari ni. Kenapa semua cermin-cermin tu tunjuk imej perempuan kering berbadan flat macam ade aneroksia peringkat pertengahan? Nasib baek bawak jaket konon-konon takut sejuk dalam panggung wayang. Pegi toilet dan tukar lah penampilan anda yang cermin hari ni cakap berpenyakit aneroksia kepada kurang aneroksia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baiklah mari kita ke topik sebenar. Kalau ikutkan hati nanti mukadimah tu akan jadi satu entry pulak.&amp;nbsp;Sebelum tu haruslah diketahui dan dikagumi (tetiba) bahawasanya saya ada sikit penyakit malas kalau bab-bab menempek ni tapi masalahnya nak cantik. Macam mane tu? Sape-sape ade ubat sila bagitau. Excited and rajin tu paling lama pun a month after purchasing date.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 years ago I experienced a very very bad acne problem. Apehal rase macam testimonial produk pulak ni? Haha. Ok, ok serius. Produk-produk kecantikan ni sebenarnya kesesuaian die ikut individu. Tak semestinya orang lain pakai produk tu ok, kite pakai pun ok. Macam saya, saya tahu products from Nivea memang kulit saya boleh terima. Before ada problem dengan jerawat yang rate of appearance die sangat dasyat, saya pakai facial wash Nivea Whitening. Tak pakai toner and krim pape pun sebab well saya kan pemalas. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
Lepas tu ada training futsal untuk SUKEM ke ape ntah kulit jadi kering so try la Fair n Lovely konon nak lembapkan sambil memutihkan kulit pada rate yang lebih cepat. Tapi lepas tu tiba-tiba kulit menggelupas dan jerawat mula membiak. Jadi kesimpulannya damn you Fair n Lovely. Lovely la sangat. Pui.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila jerawat dah keluar saya try macam-macam produk.&amp;nbsp;Note that bila dah jadi macam tu self confidence akan jadi low gile. Tahap paling low pernah saya rasa. Kalau before tu nak duduk atas stage jadi MC with bare face is not a problem at all tapi after tu, rase macam kalau keluar pakai purdah boleh tak? So sape-sape yang tengah having problem dengan jerawat yang teruk sekarang, please jangan down. Kalau orang tegur pasal jerawat-jerawat tu jawab je dengan senyuman and fikiran positif. Maybe diorang ada produk nak direkomenkan. Who knows right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Produk yang sesuai untuk saya time tu set acne Sendayu Tinggi yang botol-botol die colour oren tu. Mahal sikit la kalau untuk student. Tapi tak payah beli set pun takpe, bedak ke ape benda ntah benda alah tu, tak best pon. Macam takde kesan kalau tak pakai pun. Paling suka 2 in 1 mask + scrub die.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then bila dah kurang sikit saya tukar banyak-banyak produk sampai saya jumpa Himalaya punya facial wash and mask. Facial wash die dalam tube, macam gel and kaler hijau. Mask die pun dalam tube lepas tu colour hijau taik lembu. Hahaha. Sorry tak tau nak explain colour tu macam mana. Himalaya tu memang murah and affordable la.&amp;nbsp;After pakai Himalaya tu rate jerawat dah jadi normal. Dorang cuma akan cari pasal bila saya under high pressure and time PMS.&amp;nbsp;Daripada experienced, rasanya mask la yang kurangkan jerawat-jerawat tu kot. Sampai sekarang saya still lagi pakai mask Himalaya tu. Masa mula-mula pakai dulu rasa macam muka ditarik-tarik and rasa berdenyut sikit kat bahagian jerawat. Sekarang pun kalau ada jerawat and pakai mask tu dia still rasa berdenyut sikit. Herbs dalam tu tengah gaduh dengan bakteria kot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then sekarang prob nya adalah parut. Kalau dah tangan tak reti duduk diam dulu, ada jerawat sibuk nak picit memang la tinggal parut. Padan la muka. Dulu saya pakai Palmer's Cocoa Butter Vitamin E. Ok jugak tapi die jenis minyak so tak boleh pakai time nak keluar sebab nanti muka mesti jadi petrol station. Kalau pakai malam pun same. Bangun pagi esok muka dah jadi kilang minyak masak. Sekarang tengah guna Mederma Scar Serum. Sangat-sangat ok. Bulan 5 dulu start pakai and memang nampak die punye effect. Yang tu saya beli kat Guardian. Kene tanye kat kaunter bahagian farmasi die. Die tak display kat luar. Control meds ke ape ntah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hah, company produk-produk kat atas tu dah boleh ambik I jadi duta produk. Pape hal contact P.A I. Haha.&amp;nbsp;Ok, nak pegi pakai mask sekarang. Dah seminggu tak pakai T_T. Bai.&lt;br /&gt;
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all pics credits to Google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6498999944304019190?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6498999944304019190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6498999944304019190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6498999944304019190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6498999944304019190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/07/sharing-is-caring-review-gadis.html' title='Sharing is caring : Review gadis pertengahan tentang'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ti52MoYpnwI/SupaCI6cKJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/C1W_BSdC_TU/s72-c/st-acne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-323783885941569446</id><published>2011-06-29T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:18:12.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>lupa nak letak tajuk sebab takde idea dan terpaksa edit balik untuk letak tajuk yang panjang ni. Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m not homesick but I miss home. Erk, tapi macam sama je. Same ke tak Cik Ct Dja? Hee. Macam biase, I got a lot to tell tapi selalu je mood malas tiba-tiba datang jadi sila faham.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Seriously I miss chatting with umi. Memang la dah selalu sangat bergayut dekat telefon lame-lame sampai bil melambung-lambung. Kihkihkih. Tapi mana sama dengar umi giggling and laughing dengan tengok umi giggling and laughing. Faham tak? Okeh macam ni, kalau umi kat depan mata bila tengok dia ketawa ataupun cakap something yang tak enak didengar like bila saya tanya masak apa hari ni lalu dia bagi jawapan, “Nasi ayam je. Nak ke?”. Amboi-amboi dia punya soalan memang patut diberi cubitan di pipi kiri dan kanan. Tu la beza nya antara dengar and tengok. Sekarang dah faham jadi baik kita proceed ke topik seterusnya. Hari tu webcam dengan Ira tiba-tiba saya pulak yang jadi adik sebab dia bukan main control ayu depan webcam like hello this is your sister not your boyfriend sweetheart while I’m having fun making various type of hodoh faces. Hahaha. But I’m proud of her. She will seat for her SPM this year and her performance so far way much better than mine when I was at her age… especially addmath. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So next is work… Naaah, I won’t tell about work but I got crush with one of the operator here. Kahkahkah. Mati la kalau tetibe any IE team bace blog ni. Cakap pasal IE team, ada 2 orang mamat ni Ya Allah diorang punye annoying kadang-kadang boleh tahan jugak kalau bab menipiskan kesabaran orang lain. Macam budak-budak. Eh, hai Fakhri hai Amir kalau terbaca sila jangan imagine operator tu seorang Bangladesh atau Nepal atau India atau Chinese ok. Erk, sebenarnya saya pun confuse operator tu bangsa apa. Chinese ke Malay? Tapi yang pasti dia sangat sangat sangat sangat sangat susah nak senyum. In fact sampai sekarang tak pernah tengok dia senyum. Agaknya die malu nak senyum kot sebab maybe bile die senyum nanti mata dia jadi macam Mashi Maro. Eh Momo. Eh Momo tu nama Mashi Maro Mija. Mija tu adalah housemate saya yang selalu jadi mangsa bila tak tahan nak tergelak teringat Mahajara Lawak, mesti nak text dia sebab tak nak dicop perempuan gila gelak sorang-sorang. Tehee~ Berbalik kepada operator-yang-mungkin-kalau-senyum-mata-dia-jadi-macam-MashiMaro tu, rase-rase nya dia antara orang yang sangat konsisten bab reply senyum orang. Kalau orang lain kalau sombong pun lepas tu kita senyum, maybe first time die tak reply tapi second time die reply. Tapi yang ni dari dulu sampai sekarang saya senyum tak pernah pun die senyum balik. Tapi saya pedulik hape, dah memang dah jadi habit. Jumpa sape-sape tak kire kat office ke production ke mesti automatik nak senyum. Tak tau berapa umur dia tapi nampak muda (sambung balik -_-“). Around 20 macam tu la kot. Lepas tu kan tadi kan, kite tegur dia. Hahaha. Bukan tegur tanya nama dah ada girlfriend ke belom tapi tanya pasal raw material je dan cuba teka apa yang dia jawab. Punya la panjang soalan yang diberi, die sebut 2 perkataan je, “Haa?” dan “Haah”. T_T. Haha Nee, you must be sick reading the same story twice. Walau bagaimanapun, hal ini bukan la serius sangat. Biasa la having crush lepas tu terhempas if you get what I mean, crush dan terhempas? Cuci mata kata omputih. Lepas tu kan sebelum balik tadi ade orang puji lesung pipit kite. Hihihi. Malu. See I tell you I loved to smile. Who on earth ever called me sombong? Huh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ape lagi ye? Nak shopping. Hehe. Padahal baru je minggu lepas dan 2 minggu lepas berbuat demikian. I still got many in my wish list and most are make up stuff. Mascara, pencil and gel eyeliner, a novel because I haven’t buy and read any book since decade. Kalau ada pun mesti time mood tengah pelik sikit lepas tu bukak fav page Eat, Pray, Love. Siap highlight lagi. Haha. New purse, lipstic. Cakap pasal lipstic minggu ni buang tebiat sikit pakai lipstik pink bajet Michelle Phan. I mean orang yang selalu masuk production line dan memakai benda alah tu semua macam nak pegi kenduri kahwin adalah sangat rare. Sekarang cuba bayangkan make up dan safety boots. Hei, boleh buat tajuk novel tuu. MAKE UP &amp;amp; SAFETY BOOTS. Lepas tu cover die colour shocking pink and pic safety boots yang dah lusuh. Hewhewhew. Pandainye Nurul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Baiklah, nak pegi mandi sekarang. Bai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-323783885941569446?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/323783885941569446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=323783885941569446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/323783885941569446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/323783885941569446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/06/assalamualaikum.html' title='lupa nak letak tajuk sebab takde idea dan terpaksa edit balik untuk letak tajuk yang panjang ni. Haha'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7889301516660596879</id><published>2011-06-23T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:23:49.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand but I do miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-7889301516660596879?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/7889301516660596879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=7889301516660596879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7889301516660596879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7889301516660596879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-understand-but-i-do-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7150071434514912114</id><published>2011-06-21T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:56:14.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>lelaki itu</title><content type='html'>Pagi tadi saya mimpikan dia. Orang kata mimpi tu mainan tidur tapi yang ini saya tahu bukan mainan tidur semata-mata. Dulu masa mula-mula dia pergi, bila saya selalu mimpikan dia lepas tu cerita pada umi. Umi kata mungkin dia pun rindukan saya macam saya rindukan dia. Umi pesan selalu sedekahkan Al-Fatihah tiap kali teringatkan dia. Doakan dia yang baik-baik. Dia lelaki penyayang yang saya sayang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mata hazel milik dia yang sama macam mata umi, hidung mancung milik dia macam hidung Angah, dia yang selalu berjemur ditengah panas tak betah di rumah walaupun hingga hujung hayatnya, kulit dia yang kemerahan bila ditengah panas cepat jadi kuning langsat kembali buat saya terfikir, dia mesti sangat kacak di zaman mudanya dahulu. Teringat cerita umi bila saya suarakan rupanya di zaman mudanya dulu, umi kata ada seorang mak cik yang suruh dia duduk sahaja di rumah jangan buat kerja luar yang berat-berat kerana rupa dia. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Teringat bila berkumpul ramai-ramai di rumahnya dulu. Makan tengahari, semua orang asyik berborak lupa nak hidangkan makanan untuk dia lepas tu dengan nada marah dia berkata kalau takde lauk, makan dengan air teh ni je la sambil tangan cuba menuang air teh ke dalam pinggan nasi nya. Pertama kali lihat dia marah, bukan takut tapi saya ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Semalam saya mimpi lihat dia mengajar orang mengaji dari jauh. Dia dulu guru mengaji yang mengajar anak-anak jiran. Saya mimpi saya pegang tangan dia yang membiru tapi hangat dam cium dahi dia sambil tahan air mata. Macam saya pernah buat dulu. Bezanya dulu saya tak menangis. Sayang tapi mungkin saya terlalu budak waktu tu. Sungguh saya rindu mahu cium tangan dia bila bersalaman, mahu cium dahi, hidung dan kedua pipinya. Biar secengkung mana pun dia, biar sebanyak mana pun kedut pada kulit tua dia, saya tetap mahu cium.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maaf, dah sebak sangat. 11 tahun dia pergi tapi tak pernah tiap kali rindukan dia air mata ni tak keluar. Tak pernah lupa bila 9 Jun. Hari lahir Angah juga hari dia pergi. Tapi kali ni saya cuma ingat hari lahir Angah. Terlupa tentang dia. Mungkin dia mahu saya sentiasa ingatkan dia sebab tu dia datang dalam mimpi saya Subuh tadi.&amp;nbsp;Kakak rindu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dua pics kat atas tu bukan Hj. Md Zain Yusuf tau tapi Muhammad Arizwan Aziz. In case you just Google your name (like I always did when I was bored at office), hai Angah, kakak tau picture tu tak hemsem pun. Rasekan. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then 29th May lovely housemates buat surprise tapi dorang pulak yang macam surprise sebab saya tiba-tiba pakai dress bila dorang ajak pegi makan. Before ni selalu pakai jeans je. Haha. Well, saya kan dah besar jadi kene la jadi perempuan sikit. Tehee~ Actually takde idea nak merepek. Let's see the pictures. Btw, special thanks to my housemates yang susah payah buat plan depan mata tapi tu pun tak perasan. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : &lt;a href="http://ctdja.blogspot.com/2011/06/nak-bayar-hutang-cik-nurul-darling.html"&gt;Dija&lt;/a&gt;!!! Thanks for the entry. Heee. Okeh sekarang rindu kau.&lt;br /&gt;
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note : all pictures credit to our official photographer ok kidding bukan official photographer tapi photographer yang selalu kene paksa ambik gambar kitorang hahaha. Thanks to Mr. NazriAmin dan kameranya.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-3626494898436266631?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/3626494898436266631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=3626494898436266631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3626494898436266631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3626494898436266631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/06/cerita-tentang-dia.html' title='cerita tentang dia'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH52QiRMZwk/TfxseX9s7zI/AAAAAAAABD0/cHLP7b3j7qo/s72-c/254377_2033096674308_1450894738_2288725_292926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4659751608605834820</id><published>2011-06-16T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:30:18.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>Barney</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I got a lot to tell but where to start? Ok, let me watch Barney first. Not the purple Barney but it's Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother. He's adorable right? I mean his character of course. It will be great if I can be as bright as him EVERYDAY but unfortunately there's no such person in real life right and unfortunately he's a gay in real life. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;
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So let's start with work. After two consecutive weeks I've been busy with planning the layout for the plant shifting so this week after the shifting was done I seems to lost my direction. Ok no. I'm just&amp;nbsp;exaggerating. LOL. Actually I just help Kak Lin planned the layout for the shifting. Not to forget drew yellow line like is that also part of industrial engineer jobscope? But it was fun seriously though we sweat our body like hell and smell like you know, less nice. Tehee~&amp;nbsp;Kak Lin and Liew are great like I'm having an older sister and big brothers now including Chan which remind me when I was on my second day there, I sat behind the PC and heard someone asked Chan, "Where is your girl?" Haha sweet. Because Chan used to guide me before so that person called me Chan's girl. Not to forget Amir who really help us a lot but I can't avoid bullied him since I'm the youngest there so when I met someone the same age as me there I am kacau him doing his job.I'm sorry. Tehee~ And now since they have move the second plant into the first plant, so I got to know Lai and he seems nice too. Nicer than Chan really? Like when I accidentally kicked his drawer then he said, "Are you ok? Be careful aa" or when he saw me just standing anywhere then he'll told me to take the chair padahal of course I stand on purpose like laminating the paper or searching for something around the office.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait, I got two 'tehee~' there. Sounds like Nigahiga am I? Honestly I love to read my own blog. Haha. Self obsession or what Nurul? Yes whatever but the original purpose I write in here is for me to remember the moments I should remember. It is a diary but since I often feel like a psycho whenever I talk to myself in private diary (though I did that too sometimes so no biggie, people with private diaries) so that is why I write in here. As a writer, I rather choose to write in English even my English is not so good but at least I'm trying right? Practice make perfect, people. But as a reader of my own blog (LOL to myself) I often skip English entry and read the Malay one jadi jom tukar ke Bahasa Melayu sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jadi kalau nak cerita pasal semua orang dekat plant tu memang tak habis. Semua pun ada perangai masing-masing tapi semua pun peramah. Kadang-kadang ada yang terlebih peramah well biasa la perempuan kan main hazard dekat factory. Hehe. Jadi mari cerita pasal orang-orang terdekat yang selalu dengar Nurul merepek macam Kak Lin yang selalu terpaksa dengar ayat macam, "Akak, dah macam ada kenduri pulak. Orang sebelah sane tengah mesin kelapa, yang tu pasang pelamin, kita pulak tengah pasang khemah" padahal time tu operator tengah syok grinding segala part yang patut di grind, maintenance tengah gigih bukak dinding and kitorang bergelak ketawa buat yellow line. High imagination nak buat macam mane youlss. Kahkah. Lagi sape lagi yang selalu dengar I merepek? Eh, macam semua orang pun pernah dengar je except for supervisor, manager and GM yang dah berumur ataupun yang muda lagi tapi kira berumur la jugak memang la tak boleh nak merepek. Ape kau nak kene pelempang main-main tengah kerja?&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, a lot of my friends started to ask me about my special someone, some also tried to be the matchmaker. Haha. Bukan tak&amp;nbsp;appreciate keprihatinan and effort dorang. I really do. Rase macam everyone wants me to be happy. It just that I'm not ready yet. Having someone you can share your thoughts, problems and happiness are great but commitment can be tiring sometimes.&amp;nbsp;I just don't want to force it. I'll know when I found the right person for me. As for now, thanks but no thanks darlings. Mungkin dorang dah penat dengar I membebel or bercerita sepanjang hari kalau boleh mulut tak nak stop but believe me I'm not that talkative when I'm with the person I love. Malu. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sebenarnya nak cerita pasal motivation tadi tapi hari dah lewat, perut sedang kenyang, kepala dah penat jadi mari kita tido dulu. Bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4659751608605834820?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4659751608605834820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4659751608605834820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4659751608605834820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4659751608605834820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/06/barney.html' title='Barney'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4442245867386295279</id><published>2011-06-12T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:02:32.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>the wrong vibes</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see you, my heart always whisper it is the same body but there is different soul inside now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You're not him anymore so its not you that I miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4442245867386295279?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4442245867386295279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4442245867386295279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4442245867386295279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4442245867386295279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/06/wrong-vibes.html' title='the wrong vibes'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5755111396116563449</id><published>2011-06-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:01:00.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should I do when I miss you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5755111396116563449?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5755111396116563449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5755111396116563449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5755111396116563449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5755111396116563449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-should-i-do-when-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6330963738928948632</id><published>2011-05-30T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:16:35.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the doa and wishes. Really appreciate each of them so much. Hehe. Tiba-tiba buat ucapan kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, this 22 years old girl are currently going through some nightmares and some bitter reality. Not a good start, I know. I wanna share with all of you a sad love story. He hugged another girl in public. In front of thousands people. My friend who witness them told me the girl was crying at that time. I don't care the reason why that girl is crying. All I know is he is not a counselor to calm down any girls who were crying. And now I'm having a bad day. How do I feel? Jealous, resent and lazy. Broken heart? A little bit. Cho Kyuhyun, how come you hurt me like this. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, I got to go now. Suddenly got a mission to do. Kehkehkeh. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6330963738928948632?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6330963738928948632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6330963738928948632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6330963738928948632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6330963738928948632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/05/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5447236612909584483</id><published>2011-05-11T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:48:22.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><title type='text'>an advice</title><content type='html'>Hi girls,&lt;br /&gt;
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Here an advice. Don't be an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When you never change a system and so sudden you’re given that opportunity, it will be a great challenge and a big burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Moral of the story : Next time don’t frown the moment you wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sabar Nurul. Baru 1 plant, bukan 3 kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Baiklah. Kita sambung kerja …..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;esok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5447236612909584483?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5447236612909584483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5447236612909584483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5447236612909584483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5447236612909584483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/05/advice.html' title='an advice'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-3790608948633168816</id><published>2011-05-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:06:36.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>I'm thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for being busy that all of my pulses are use just to focus on this new thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm thankful that at last I feel happy just to think that I can remove that someone from my life so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
So soon.&lt;br /&gt;
Please pray for me everyone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-3790608948633168816?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/3790608948633168816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=3790608948633168816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3790608948633168816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3790608948633168816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m thankful'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-490725903916906612</id><published>2011-04-30T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:36:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick and random</title><content type='html'>1 - I think I've gain weight a lot. So time to control my diet now. Just hope there's nobody will force me to eat and there will no food seduce me by appear in front of me like suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 - I'll move out from Za'ba tonight. Sounds like PATI. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 - Dream Chronicles : The Book of Water free full version had been released. Can't wait!!! 19 minutes left to finish the download.&lt;br /&gt;
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4 - So once I move out from here there will no more internet for me. No more JARING UKM &lt;s&gt;yang lembab ke lembap?&lt;/s&gt; Unless my neighbour got wifi then I'll buat muka tak malu asked them for their password. Tehee~&lt;br /&gt;
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5 - Ada hikmah internship with Khazanah dulu cancel. Alhamdulillah. Allah know all HIS doing so no need to regret.&lt;br /&gt;
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6 - "There's nothing you can do bout it nee. Even a spell can do nothing bout that." I like the quote Nee. If only spells like in Harry Potter do exist.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's all I think. Don't miss me. Hehe. Perasan. K, bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-490725903916906612?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/490725903916906612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=490725903916906612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/490725903916906612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/490725903916906612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-and-random.html' title='quick and random'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8136927579783796357</id><published>2011-04-28T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:17:03.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><title type='text'>kertas terakhir</title><content type='html'>Malam tadi baru je sampai bilik umi call tanya dah sampai ke belum. Tak boleh nak cakap banyak sebab sebak tiba-tiba. Gedik ah. Pastu nak study tapi air mata asik nak keluar macam entah apa-apa entah lepas tu call umi lagi ngadu tak boleh study lepas tu nangis lagi. Nasib baik tak tercakap ayat keramat, "Nak balik rumah". Kalau tak memang pesen mengada-ngada la tu. Tak sampai 2 jam kat kolej dah homesick balik.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lepas tu paksa jugak study padahal dah tak tahu apa yang dibaca. Dalam hati cakap, "Takpe, komposit je". Ewah, macam berlagak betul bunyinya tapi sebenarnya walaupun ini paper major tapi soalan die biasanye senang dan kacang lagipun hello, buat tesis pasal komposit lepas tu tak boleh nak jawab jugak sia-sia la lintang pukang baca journal, sepahkan lab, tulis tesis tu semua. Tapi sebenarnya, ada hati kecil cakap paper kali ni soalan tak sekacang biasa. Mungkin dah jadi jagung agaknya. Jadi paksa juga diri sendiri study.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pagi tadi, masuk exam hall baru je duduk, pot pet siket dengan Mija kat depan and Zila kat belakang. Heh, time takde mood jangan harap nak bukak mulut tapi tadi tiba-tiba lepas 3 hari mulut tak terbukak sangat boleh back to normal cakap sampai dah masuk hall pun still tak nak stop. Tiba-tiba terpandang someone lepas tu cepat-cepat pusing belakang pandang Zila sampai pen dia nak terpelanting. Hahaha. Kesian Zila. Setelah tiga tahun di sini dan asyik dengar Zila cakap pasal klon entah-sape-name-mamat-tu-yang-berlakon-dalam-Dunia-Baru-season-1-yang-jadi-bf-Elyana tu. Eh, panjang bebeno, jap nak google.&lt;br /&gt;
Haa, Ryzal name die. So tibe-tibe dalam exam hall tadi baru first time nampak mamat yang dikatakan sangat innocent dan baik tersebut. Tapi I tengok macam Cristiano Ronaldo je. Ep, ep, jangan salah faham, saye tak suke die pun tapi hari tu stalk fb die. Ngahaha. Kantoi. Okeh, hari tu stalk fb die gune fb Zila tengok ramai gilerrrr la pompuan add die lepas tu stalk pulak formspring die, pehh ramai gilerrr la pompuan and anon yang tanya pasal ciri-ciri wanita idaman dia. Dia punya jawapan pulak pehh punye la bersopan santun berlapik. Lepastu kat part description tu dia cakap die akan jawab soalan-soalan yang mungkin akan ditanya Allah &amp;nbsp;kat akhirat esok lusa je. Pehh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eh, nak cerita benda lain sebenarnye tapi tercerita pasal mamat hot setaff yang menjadi tanda tanya kenapa dia jadi pujaan ramai pulak. Si Nisa dah on the way. Bai&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : Nee, get well soon. I mean, get well soon my Nee's heart. Love you. (sila terharu =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8136927579783796357?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8136927579783796357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8136927579783796357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8136927579783796357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8136927579783796357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/kertas-terakhir.html' title='kertas terakhir'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4599416102608183724</id><published>2011-04-26T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:47:59.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>perhaps maybe</title><content type='html'>Mungkin apa yang orang lain cakap itu salah.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin apa yang mereka harapkan itu juga salah.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin salah saya yang buat mereka nampak benda yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin salah saya yang salah faham.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin salah saya yang buat mereka berharap pada benda yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin salah saya yang lambat faham apa yang betul dan apa yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila semua orang asyik berkata, jangan menangis.&amp;nbsp;Mana mahu saya sorok bila dia mengalir juga?&amp;nbsp;Terpaksa lari sebab tak mahu ada yang melihat sedangkan saya paling perlukan bahu pada waktu-waktu sebegitu. Bahu yang diam, yang cuma tahu mengusap kepala saya tanpa sepatah kata walaupun basah lencun bahu tu dengan air mata.&amp;nbsp;Saya tahu, ramai yang sayang, ramai yang ambil berat.&amp;nbsp;Bila mereka berkata jangan menangis, bukan bermaksud mereka menghalang tapi berharap saya tak sakit. Tapi saya perempuan, fitrah saya dicipta sebegitu. Hati saya,,, hmm? Abaikan hati saya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mungkin betul apa orang lain kata.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin saya patut berhenti perlakukan sesetengah mereka sebegitu.&lt;br /&gt;
Mungkin saya patut buka sedikit ruang.&lt;br /&gt;
Tapi bagaimana kalau mereka rampas oksigen untuk saya bernafas bila ruang sudah terbuka nanti?&lt;br /&gt;
Bagaimana kalau mereka koyakkan ruang yang kecil tu menjadi besar?&lt;br /&gt;
Bagaimana kalau mereka runtuhkan dinding konkrit yang belum keras yang saya bina dengan susah payah?&lt;br /&gt;
Mereka mungkin semanis dan secomel anak patung beruang pada luarannya.&lt;br /&gt;
Tapi percayalah mereka boleh runtuhkan tembok paling kuat, memanjat benteng paling tinggi, pecahkan benda yang kenyal dan buat ia jadi serapuh tunggul kayu reput yang dah tak bernyawa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;
Aneh, saya tahu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saya takut, saya mahu lari. Lari dalam gelap tengah-tengah hujan tepi pantai berombak kuat. Biar dada saya tak sakit lagi tahan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blog ni macam pucat, putih tak bermaya kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4599416102608183724?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4599416102608183724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4599416102608183724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4599416102608183724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4599416102608183724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/perhaps-maybe.html' title='perhaps maybe'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7190129166111245145</id><published>2011-04-25T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:50:17.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>drolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVHtc2cNKEw/TbTvKCSV7NI/AAAAAAAABDw/shLHRnGuarg/s1600/tumblr_lk6be97e7u1qaofnyo1_501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVHtc2cNKEw/TbTvKCSV7NI/AAAAAAAABDw/shLHRnGuarg/s400/tumblr_lk6be97e7u1qaofnyo1_501.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nak ni, nak ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More to come. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_895913530"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_895913531"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-7190129166111245145?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/7190129166111245145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=7190129166111245145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7190129166111245145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7190129166111245145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/drolling.html' title='drolling'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVHtc2cNKEw/TbTvKCSV7NI/AAAAAAAABDw/shLHRnGuarg/s72-c/tumblr_lk6be97e7u1qaofnyo1_501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-9078065168008961442</id><published>2011-04-24T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:17:22.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cho KyuHyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>macam tertinggal bekalan okisgen padahal...</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila nak buat assignment baru sedar rupa-rupanya hari tu sengaja tinggal organizer kat bilik. Ye, walaupun dalam masa tak sampai 4 hari je lagi saya secara tak rasminya akan jadi alumni UKM tapi still ada assignment kene buat. Rare condition for rare people only macam&amp;nbsp;dinosaur&amp;nbsp;je yang dapat rasa hentaman meteorit macam tu la budak-budak material je yang rasa dapat assignment seminggu sebelum paper pertama. Rasa macam nak cakap padan muka kat diri sendiri sebab pemalas, buku kecik yang sebijik tu pun tak boleh nak masuk jugak dalam bag padahal text book calculus yang gedabak macam err macam text book calculus la, boleh pulak bawak balik. Jadi sekarang macam cacing kepanasan dah tak tentu arah tak tau macam mana nak buat. Dah la raw material kat dalam tu, raw draft pun kat dalam tu, sample fabrik pun dalam tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cakap pasal sample fabrik. Body kapal terbang tu raw material die just fabrik yang gulung-gulung tu je sebenarnye. Sample fabrik tu dah tertinggal so tak boleh la nak tunjuk kat sini. Kalau tak mesti lepas ni ramai orang rasa tak secure lagi bila naik kapal terbang. Bayangkan sample yang nipis boleh simpan dalam buku macam simpan daun kering dalam buku skrap tu yang tampung beban ape-ape jela benda yang membebankan at high pressure, high speed and extreme weather. Habis la sape yang selalu naik flight. Tak kisah la Air Asia ke Korean Air ke even BMW pun. Hahaha. &lt;i&gt;Eh, tak pasal-pasal nak takutkan orang. Lempang nak Nurul?&lt;/i&gt; Hihi. Kidding. Fabrik tu cukup kuat untuk tampung semua benda termasuklah bagasi anda yang mungkin mencecah 300 kg tu sebab shopping tak hengat kat obesea. Eh. Jadi jangan risau. &lt;i&gt;Masalahnya takde orang pun yang risau -_-"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tengah tunggu Ana emailkan note dia sebenarnya. Dah takde note sendiri terpaksa guna note orang lain untuk buat assignment padahal punya la cerewet selama ni tak suka baca note orang lain walaupun handwriting orang lain lagi cantik tak macam handwriting sendiri yang kadang-kadang diri sendiri tengok pun boleh mengucap panjang tak pun merungut dekat kawan sebelah tulisan lagi dasyat dari cakar ayam.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, tengok blog Ct Dja tetibe rase macam nak tukar blog jadi polka dot jugak. Tapi kak Faz jangan risau, confirm tak berpinau punye, sejuk mata memandang ade la. Hahaha. Saje buat statement nak kene sekeh dengan perempuan dalam proses jadi matang. Nak jadi matang, tak boleh marah-marah tau, kene sabar lagi-lagi dengan aku yang innocent ni. Eh, innocent? Tapi sebab tengah serabut dengan assignment ni, jadi tangguh dulu. Just tukar desktop je. Kejap-kejap nak capture screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBWVA5imQyc/TbRAIuvK_VI/AAAAAAAABC0/SJEmvOBjbMk/s1600/desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBWVA5imQyc/TbRAIuvK_VI/AAAAAAAABC0/SJEmvOBjbMk/s400/desktop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Omel tak kaler desktop ite? Omel kan, omel kan? Dah tak pink lagi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nee, spot how many Kyu was there. Tehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clPHbAX2fDg/TbRCEOjzqsI/AAAAAAAABC4/OUgVF-ykPVA/s1600/desktop2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clPHbAX2fDg/TbRCEOjzqsI/AAAAAAAABC4/OUgVF-ykPVA/s400/desktop2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's another one. Tapi pic tu terpaksa ditukar lepas dapat komen dari semua orang termasuk Ira yang bermata kecik tu. Orang tengok muke la bukan baju. Haih, nampaknya saya sorang je la berfikiran suci. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, macam dah takde kerja lain gigih pegi capture screen desktop. Sambung buat assignment balik. Actually nak cerita benda lain sebenarnye tapi next time la, tak ready lagi. Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-9078065168008961442?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/9078065168008961442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=9078065168008961442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/9078065168008961442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/9078065168008961442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/macam-tertinggal-bekalan-okisgen.html' title='macam tertinggal bekalan okisgen padahal...'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBWVA5imQyc/TbRAIuvK_VI/AAAAAAAABC0/SJEmvOBjbMk/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4128381784917456620</id><published>2011-04-21T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:32:20.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>wednesdei</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, I'm Nurul and this is a story about my Wednesday. According to my dictionary, Wednesday is origin of a word; wednesdie. Which if you have enough time to be waste like mine (though my Human Geology's paper is at 12 tomorrow), you will notice that wednesdie could be combination of madness and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always hate Wednesday. So what I did on my Wednesday this time? Nothing much, but enough to makes me exhausted to death. Today I got another tan for my hand. Yes, my hand. Do you know how it look like when I put my hand near my legs? Macam taik cicak. I can't believe how I can keep worrying about my stripy hand for past 3 weeks and forget that I just need to apply some whitening lotion then it will get back to normal in just a week. I think I sounds annoying right now. Let me, let me be annoying!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, few minutes after I reached Za'ba-hot-to-go, the rain started to pour heavily. Hmm, is it like a dog chasing a cat? Tehee~ Ok, lame joke. Just imagine sand storm in &lt;s&gt;dessert&lt;/s&gt; desert with some lightning and thunder as the sound effect and background. Then, when I tried to reach my room as soon as I can, there come the bidai, you know the thing made of bamboo that people put near the window,&amp;nbsp;flew just like the dragon in Gringotts Wizarding Bank tried to escape from the bank dungeons and I can see the bidai tell me, "You better back off crazy girl. I'm going to hit you if you dare to pass through me". Evil bidai. I hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got back to my room safely after so much drama on the way. Then few hours later I realize that I have sooo many matter to be settle before 8pm today. So there I am, keep thinking on how could I settle all of those. Which one should I do first, the budget, the time and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go back home tomorrow and come to think about it, I wish I'm still a 5 years old girl. Being an adult is very tiring. I know, there are still a lot I need to face but I already tired to be&amp;nbsp;courageous and&amp;nbsp;independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna read Harry Potter 7th book now. Bai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4128381784917456620?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4128381784917456620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4128381784917456620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4128381784917456620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4128381784917456620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/wednesdei.html' title='wednesdei'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4057335472828026050</id><published>2011-04-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:38:20.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>kata orang dan orang kata</title><content type='html'>Nak diikutkan kata orang dan orang kata, sampai bila pun kita takkan puaskan hati semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Macam mak suruh jadi engineer sebab jadi lawyer nanti terpaksa tanggung dosa kalau tersalah bela.&lt;br /&gt;
Lepas tu cikgu cakap tipikal sangat jadi engineer tu. Jadi la businessman, sendiri jadi tokey, sendiri jadi kuli. Semua position pun dapat rasa.&lt;br /&gt;
Orang ramai kata jadi engineer tu susah, belajar susah, kerja pun susah. Tapi belajar apa yang mudah? Kerja apa yang senang?&lt;br /&gt;
Akhir kata jadi la pelakon, nanti boleh pegang macam-macam watak. Orang gila, CEO company besar, semua boleh jadi.&lt;br /&gt;
Eh, tak, tak. Main-main je.&lt;br /&gt;
Cuma nak cakap,&lt;br /&gt;
Saya nak jadi&amp;nbsp;astronaut, lawyer, engineer, businesswoman and the latest is event planner.&lt;br /&gt;
Macam best. Ok, sape nak jadi partner saya?&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : Kenapa entry aku dah lebih kurang macam kau ni Dja?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4057335472828026050?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4057335472828026050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4057335472828026050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4057335472828026050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4057335472828026050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/kata-orang-dan-orang-kata.html' title='kata orang dan orang kata'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7645730547152811165</id><published>2011-04-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:46:26.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>Farhana Afri</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;
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Okeh Fana kau patut bangga aku letak nama kau as tajuk (padahal tak tau nak letak tajuk ape). Jadi kenapa tiba-tiba nama &lt;a href="http://farhanaafri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farhana Afri&lt;/a&gt; nak kene jadi tajuk hari ni? Kenapa tak letak nama Ct Dja jiran depan dia? Sebab....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfV9wRAkZhQ/Tag6dFoUuzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2qqMlxvdIL4/s1600/One_Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfV9wRAkZhQ/Tag6dFoUuzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2qqMlxvdIL4/s1600/One_Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dia bagi saya ini. Time kasih Cik Fana. Semoga cepat kawen. Eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Siap ade rules bagai tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rule #2 Share 7 random things about yourself (rase macam salin soalan exam sebab takde idea nak jawab. Ngehehe)&lt;br /&gt;
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1- Kalau orang tanye umo berapa mesti cakap 21 sebab belum masuk bulan 5 lagi jadi umo tetap 21 tak boleh cakap 22.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 - Mak bagi name Nurul Wahidah tapi kat sekolah cikgu panggil Wahidah, kat matriks cikgu panggil Nurul, kat UKM ade lecturer panggil Nurul ade panggil Wahidah, ade lecturer tak panggil pape sebab tak tau name dan tak glamor macam student yang masuk bertanding untuk pilihan raya. Ade orang panggil Wawa, Yuyu like-oh-ewww-saye-tak-suke-name-name-tu-kenapa-nak-doublekan-nama-saya, Iman (sekarang nama ni dah makin merebak macam wabak tapi tak tau sebab apa die merebak). Eh lupe nak cakap mak dengan ayah panggil Kak Yu kadang-kadang Kak Ayu dengan harapan saya jadi ayu macam perempuan Melayu. Kadang-kadang kakak. Orang-orang yang saya menyampah panggil saya Edah dah la aku menyampah dengan kau pastu panggil aku name yang aku paling menyampah pulak. No offense orang yang nama Edah.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 - Suke makan. Rasa tak secure kalau kat dalam storage box takde makanan. Jadi jangan ditanya kenapa di mata anda saya nampak besar. Itu mungkin ilusi optik semata-mata atau anda kene pakai spek mata.&lt;br /&gt;
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4 - Cepat sejuk. Orang lain boleh tidur tanpa selimut even speed kipas 3 tapi saya akan masuk dalam selimut macam kura-kura masukkan kepala dalam cengkerang.&lt;br /&gt;
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5 - Lately suka typo bila taip mesej sampai orang terpaksa buat-buat paham walaupun tak paham untuk jaga hati lalu jadi la kes sendiri buat lawak, sendiri yang gelak padahal orang lain terpinga-pinga. Obes jadi ibes. cheer jadi chewr like seriously Nurul boleh tak guna keypad instead of keyboard. Lately jugak suka cakap dengan Didi sebelum tido. Gile macam psiko rasenye. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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6 - Mudah sangat maafkan orang sampai semua orang cakap saya baik sangat. Saya bukan baik tapi mungkin berhati lembut macam kulit saya. Ngahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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7 - Sekarang tengah lapar. Erk, nak makan ape eh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Rule #3 boleh skip tak? Tehee~~ Rule #4 nanti saye buat keh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sangat-sangat-sangat-sangat menyampah dengan sesetengah lelaki. Boleh tak jangan call pukul 3,4 pagi lepas tu tanya tengah buat apa. Mungkin tak pernah kene pelangkung dengan botol kicap agaknya dan teringin sangat nak merasa sebab tu tanya soalan macam tu. Lepas tu kalau dah berpuluh kali call tapi masih tak berjawab adekah dia tak boleh paham mungkin handphone dalam keadaan silent dan tak mungkin tuan punya phone tu akan jawab atau mungkin mula-mula tak silent tapi bila dia call tuan phone terus silent sebab tak nak dengar bunyi phone sendiri yang bakal berbunyi berpuluh-puluh kali lagi. Dan kenapa nak hantar mesej setiap hari walaupun tahu takkan dibalas lepas tu lagi mau tanya 3,4 kali kenapa diam. Betul kata Zila, manusia ni bila dah tau kaunter nak tutup, time tu baru nak buat urusan. Lagi kita tak berminat, lagi dikejar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okeh lega sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Terima Kasih kerana membaca. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-7645730547152811165?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/7645730547152811165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=7645730547152811165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7645730547152811165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7645730547152811165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/farhana-afri.html' title='Farhana Afri'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfV9wRAkZhQ/Tag6dFoUuzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2qqMlxvdIL4/s72-c/One_Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-1450823104438635919</id><published>2011-04-11T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:00:08.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>he made my day</title><content type='html'>So, my first paper is about to start in few hours more but what am I doing in front of blogger.com right now? Well, who can't bear with super funny cute matluthfi, put your hand down. Look, seems nobody can afford to ignore his video right? Tehee~~&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gLibXyr8LgA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hampa tau dak apa sebenaqnya dalam redbull yang bagi tenaga untuk kita?&lt;br /&gt;
Dalam redbull sebenaqnya ada roh binatang ni.&lt;br /&gt;
~~~roh binatang~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
~~~roh mak hampa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
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Ngahahaha, thats epic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, gtg now. Need to repeat that vid sampai muntah. Toodle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh btw, have a nice day people and wish me all the best for my paper. Eh, tak study sibuk nak orang wish all the best -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-1450823104438635919?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/1450823104438635919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=1450823104438635919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1450823104438635919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/1450823104438635919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-made-my-day.html' title='he made my day'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gLibXyr8LgA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4182004386391443079</id><published>2011-04-10T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:42:45.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonjeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>our last trip together</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak tunggu semua pics sebenarnya baru nak buat entry ni tapi semua orang tak reti-reti nak upload kat Facebook. Maybe dah tau niat I nak curi pics mereka lalu tempek dekat blog lepas tu letak caption merapu-rapu ataupun mungkin semua orang tengah busy study untuk Corrosion Control hari Isnin ni. Jadi sebagai budak yang sangat suka study last minute lepas tu emo sorang-sorang, I terpaksa buat entry ni menggunakan pics yang ada dalam handphone I dulu sebab nanti peram lame-lame dah takde mood nak menaip. Lalu nanti bila tiba-tiba Facebook dah kene tutup ataupun dah tak glamour lagi, dah tak boleh tengok pics tersebut lagi. Jadi kalau dah letak kat sini sekurang-kurangnya masih boleh tengok bila dah tua nanti. Eh, tapi kalau blogspot pulak yang ditutup? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;
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So, malas nak menaip dan pilih gambar sebenarnya sebab tak sabar nak sambung study (tipu) jadi terima saja apa yang ditempek di sini samada buruk atau busuk, itu semua ditonton dengan risiko sendiri. Harap maklum.&lt;br /&gt;
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VIVA&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yours truly selepas dihentam teruk dengan soalan basic-tapi-tu-pun-tak-boleh-jawab macam soalan awak letak gula lagi banyak dari milo kenapa nak panggil tu air milo, suppose dia jadi air gula la. Ce teka I tengah buat ape? Yeay, dah boleh main game. Orang lain dah kene hentam terus down to earth, tapi ni pesen tak reti nak insap walaupun dah down, terus sambung main game. Before presentation lagi la. Orang laen duk sebok ketaq lutut, tangan macam kene rendam dalam ais, dia dok sibuk berpot pet. Lepas tu time present, intro lagi dah kene, terus lupa karangan dalam otak lalu terpaksa baca slide sahaja. Tapi kalau kat slide tu cuma ada graf semata-mata sekarang bagitau apa sebenarnya yang I baca hari tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, dah ngantuk. Tido dulu. Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4182004386391443079?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4182004386391443079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4182004386391443079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4182004386391443079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4182004386391443079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-last-trip-together.html' title='our last trip together'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Chyw_X7xnNc/TaCIEjxAKiI/AAAAAAAABCA/2BG9zeYPCqE/s72-c/Photo-0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-2673787639204621977</id><published>2011-04-04T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T03:19:32.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>hectic April</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum....&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak walk in wardrobe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EOAWVIsSI8/TAhvR9xL7RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/avEz6s5zk6w/s1600/decorpad+walk+in+closet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EOAWVIsSI8/TAhvR9xL7RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/avEz6s5zk6w/s320/decorpad+walk+in+closet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More or less like this tapi yang ni macam kedai baju pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.archiexpo.com/images_ae/photo-g/sliding-door-for-walk-in-wardrobe-62170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://img.archiexpo.com/images_ae/photo-g/sliding-door-for-walk-in-wardrobe-62170.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes,&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;like this but a little pink please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Just like her boyfriend, I think April going to be my enemy too. Ooo emm jayyy, why don't I realize it earlier? April had been my silent killer since last year!!! Ok, cut the crap off.&lt;br /&gt;
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So tomorrow. Hei, hei, takde mood nak berbahasa Inggeris sekarang. Selalu berbahasa Inggeris hanya bila marah tapi sekarang bukan setakat marah, seteress, duateress dan rumah teres. Ok tak lawak Nurul -_-".&lt;br /&gt;
Jadi esok, eh bukan esok. Less than three &lt;s&gt;hours&lt;/s&gt;. Bajet ah less than three to macam heart shape. Girls nowadays, imagination tinggi sangat. Haih. &amp;lt;3 that certainly not a heart. Duh. Apa kau cuba sampaikan sekarang ni Nurul? Nak emo, emo sorang-sorang tapi jangan buat orang lain pun pening.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baiklah, 8.30am kejap lagi saya ada VIVA. Bukan tiba-tiba dapat kereta VIVA baru tanpa merayu-rayu dengan emak, bukan. Tapi ce sebut VIVA tu jadi vaiva. Heh, setiap tahun budak-budak tahun akhir terpaksa explain pada orang ramai apa itu VIVA. Viva tu (dah malas nak capslock) thesis presantation. Jangan tanya kenapa dipanggil viva sebab I tak kaji lagi. Maybe sebab nak nampak demm gila hebat sebut viva so tak nak sebut presentation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, Wikipedia cakap viva tu asal dari perkataan Latin &lt;i&gt;viva voce&lt;/i&gt; (live voice). Kirenya oral exam untuk thesis la. Gigih gila pegi Google. &amp;nbsp;Padahal sebelum ni tak terfikir pun. Tapi kan dah cakap ianya disebut viva hanya semata-mata untuk kelihatan hebat di mata warga tua terutamanya emak di rumah. Macam &lt;i&gt;Anura Ranidae&lt;/i&gt; la padahal katak puuunn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dah melalut sampai ke katak pula. Selalunya dalam keadaan macam ni boleh taip blog without stop lama-lama untuk fikir ayat. Just stop untuk Google ape itu viva je. Yang lain semua taip ikut suka hati dan pengetahuan am yang sedia ada. Kalau la pengetahuan am sedia ada tu boleh digunakan time viva esok alangkah indahnya donia ini. Tapi malangnya cari jurnal sampai terpaksa bukak Facebook dan Twitter berselang seli sebab kecewa takde jurnal yang dicari untuk membantu menambahkan pengetahuan yang ada. Esok kena hentam, takkan nak cakap pasal nama saintifik untuk katak? Eh, dah confuse. I budak material ke budak bio?&lt;br /&gt;
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Lepas tu ngengade nak bagitau semue orang esok viva. Lepas tu dapat banyak ucapan khas contoh macam Dja buat, lepas tu nak demand lebih-lebih suruh Dja tukar ucapan. Memang patut Dja rase nak buat background lagu German instead of France. LOL. Macam takde kaitan. Memang attention seeker punye orang. Heh. Lepas tu sempat pulak tu berangan nak walk in wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baiklah, kene pergi tidur sekarang kalau nak jadi orang instead of panda bear esok. Tak sabar nak habiskan viva (padahal tak ready pon), lepas tu mengadap assignment presentation komposit, lepas tu pergi kilang, lepas tu exam sambil repair thesis, jilid thesis, hantar thesis dan submit assignment komposit. Sekarang cubo bagitau colah mano den nak setadi? Celah bedah?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-2673787639204621977?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/2673787639204621977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=2673787639204621977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2673787639204621977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2673787639204621977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/hectic-april.html' title='hectic April'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecmh9d3JrB4/ShfTMjodP6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/R8bsWmxfVYA/s72-c/hannah-montana-image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8891259345812932433</id><published>2011-04-03T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:55:13.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><title type='text'>the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPaeJZMTF0U/TZddKaXB-yI/AAAAAAAABB4/WTflSbgS5Uo/s1600/tumblr_lfv4ka5vjp1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPaeJZMTF0U/TZddKaXB-yI/AAAAAAAABB4/WTflSbgS5Uo/s1600/tumblr_lfv4ka5vjp1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Dja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8891259345812932433?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8891259345812932433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8891259345812932433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8891259345812932433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8891259345812932433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth.html' title='the truth?'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPaeJZMTF0U/TZddKaXB-yI/AAAAAAAABB4/WTflSbgS5Uo/s72-c/tumblr_lfv4ka5vjp1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5415011887892788504</id><published>2011-03-30T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:30:02.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><title type='text'>reminiscing the good old days part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buat-buat fokus pada cikgu dihadapan padahal mata asyik menjeling ke luar tingkap. Malu-malu dengan orang diluar asyik mengetuk-ngetuk cermin yang ditutup menghadang wajah. Bimbang lekukan senyuman di bibir dilihat dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila bunyi ketukan hilang, dengar pula suara bernyanyi-nyanyi riang di tangga hadapan kelas. Oh, itu lagu kegemaran dia ke? Ye, pasti lagu itu ditujukan untuk aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, tu cerita versi budak perempuan tingkatan 3 yang berumur 15 tahun serta langsung tak matured lagi dan sedang gatal. Apa kata versi perempuan berusia (hoi, dah berusia dah) 21 tahun pula?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cikgu Fatimah duk kalut mengajar Sejarah kat depan, dia kalut jeling-jeling koridor bila orang kat luar ketuk-ketuk tingkap kat sebelah. Tingkap tu memang la tertutup, tapi sengaja tak tutup rapat. Nanti boleh la orang luar mengintai walaupun nampak sikit je tapi ok la dari tak nampak langsung kan. Gatal. Boleh Cikgu Fatimah tengah ajar sejarah negeri Melaka, dia duk sengih sorang-sorang. Apa yang kelakarnya cerita Cikgu Fatimah tu? Sah la budak tu tengah angau. Cis, angau. Geli lah weh form 3 dah nak angau. Baju sekolah pun mak yang basuhkan lagi. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila bunyi tingkap dah takde, tiba-tiba dengar suara sengau kat atas tangga menyanyi-nyanyi. Bingit. Tapi aduh, suara sumbang macam tu pun dikatanya lunak. Telinga dah berapa tahun tak korek entah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stalk fb cinta lama (ok geli macam sotong lembik baru naik dari laut) kadang-kadang best jugak. Nak add jangan harap. Jangan buat-buat tak ingat last time contact adalah sebab current girlfrend dia time tu tiba-tiba call dan bertanya siapa Nurul. Lepas tu terus mengaku, "Saya dah ada boyfriend. Kenapa awak tanya saya siapa Nurul padahal itu nama saya tapi saya langsung dah takde kena mengena dengan boyfriend awak lagi?." Cis, kemain kau lemah lembut dan bertenang jawab soalan girlfriend yang jeles ni walaupun suara dia dah macam, hei-kau-tau-tak-aku-bekas-ahli-sumo-nak-lawan-jom-padang-ah. Jadi jangan tanya kenapa tak boleh add dia. Nak mati di tangan ahli sumo kah? Eh, tapi rasanya seminggu lepas tu dorang break up kot. Abaikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu kau dapat pulak kawan baik yang kepala toing toing sepesen jenis suka gelakkan perangai diri sendiri time baru akil baligh dulu. Lalu keluar la ayat-ayat ermm kalau nak cakap mengumpat tu boleh la kot. "Dia belajar kat *#&amp;amp;% sekarang. (dah tengok info kat fb tu lagi nak mention dekat kawan jugak padahal dua-dua dah siap open new tab page yang sama. Duh)."Weh, pendek nyewww. Macam mana aku boleh suka?", "Perut dia boroi doh sekarang", "Cis, dah la control macho. Bajet hemsem ah. Camtu pon kau suka", "Kemain kutuk padahal dulu kentut pun wangi", "Wangi ah cam bau Paris Hilton". Tiba-tiba Paris Hilton pun kena. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never regret what I did during my school time because that what makes me laugh today. Bila lagi nak merasa buat perangai budak form 3 kalau bukan time form 3 kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang dah tak boleh lari-lari keliling sekolah kena kejar dengan ustaz sebab ustaz suruh pergi solat jemaah kat surau tapi degil konon adik-adik form 1 tak reti&amp;nbsp;hygiene stokin bau udang kering. Lari-lari kejar bas&amp;nbsp;sebab nak cop tempat duduk dah tak peduli kawan-kawan tertinggal kat belakang tapi automatik boleh brek mengejut siap ada sound effect bila tengok crush berjalan dengan tenang ditemani kawan-kawan. Boleh tak bayang dia punya effect bunga-bunga kat tepi frame tu? Macam Boy over Flower tak? Cis, tiba-tiba rasa loya. Puii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang dah tak boleh jalan-jalan round sekolah time rehat buat muka diva sampai budak-budak perempuan lain hangin. Dah tak boleh melawat ayam belanda garang depan bengkel Kemahiran Hidup sambil jadikan isu bila ayam belanda tu nak bertelur sebagai topik utama -_-". Entah hidup lagi ke tak ayam belanda garang tu. Dah tak boleh lastik punggung cikgu Biologi lepas tu buat-buat innocent sampai semua budak laki kena denda sebab cikgu suspek perangai jahat macam tu memang budak laki punya kerja. Dah tak boleh ponteng kelas tambahan lepas tu kena denda ramai-ramai round padang sekolah. Kadang-kadang kalau agak berani sikit, buat muka tak bersalah masuk kelas lepas tu boo budak-budak lain yang kena denda dari tingkap kelas -_-". Dah tak boleh lalu depan disiplin dua tiga kali semata-mata nak betulkan tudung kat cermin gedabak depan bilik disiplin tu. Motip pegi letak cermin besar depan bilik disiplin? Letak sebelah toilet takde la kecik hati sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, past is past. Life must go on but sometimes we have to look back to remember what we've went through. Sekarang kita bukan lagi budak form 3 yang boleh buat perangai budak form 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, bai. Nak buat slide presentation untuk tesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5415011887892788504?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5415011887892788504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5415011887892788504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5415011887892788504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5415011887892788504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/reminiscing-good-old-days-part-1.html' title='reminiscing the good old days part 1'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-2308035049664341588</id><published>2011-03-29T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:23:26.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><title type='text'>back off</title><content type='html'>Bila hati sakit, asyik meminta-minta telefon ditutup. Biar terasing dari dunia. Biar tenggelam dalam air mata. Biar hilang penat yang dirasa. Tapi akal tak pernah mendengar kata hati. Jangan katanya. Itu perasaan semata-mata. Jangan pentingkan perasaan dari urusan-urusan yang lain. Jadi apa mahu dibuat bila urusan-urusan lain itu yang buat hati penat?&lt;br /&gt;
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Heiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, nak grad pun susah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak tido sampai pagi esok. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-2308035049664341588?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/2308035049664341588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=2308035049664341588&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2308035049664341588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2308035049664341588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-off.html' title='back off'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8239802617030900392</id><published>2011-03-25T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:18:43.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><title type='text'>childish</title><content type='html'>Kadang-kadang tak sedar diri sendiri tiba-tiba boleh bertukar jadi budak-budak bila dengan orang yang kita tahu kita boleh harapkan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Macam hari ni&lt;br /&gt;
"Kenapa journal lain punya graf ada peak yang macam bukit tu? Tapi Nurul punya macam bukit runtuh je?".&lt;br /&gt;
Bila dah kena gelak baru perasan, eh peak macam bukit runtuh? Kau belajar Geologi ke apa? -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8239802617030900392?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8239802617030900392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8239802617030900392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8239802617030900392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8239802617030900392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/childish.html' title='childish'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-498591434559809220</id><published>2011-03-24T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:38:05.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>smokers make me sick</title><content type='html'>Yes, dah selalu sangat blog ni jadi tempat lepaskan geram. Memang macam ni la padahnya bila nak berlakon cool kat luar padahal dalam hati mendidih bagai nak rak. Jadi apa yang buat saya hangin satu badan malam ni.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oPvmCZRNkWs/TYpG6hs49YI/AAAAAAAABBw/MXq36P9-_7Y/s1600/cats1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oPvmCZRNkWs/TYpG6hs49YI/AAAAAAAABBw/MXq36P9-_7Y/s400/cats1.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, tak pasal-pasal nak butthurt. Like hello, makan cili ke? Sape suruh makan weh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lepas tu nak up status suruh semua perempuan yang tak suka smokers pegi bunuh diri. Sape yang tengah bunuh diri sebenarnya sekarang ni? Ni tengah kempen ke apa? Bunuh diri + bunuh orang lain sambil menjana pendapatan negara. Baru tau ada jugak pekdah nya smoking ni rupanya. Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do&amp;nbsp;appreciate smokers yang kalau nak merokok, dia pegi main jauh-jauh dulu baru merokok. Well, bukan appreciate sangat macam appreciate cincin kahwin platinum taruk berlian 2.00 karat kat atas tu tapi at least dia tak hembus asap rokok tu depan muka orang lain sambil buat muka mintak penampar 80 kali. Paling tak tahan orang lain sibuk nak makan nasik, kau sebok nak bagi orang lain makan asap. Eh, sedap sangat makan nasik ada ulam asap rokok ni. Kenyang sangattt. Heh, memang tak la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Abaikan comment yang second tu. Pak cik tu memang suka cari pasal walau di mana dia. Hobi katanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok nak pergi tido. Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-498591434559809220?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/498591434559809220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=498591434559809220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/498591434559809220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/498591434559809220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/smokers-make-me-sick.html' title='smokers make me sick'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-clWgdTBHpg8/TYpG4784tRI/AAAAAAAABBs/RPJ5NkBtpYw/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8534118762261714434</id><published>2011-03-21T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:04:12.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gergeous weekend with gorgeous girlfriends</title><content type='html'>Takde idea nak buat karangan sebenarnya. Tapi bila tengok balik pics time weekend hari tu, tak boleh nak setop senyum. Susah nak tahan ketawa. Salahkan perempuan-perempuan bernama Elena Najib bukan nama sebenar dan Noridayu Ismail memang nama sebenar yang asyik buat ai gelak guling-guling sampai tak cukup nafas, batuk-batuk dan mengalami masalah lenguh-lenguh rahang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really big hugs to them who give me reasons to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-sincere-smile.html"&gt;smile and laugh sincerely&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3NrOb1HvPl0/TYYoAdIwQaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/t7j-RHXxkH0/s1600/DSC01489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3NrOb1HvPl0/TYYoAdIwQaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/t7j-RHXxkH0/s400/DSC01489.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pillow talk dengan perempuan yang mempunyai masalah gigi yang sama ini sampai 7.00am. 3.00am tutup lampu konon-konon nak tidur tapi lepas tu tiba-tiba asyik dengar suara sumbang masing-masing menyumbangkan masalah sambil terkekek-kekek dalam gelap ketawakan evolusi dan variasi perangai lagi 5 orang best friends yang tak tahu menahu diri mereka sedang diketawakan. Lepas tu terbongkang tidur sampai lewat tengahari. Eh, lewat tengahari? Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9hC9-cIg1E/TYb4Tp_j8II/AAAAAAAABBo/870o-QdiYEc/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="46" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9hC9-cIg1E/TYb4Tp_j8II/AAAAAAAABBo/870o-QdiYEc/s400/cats.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. Pic asal terpaksa di remove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, tak ingat pic ni dapat approval dari Elena Najib ke tak tapi saya nak letak jugak sebab eh, er, sebab saya kelihatan innocent dalam pic ni. Ok, saya memang suka perasan innocent so what? Nanti kalau dia mengamuk sebab dia nampak macam gengster kampung sebelah Kampung Pisang nanti saya delete lah balik. Ni pukul berapa ni Na? Kita bersiap nak pegi mana eh? Dah lupa la *pandang tempat lain konon macam berfikir dan musykil dengan diri sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8534118762261714434?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8534118762261714434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8534118762261714434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8534118762261714434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8534118762261714434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/gergeous-weekend.html' title='gergeous weekend with gorgeous girlfriends'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3NrOb1HvPl0/TYYoAdIwQaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/t7j-RHXxkH0/s72-c/DSC01489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-5489424626298520682</id><published>2011-03-18T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:22:30.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>of Kim Heechul and his twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sXpi5YwxShg/TYLOtRATsMI/AAAAAAAABBI/kekickgb5zg/s1600/heetweet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="55" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sXpi5YwxShg/TYLOtRATsMI/AAAAAAAABBI/kekickgb5zg/s400/heetweet.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dah March rupanya. March pun jahat jugak. Kenapa tak nak tunggu lagi setahun? T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-5489424626298520682?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/5489424626298520682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=5489424626298520682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5489424626298520682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/5489424626298520682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/hati-menangis.html' title='of Kim Heechul and his twitter'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sXpi5YwxShg/TYLOtRATsMI/AAAAAAAABBI/kekickgb5zg/s72-c/heetweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-6640601112258898855</id><published>2011-03-18T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T04:36:02.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>merapu makan ikan kerapu</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;
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Selagi tak habis sem ni sila expect perkataan tesis akan muncul dalam setiap entry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rajin pulak update blog dua tiga hari ni. Nampak sangat la memang kerja mengadap laptop je 24/7. Terasa diri sendiri sangat loser di situ. Dah la orang lain bahagia pegi dinner pon dia lagi sanggup duduk berkepam dalam bilik. Salahkan tesis. Yes, selagi ada benda yang boleh disalahkan, kita salahkan saje. Adat Melayu memang macam tu. Kata orang tua-tua, adat perlu dijunjung. Jadi hari ni kitew nak cerita halangan-halangan dalam menyiapkan penulisan tesis dan apa budak perempuan average macam saya akan buat bila terpaksa mengadap laptop untuk jangkamasa yang panjang bagi menyiapkan tesis................ ataupun assignment. Damn, tiba-tiba teringat assignment komposit tak sentuh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 - Facebook dan Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;
On laptop, online dengan alasan nak cari journal, bukak Facebook kejap. Kejappp je nak main City Ville kejap. Lepas tu bukak Twitter pulak. Scroll sampai bawah baca semua tweet, nak tweet jugak la. Taip panjang-panjang, maynnn, tak cukup space. Kau ingat Twitter tu blog ke ape Nurul? Padam, padam, padam. Tak reti la nak tekan control-A lepas tu delete. Nak jugak delete setiap perkataan tu satu-satu. Teliti yuolss. Taip lagi. Tiba-tiba rasa macam isu tu dah tak relevan. Padam, padam, padam. Terfikir tweet yang lain. Taip, taip, taip. Eh, macam tak patut nak tweet benda tu. Ok, give up. Tutup web browser. Bukak tesis pulak. Eh, nak cari journal. Bukak web browser, bukak VTSL. Bukak blog -_-"&lt;br /&gt;
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2 - Makan dan bermain bersama webcam.&lt;br /&gt;
Ada orang bising suruh siap cepat pergi makan. Hoh, baru nak fokus writing tiba-tiba ajak makan pulak. Takpe, tesis boleh tunggu. Kesihatan dan kepentingan perut kena jaga. Siap lebih kurang eh kena tunggu pulak lagi 10 minit. Macam takde time lain nak pegi isi minyak. Godek-godek laptop. 10 minit orang Melayu, kita siap boleh main mahjong 2 rounds. Sukew taww. Sabo je la. Bukak webcam pulak dan......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KmoB9UlOIvs/TYJkjcw5EeI/AAAAAAAABA8/-jlguYd9UGI/s1600/Snapshot_20110317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KmoB9UlOIvs/TYJkjcw5EeI/AAAAAAAABA8/-jlguYd9UGI/s320/Snapshot_20110317.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoi hitam sungguh cardigan, tudung, mata dan muka. Tiba-tiba rasa nak pakai lens. What colour will suit me? Oh, biru kot tak pun hijau. Bahaha. *smirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DhYte2EkIaE/TYJlvoZHE4I/AAAAAAAABBA/fIW-_5mpVqc/s1600/Snapshot_20110317_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DhYte2EkIaE/TYJlvoZHE4I/AAAAAAAABBA/fIW-_5mpVqc/s400/Snapshot_20110317_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tak, masalahnya apa masalah kau sekarang Nurul. Bajet meratapi kehilangan lesung pipit padahal dah berpipi kembung macam tu celah mana lesung pipit nak keluar. Dah la salah side. Tiba-tiba (tiba-tiba lagi. Memang entry ni penuh kejutan) terasa diri seperti kanak-kanak berumur 17 tahun. Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QP8h6U838zc/TYJm0WsTC0I/AAAAAAAABBE/ICUDu9NUoKo/s1600/Snapshot_20110317_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QP8h6U838zc/TYJm0WsTC0I/AAAAAAAABBE/ICUDu9NUoKo/s400/Snapshot_20110317_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, sekarang dah tau apa motif gambar kat atas. Nampak jerawat godang tu. Dah la senyum tak ikhlas . Eh, gambar pasport ke apa ni? Eh, pipi senget sebelah. Eh, mana lesung pipit? Eh, gigi macam berbraces macam Redza Minhat la lalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CoulcoTiLV0/TRjYQmMMVeI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5DNw2SewvWI/s1600/maj_pisau+cukur00031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CoulcoTiLV0/TRjYQmMMVeI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5DNw2SewvWI/s400/maj_pisau+cukur00031.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang ni dak tak pakai braces lagi dah. Tapi nak tempek jugak sebab &lt;s&gt;gatal&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;nampak macam Jericho Rosales. Berapa kali entah tengok Pisau Cukur sebab dah confuse mane lagi handsome. Redza ke Aaron. Hahaha. Ok, dah terkeluar dari sub topik nombor 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lepas makan buat muka sedih bila dah nak sampai main gate dan yes trick menjadi. Dapat American chocolate cake secara percuma. Bahaha. Makan je kerja kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3 - Korean drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tak sampai 20 minit fokus writing, terpandang pulak hard disk atas meja. Cobaan. Terus simpan dalam drawer. Tapi lepas tu bukak folder yang dah ada kat dalam laptop. Hati cakap rest kejap. Ye, baiklah!! Bukak Secret Garden. Melampau. Baru 5.00am semalam habis tengok, 12.15am dah nak start tengok balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Banyak lagi sebenarnya tapi nak pegi tido dulu. Tesis nya belum siap, esok sudah mau hantar. Gawat ni. Doakan saya tak tergoda dengan dugaan-dugaan seperti di atas lagi pagi esok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Note : Someone said I have bad fashion sense. Well at least I didn't hang out with my friends while wearing my baby sister's white shirt and my mummy's black&amp;nbsp;slack during my school time ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-6640601112258898855?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/6640601112258898855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=6640601112258898855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6640601112258898855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/6640601112258898855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/sarcastic-mood.html' title='merapu makan ikan kerapu'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KmoB9UlOIvs/TYJkjcw5EeI/AAAAAAAABA8/-jlguYd9UGI/s72-c/Snapshot_20110317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-3155253042800518521</id><published>2011-03-16T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:58:42.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j&apos;aime'/><title type='text'>i'm a proud daughter of Madame Zainun Zain</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just realize one thing about umi. She always encourage me to choose my own path.&lt;br /&gt;
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Macam after SPM dulu, saya dapat dua tawaran. Ke kolej matrikulasi atau asasi undang-undang. Menangis woh tak tau mana nak pilih. Bila tanya umi, dia suruh pilih sendiri. Dia kata depend pada saya sebab dia tak nak paksa. Apa yang saya pilih, itulah yang terbaik untuk saya sebab dia selalu doa cuma yang terbaik untuk saya. Note that saya memang bercita-cita jadi lawyer. So hati lagi berat nak pegi asasi undang-undang tapi at the same time still tak sanggup nak tinggalkan science stream. Time dapat tawaran SBP dulu pun sama. Ok, tak payah cerita sebab memang memalukan betul peristiwa tersebut. Hihihi *blushing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then bila saya dapat tawaran internship di Khazanah last sem pun sama. Hari tu dapat tawaran, hari tu jugak nak kena buat keputusan. Mana tak haru. Call umi jugak mintak pendapat. Walaupun dah tahu apa jawapan dia, tapi tetap nak dengar apa yang dia cakap sebab umi buat saya yakin dengan keputusan sendiri. Macam dia letakkan sepenuh kepercayaan pada saya jadi nak tak nak saya kena yakin. Bila dah lama-lama terbiasa dengan cara umi, secara tak langsung keyakinan tu bukan sebab terpaksa tapi memang confident betul. Sebab tu kau selalu over confident kan Nurul? -_-".&amp;nbsp;Tiba-tiba dapat pulak dua tawaran internship yang lain. Dua-dua pun tempat yang saya mahu. Kali ni malas nak tanya umi lagi. Tengok pro and contras last last pening maka terpaksa tanya umi jugak. And macam biasa jawapan umi, pilih la mana yang kakak rasa terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kadang-kadang tension jugak dengar jawapan umi tu. Dari kecik sampai la besar, seingat saya umi tak pernah paksa atau buat keputusan yang besar sampai boleh affect life anak-anak dia. Eh, pernah jugak kot. Dia selalu suruh Ira stay kat hostel tapi Ira tak nak so lepas tu dia dah tak cakap pape lagi dah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi sekarang saya faham. Umi selalu manjakan saya dari kecik sampai besar. Bayangkan darjah 4 baru saya reti sikat rambut sendiri. Sekolah menengah kadang-kadang baju sekolah umi yang basuhkan. Eh, ke memang selalu umi yang basuhkan? Memang tak malu betul. Mintak apa pun tak payah tunggu lama-lama terus dapat. Umi manjakan fizikal saya tapi umi tak pernah manjakan mental saya. Sebab tu dia selalu suruh saya buat keputusan sendiri. Sebab tu saya boleh berdikari walaupun dah terbiasa dimanjakan. Tapi kadang-kadang bila saya tahu saya boleh harapkan orang lain, nak juga menggedik bergantung kat orang lain bukan bermaksud saya tak boleh buat sendiri tapi faham tak sebab memang gedik macam tu macam nak bagi pelempang sebijik macam apehal kau sibuk nak suruh aku buat macam tak boleh buat sendiri pulak. Memang macam-macam. Weh, annoying gila asyik sebut macam banyak-banyak kali macam kau ingat style sangat ke sebut macam-macam macam tu?*lempang&lt;br /&gt;
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Like (tak nak sebut macam lagi. Hehe) time nak balik kolej semalam la. Terfikir nak balik hari ni tiba-tiba terpaksa balik semalam. Tanya umi patut balik ikut plan asal ke nak balik awal jugak ni. Padahal dalam hati berharap umi bagi ponteng kelas yang dua ketul je tu lalu boleh la meronggeng sampai tertonggeng kat rumah sampai minggu depan tapi jangan harap sebab jawapan umi, "Ikut awak la". Ok, sebenarnya tu je point entry ni. Kenapa umi tak suruh kakak balik kolej minggu depan je? T_T&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeay, dah siap chapter 4 &amp;amp; 5. Esok sambung edit chapter 3 pulak. Nak tido. Eh, nak tengok Secret Garden lepas tu tido &lt;s&gt;lepas tu buat-buat tak terjaga pagi esok lepas tu ponteng kelas lagi&lt;/s&gt;. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-3155253042800518521?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/3155253042800518521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=3155253042800518521&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3155253042800518521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3155253042800518521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-proud-daughter-of-madame-zainun-zain.html' title='i&apos;m a proud daughter of Madame Zainun Zain'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-3231839451620076891</id><published>2011-03-15T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:25:28.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>dah terhantuk baru tengadah</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hai *cricket singing&lt;br /&gt;
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Baru sampai kolej. Tiba-tiba baru tahu supervisor nak draft dari chapter 1-5. Tapi tak payah la tanya apa kaitan supervisor nak full draft dengan update blog. Blog kan hanya di update bila terpaksa mengadap laptop untuk buat kerja *menangis. Nak cakap padan muka kat diri sendiri pun macam tak patut tapi macam kene cakap jugak. Amboi kau kat rumah bukan main makan, tidur, main-main, tengok tv, tengok drama, bergaduh dengan adik-adik dan emak, online semata-mata untuk main game dan download lagu bukan nak cari jurnal memang salah guna wifi laju bukan macam Jaring UKM hidup menyusahkan orang mati tak nak pulak tu tengok sempat je membebel padahal salah diri sendiri langsung tak bersyukur pulak tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak tak nak kena siapkan jugak before weekend ni. Kalau tak sila say goodbye untuk weekend plan. Tak payah mengada-ngada nak keluar bilik selagi thesis tak siap T_T. Nasib baik hencik senior tak marah. Hihihi. Pagi tadi berapa entah dia call. Dah la tak pergi kelas, orang call tak reti nak jawab pulak tu, tidur mati *malu. &amp;nbsp;Bangun je tidur terus menggelabah sebab tengok miscalls dia banyak sangat. Dalam hati dah berdoa dah jangan la ade kes lagi. Lepas mandi terus start writing balik. Takut punya pasal. Tapi, rasanya bekerja dalam tekanan adalah lebih efektif. Moral of the story, buat kerja last minute tak salah pun sebenarnya. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok tu je. Karang kalau tetiba seteress lagi, menyibuk kat sini lagi. Bai. Eh, kejap. Tajuk kat atas tu adalah sejenis peribahasa. Proverb of the day la konon.&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : Dija, tunggu la aku kurang bizi dulu baru pegi bilik kau okeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-3231839451620076891?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/3231839451620076891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=3231839451620076891&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3231839451620076891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/3231839451620076891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dah-terhantuk-baru-tengadah.html' title='dah terhantuk baru tengadah'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-2819930471836607571</id><published>2011-03-10T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:39:17.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buku cerita bergambar'/><title type='text'>pregnant master student</title><content type='html'>Semalam bermesej dengan Siew Xian a.k.a coursemate, lab mate dari first year, group assignment mate dari second year dan berkongsi supervisor yang sama pada tahun tiga. Ye, memang jodoh kitorang sangat panjang sebab tu kitorang boleh berkongsi banyak cerita. Berkongsi cerita di sini bukan macam cerita-cerita tipikal yang gadis-gadis Melayu selalu berkongsi bersama ataupun bahasa kasarnya mengumpat (Tok..tok..tok. Hello, kau bukan gadis Melayu ke Nurul?). Tapi lebih kepada tentang diri sendiri, masalah boyfriends, masalah takut bawak kereta manual, masalah kerja part time, masalah thesis dan pelbagai lagi masalah pelik macam lupa nak bawak payung time hujan lalu demam bukan sebab kena hujan tapi sebab kena panas. Amboi-amboi panjang intro kau.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tiba-tiba terkeluar cerita pasal lab assistant from Jabatan Kimia. Dia lupa ke tertukar orang ke apa tapi memang mak down dengan statement dia.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6qxZdu9nNJQ/TXjb7EHwGOI/AAAAAAAABA4/ra2IkTx5TVI/s1600/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6qxZdu9nNJQ/TXjb7EHwGOI/AAAAAAAABA4/ra2IkTx5TVI/s320/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0816.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hei, ai gemok sangat ke? Sampai hati dia ingat ai pregnant. Padahal hari tu jumpa kat post office ai siap sengih-sengih lagi kat dia T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, laptop tiba-tiba buat hal. Segala pekakas mak nenek yang dipin kan dekat taskbar dah hilang. Sticky note pun hilang. Google Chrome pun tak boleh guna. So bye bye untuk segala link journal and website references thesis. Tidak dilupakan juga kepada segala bookmark forum dan blog untuk mendownload variety show.VLC pun dah hilang so sekarang tak boleh tengok drama Korea. Cis. Time tengah ada mood nak tengok cerita ni la dia sibuk nak hilang. Ni tengah online guna Mozilla. Walaupun menurut kajian Mozilla adalah web browser paling selamat dan Google Chrome itu bahaya untuk kesihatan pc dan laptop tapi kalau dah biasa dengan Google Chrome berlayout &lt;strike&gt;camtaik&lt;/strike&gt; cantik dan kepantasannya jadi bila terpaksa guna Mozilla yang ya rabbi ya salam lambatnya, memang buleh buat sakit hati jugak la kan. Dah la tak auto search pulak tu. Hangin je. &lt;br /&gt;
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And paling penting kalau dah pergi hantar format laptop ni nanti thesis saya macam mana? Macam mana tu? Takkan saya terpaksa tak tulis thesis selama 2 hari? Eish, banyak yang boleh dibuat dalam masa 2 hari tu. Kalau hencik senior yang berwawasan 2020, cemerlang gemilang terbilang serta bersemangat 1 Malaysia saya tu tanya apa progress thesis saya nak jawab apa nanti? Hencik senior yang tanya tu dah satu masalah. Buatnya saya suka hati menjawab lepas tu tersend mesej tu dekat supervisor macam mana? Haa, tak payah buat muka pelik. Budak Nurul ni memang suka salah send mesej langsung tak kira supervisor tu dekan ke TNC. Main gedegang je dia langgar semua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi ada hikmahnya. Dah lama tak format laptop ni since April last year kot. Dah setaun weh. Percaya tak laptop ni buleh bertahan selama itu tanpa terkena virus kritikal yang boleh menyebabkan dia jadi gila. Jadi mungkin sudah masanya laptop ni dibersihkan. Nasib baik ai kat rumah sekarang. Kalau tak mesti menangis dah sebab &lt;strike&gt;VLC hilang&lt;/strike&gt; tak boleh tulis thesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, mak dah bising suruh makan nasi. Bai. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-2819930471836607571?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/2819930471836607571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=2819930471836607571&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2819930471836607571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/2819930471836607571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnant-master-student.html' title='pregnant master student'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6qxZdu9nNJQ/TXjb7EHwGOI/AAAAAAAABA4/ra2IkTx5TVI/s72-c/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-7598115505892234995</id><published>2011-03-05T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:40:40.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>adorable Nina</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UWQ4LUNudEE" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She's adorable. This sweet little girl really capture my heart. Geram!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-7598115505892234995?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/7598115505892234995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=7598115505892234995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7598115505892234995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/7598115505892234995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/adorable-nina.html' title='adorable Nina'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UWQ4LUNudEE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-4141485024632125412</id><published>2011-03-03T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:42:46.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><title type='text'>takziah</title><content type='html'>Takziah untuk Norfarhana Saahri atas kehilangan insan istimewanya.&amp;nbsp;Berat mata memandang, berat lagi bahu yang memikul. Apatah lagi bila dah ada perancangan untuk berkahwin tahun ini (ke tahun depan?). Sejujurnya saya kagum dengan Ana. Dalam usia sebaya saya, dia sudah berkerja keras untuk merealisasikan impian dia untuk bersama teman istimewanya itu. Kesibukan tahun akhir dengan bermacam-macam perkara baru dan berat yang harus difikirkan tak pernah menghalang dia untuk berkerja lebih masa. Paling saya kagum, pada usia ini dia sudah mampu bersedia untuk memikul tanggungjawab besar bila dia mengambil keputusan untuk berkahwin. Kata orang, Allah tak kan uji kita dengan ujian yang kita tak mampu hadapi. Besar ujian yang dia terima buatkan saya sedar, ujian yang Dia beri pada saya tak sebesar mana, itu pun saya nak mengeluh dan menangis. Teman istimewanya itu pergi sehari sebelum hari ulang tahun kelahiran Ana. Nampak apa impaknya?&lt;br /&gt;
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Siapa yang pernah berkata lebih sanggup berpisah kerana kematian, fikir la balik. Menghadapinya tak semudah berkata-kata. Sanggup ke mata ni melihat orang yang disayangi dikafan dan kemudian dikebumi. Selama-lamanya kita takkan boleh melihat wajah dan kelibat tubuh tu di dunia ni lagi. Takkan boleh mendengar suara dia lagi bila rindu datang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Al Fatihah untuk arwayarham Haniff. Semoga dia ditempatkan dalam kalangan orang-orang beriman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-4141485024632125412?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/4141485024632125412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=4141485024632125412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4141485024632125412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/4141485024632125412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/takziah.html' title='takziah'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450693228648977244.post-8169183024233026322</id><published>2011-03-01T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:04:02.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>it's March</title><content type='html'>Hello March, I hope you treat me nicely. Your twin sister, February treat me badly. Not to forget you mommy January. Why must girls be evil towards another girl? Since you're a guy, I think you will be nice to me right? Please let me enjoy my life and give me some happiness. We're good friend ever since I'm at my matriculation program so I hope we will remain as good friend for forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't worry about your girlfriend April, she wouldn't feel jealous. You know her big brother, May? He is my boyfriend. Yes I know, he is handsome right? *giggles. His best friend June also a handsome and nice guy thought he's a bit old. I once&amp;nbsp;think to introduce February to him but since February been mean to me so I don't think February will be a right match for June. Yes, I know February is a beautiful grown up girl but what&amp;nbsp;outer beauty can do? Just to please other people eyes? Moreover June older sister July is a very strict woman. I don't think she can bear with February attitude. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bad mouthing your twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, do you know August? He is June and July' neighbour. He lives together with his sister, September. I think he is about the same age of July because they always play together when they were still a child. Sometimes September also joined them. I bet September are just one year older than August. She is nice you know. Just like your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now let's talk about October. I thought he is an old man before, a father to August and September. But as I grow up, I realize that he is actually a time traveler. Hahaha. Nay, just kidding. He is also a handsome young man you know. Sometimes I misunderstood him as my boyfriend, May. They have this kind of personality which I love. By the way, he have two sisters. November and December. I don't know so much about them because the age gap. They are way too older than me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now you know all of the people in your&amp;nbsp;neighborhood. I can't see "I'm being busy get to know my&amp;nbsp;neighbor&amp;nbsp;after a year at UK" as an excuse for you not to treat me nicely now. Please March. I really need to be happy again because my friends keep telling me that I'm not like my old self anymore. Always have that kind of sad face or what so ever. By the way, I got exam tomorrow. Please be easy for me please.&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : jantina and umur tu semua takde kena mengena dengan mitos Greek atau apa pun. That is just a 4 years old girl's imagination. Yeap, I've been&amp;nbsp;imagining many complicated things since I'm 4 years old. Not to brag about that I'm a bright little girl back then but that's reality. Hihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450693228648977244-8169183024233026322?l=imannurulaziz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/feeds/8169183024233026322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450693228648977244&amp;postID=8169183024233026322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8169183024233026322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450693228648977244/posts/default/8169183024233026322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imannurulaziz.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-march.html' title='it&apos;s March'/><author><name>Nurul Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207666046774724608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ec2-hnOCuDI/TPJXYBSG5OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gsIIQZ3_Rgg/S220/N%2524A-%255E_%255E-0181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
