<?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-3152517227344758564</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:39:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The way i see it ~</title><subtitle type='html'>Que sera sera... whatever will be will be...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-7979231587646364925</id><published>2010-08-21T18:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:18:13.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah si debab yg terlampau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ye.. aku mmg debab. dr kecil lg.. pernah di katakan slim oleh org tahun lps ketika brt ku 15kg kurg dr skrg... entah kenapa berat naik smula....lps bertemu cintaku kini kot..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun da masuk program tajaan dr rozmey dan pesona pgantin, brt aku turun x byk pun.. ade la 7kg je sejak mac lps.. kdg2 rs mcm kesiannye kat tunang aku.. dpt bakal isteri debab. nasib baik aku kiut..ngee..hehe.. tp katanya dia bkn ape, risaukan kesihatan aku je..betul jugak kan... klau dia x syg, x kan dia pinang aku.. kdg2 rs frust jugak sbb diet smpai pitam tp lmbtnye berat turun...ARGGHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu... masa kecik2 org suka sgt2 tgk aku..mana2 pegi org cubit pipi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ala kiutnye dia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"geramnye tgk si debab ni.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tu dulu... masa umur 2-6thn....bila masuk drjah satu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh gemuk...apsal ko gemuk sgt ar?" dan budak laki jahat tu pun menumbuk lengan aku... yep.. aku mangsa buli masa kecik2 dulu..hanya sebab aku gemuk. x de pun budak lelaki yg suka aku. diorang semua suke yg kecik2 mcm haslin.. atau petty..(classmate masa di skola rendah). aku pun kwn dgn ade sorg bdk debab jugak, syima nama dia...masa drjah 1.. tp x smua org buli aku... sbb aku boleh dikatakan pandai la kat skola..hehe.. aku sukee sgt2 bc buku... aku rajin hafal sifir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi sbb aku pandai blajar maka aku diterima dlm masyarakat sekola rendah...my primary school is an elite school..anak2 org kaya2 ramai di situ..aku? aku biase je...tp gemuk..hahaha.. aku pernah terfikir yang...'agaknye aku x kan kahwin smpai tua kot sbb aku gemuk..mana ade org nakkan aku..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yes..smpai mcm tu sekali...org sekeliling x mgerti apa yg kami insan2 debab rasa... tp tu smua cite lama... when i was in standard 4, satu demi satu insiden yg mem'boost' self esteem aku berlaku... mula2 sekali aku menang pertandingan menulis karangan.. x sgka, ada bakat rupanya.. then i entered the story telling competition... alhamdulillah..menang... dan faktor kwn2 jugak buat aku yakin pd diriku..thanx to zue, kwnku masa drjh 5 yg kini menjadi pembekal tudung2 lycra utk aku jual kat sekolah(hehe).. zue is an insurance agent now, since dia sangat yakin orgnye..dan memandu sebuah suzuki swift berwarna merah..mantapp kan? zue was a very confident girl in school.... i admired her. memang berani... kitorg ade tubuhkan grup 'KRU'..sbb obses dgn KRU masa tu..haha..so bertitik tolak dr penubuhan grup tu, aku menjadi yakin.. masuk debate masa drjah 6... buat 'show' lagu elite laggiii tau masa last day of standard 6..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bila masuk sekolah mnengah, aku still dipersendakan sbb debab... bdk2 cina kongsi gelap sekolah pggil aku 'ta siang' iaitu 'gajah'... tp aku selambe je... masa tu aku pengawas... lelama aku baik dgn diorang.. debab bkn sbarang debab, akhirnya si debab jatuh cinta buat pertama kalinya dan cintanya bersambut... namun cinta pertamaku tak kesampaian kerana dia tak bisa memilih diriku...dan memilih orang lain sbg isterinya..maklumlah, aku belajar lama sgt katanya... yg benaunye, x de jodoh... masa tu aku jd mcm rossa dlm video klip ni... frust..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPsRcg-1wgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPsRcg-1wgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dan aku mula fikir agaknya org debab mcm aku ni layak utk dipermainkan aje... but i'm a positive person... aku terus mencari cinta...sehinggalah cinta menemuiku...cewahhh... yelah, i met my fiance online di friendster..dia yg terjumpa profile aku... walaupun melalui perhubungan yg penuh dugaan... walaupun dia pernah menolak cintaku dulu.. but now..look where we r standing.. :) dia buatkan aku view life in a differrent way; a positive way... x pelah x dpt jd pengantin kurus pun...pengantin debab pun debab la... aku akan try kurus pas kawin..nak jadi isteri yg slim..tp yg paling penting; nak jadi isteri solehah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-7979231587646364925?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/7979231587646364925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=7979231587646364925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7979231587646364925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7979231587646364925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/08/kisah-si-debab-yg-terlampau.html' title='kisah si debab yg terlampau'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-361865436943280238</id><published>2010-08-19T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:25:51.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try sleeping woth a broken heart..</title><content type='html'>have u ever tried aleeping with a broken heart? try it... believe me.. it hurts.. really love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNdSwgks2E4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNdSwgks2E4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-361865436943280238?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/361865436943280238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=361865436943280238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/361865436943280238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/361865436943280238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/08/try-sleeping-woth-broken-heart.html' title='try sleeping woth a broken heart..'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-2465352557080595185</id><published>2010-08-16T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:48:16.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undangan ke Majlis Penyatuan Nana &amp; Zaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpUwhkduI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Z7LaudxdeSo/s1600/cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpUwhkduI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Z7LaudxdeSo/s400/cover.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506188562269501154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to invite all of you to my wedding on 25th of September 2010 ( 16 Syawal) at Dewan MBMB Bukit Beruang, Melaka. The reception on HIS side would be on 2nd of October 2010 (23rd of Syawal) at No 37, LOT 70 Jln Masjid RTB Bkt Changgang, Banting. (5 minutes from Masjid KLIA, Berdepan dgn kilang kertas Genting Sanyen). Jemput dtg.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak kawen jugak akhirnya....dgn buah hati lama yg dah 3thn on-off... kalau dah jodoh, insya Allah.... nervous.. nak menempuh alam baru...at the same time excited juga... wish us a happy marriage forever ye...?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpWfLDjsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/m_FpXGvqbcQ/s1600/pengantin+pmpuan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpWfLDjsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/m_FpXGvqbcQ/s400/pengantin+pmpuan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506188591971405506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpVoxG69I/AAAAAAAAAGg/SaL-mNUdm6I/s1600/pelan+dua2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpVoxG69I/AAAAAAAAAGg/SaL-mNUdm6I/s400/pelan+dua2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506188577367059410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpVdoQFdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WwUcFZdnBtc/s1600/jemputan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpVdoQFdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WwUcFZdnBtc/s400/jemputan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506188574377121234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-2465352557080595185?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/2465352557080595185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=2465352557080595185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/2465352557080595185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/2465352557080595185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/08/undangan-ke-majlis-penyatuan-nana-zaki.html' title='Undangan ke Majlis Penyatuan Nana &amp; Zaki'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/TGnpUwhkduI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Z7LaudxdeSo/s72-c/cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-7134242003533185252</id><published>2010-08-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:52:44.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>berdetak detup jantungku...</title><content type='html'>7 days to Ramadhan..&lt;br /&gt;51 days to my solemnization..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya-Allah this year's Ramadhan will be the last Ramadhan for me as a single lady...next year, insya Allah, i'll be celebrating the holy Ramadhan with dearest future hubby or perhaps newly born twins? hehe..amiin...(belum pape da brangan dpt anak kembar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010- zaman menamatkan zaman bujang to most of my friends... a lot of my friends got married this year and there are still a few weddings on the way... jeep, lyd and cuya, looking forward for urs too! doa byk2 agar jodoh dipermudahkan ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say, maybe not in the mood for blogging..hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-7134242003533185252?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/7134242003533185252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=7134242003533185252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7134242003533185252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7134242003533185252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/08/berdetak-detup-jantungku.html' title='berdetak detup jantungku...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-1287616327933602025</id><published>2010-04-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:28:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kini baru ku tahu....</title><content type='html'>These r my pictures sekitar pertunangan.... thanx kwn2ku cuya n lyd yg sudi dtg dr jauh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah hampir sebulan btunang... kini br ku tahu yg benarlah kata2 org tua yg alam petunangan mmg byk dugaannya.. God.... i didnt believe what they said; sbb yelah, tunang ke x, sama je kot stakat da sarung cincin je kan? but now.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kitorg bdua cpt sgt terasa... silap ckp sket mula la nak sentap.. dlu x mcm ni.. nape? cpt sgt rs nak mrh kat dia... i wonder y... ada je isunye... sometimes i wud feel like; "betul ke aku nak kawen dgn mamat ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. we no longer text or call each other like we used to.... aku mcm x brp kisah sgt kalau dia x call atau x sms... smpai dia pun kata aku da eksen sket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. gangguan pihak ke3... iaitu dr bekas boypren... yg kdgkala bisa mggugat... waduh.. aku tau dia juga mgalami gangguan bekas geprennya... harap kami sbr menempuh alam ptunangan yg tggal 5 bln lg ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So these r my pictures.. nak tgk byk lg kat fb ku di add www.facebook.com/izzuana( for those yg xde fb). temanya pink n white... tulus suci u, setulus kasih kami, auww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_odMlWmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gQuh5y-hi1g/s1600/100_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_odMlWmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gQuh5y-hi1g/s400/100_0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457025337754212962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ~my family : nani, ayah... ibu... taty... n i... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_n_sVo3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ihDvZEXHv7c/s1600/100_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_n_sVo3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ihDvZEXHv7c/s400/100_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457025329834337138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ dearest sistas... which hv been a great help during my engagement ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_nXdcuEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uHFQI4WQdlc/s1600/100_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_nXdcuEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uHFQI4WQdlc/s400/100_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457025319034468418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ hehe.. encik tunangku di ujung kanan; siap duk depan tuu ms org bincang2... zmn moden maa.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_m4kayhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9Wn_BQtMOHg/s1600/100_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_m4kayhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9Wn_BQtMOHg/s400/100_0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457025310742202898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ sirih junjung gubahan ibu.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_mTIEqQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xi8XvXHVcIM/s1600/100_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_mTIEqQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xi8XvXHVcIM/s400/100_0393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457025300691200258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ " cantik dan gebu menantu macik ni.. " kata bakal mak mertua ku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt4qKnJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Kruwk4JjPEc/s1600/100_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt4qKnJgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Kruwk4JjPEc/s400/100_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456865087415854594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ class x bulu mata mak, nyah? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt31SaA-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fahAYUbSTtI/s1600/100_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt31SaA-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fahAYUbSTtI/s400/100_0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456865073221469154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ dgn brg hantaran... penuh dgn segala mak nenek kek disponsor oleh sdara mara.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt3bdIS_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2tW6IPXefZA/s1600/100_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt3bdIS_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2tW6IPXefZA/s400/100_0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456865066287123442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ wif lyd n cuya.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt2lCAwpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BkYGSrJ4F1g/s1600/100_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt2lCAwpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BkYGSrJ4F1g/s400/100_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456865051677868690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ excited dan gedik di hr ptunangan... auw.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt2WENVxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f3PBTt5t7_4/s1600/100_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7qt2WENVxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f3PBTt5t7_4/s400/100_0281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456865047660549906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ kek pertunanganku.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan kami ye.... Bkn senang kami nak bsatu smula... kami da terpisah oleh lautan selama 2 thn... mungkin berkat doa akhirnya disatukan dgn ikatan pertunangan.. mudah2an kami akan disatukan dgn akad... lafaz janji kami pd Allah utk bersatu; utk memaknakan lg hubungan dgn ikatan pernikahan... insya Allah... amiin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-1287616327933602025?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/1287616327933602025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=1287616327933602025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1287616327933602025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1287616327933602025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/04/kini-baru-ku-tahu.html' title='Kini baru ku tahu....'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/S7s_odMlWmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gQuh5y-hi1g/s72-c/100_0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-8434850721373019248</id><published>2010-03-15T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:37:03.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of dieting &amp; wedding...</title><content type='html'>deareast u ollz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sorry for taking 150 years to update my blog.. hehe.. dont blame me, i've been bz with...stuff. huhu..&lt;br /&gt; what stuff? okay.. i got engaged a few days ago.. on 14march 2010.. and spt biasa lah kan, cikgu bz awal2 thn.. okay... where shud i start? hmm first of all, i wud like to congratulate all mrsm AG's spm 2009 students and mrsm ag teachers for giving ur full commitment that our college is still on the first ranking of the non-BITARA MRSM for spm result with the GPS of 1.46.. and congrates english unit for the 76% of A scorers in our college... okay2, enough of that..&lt;br /&gt; I've PUT ON WEIGHT. tidak banyak.. cuma 20kg je sejak 8 bulan lps... mantap kan?? hahaha... why? i dont know.. maybe bcoz my cik abg(now encik tunang) is near with me so i feel senang hati...and ate.. and ate.. and ate... since december, i've been staying in AG; no longer with my parents so i'm currently teaching aini; my housemate to cook so i pun join makan same la... and plus, aku mkn folic acid atas saranan saorang rakan sekerja knon2 esok kawin senang lekat tanpa myedari bahawasanya folic acid itu menaikkan nafsu berahiku terhadap makanan lantas myebabkan pertambahan beratku sebanyak 5kg lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcmana ye? nnti nak jadi pengantin.. insyaAllah pas raye nnti... haaa.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS; i would like to announce that i'm one of the finalist of the 'PROJEK KILAUAN BERLIAN-serlahkan kilauanmu' tajaan majalah pesona pengantin&amp;jusmate5... a project for brides-to-be; or to be more specific XXL brides-to-be... projek menguruskan badan... so insyaAllah, i will appear in the Pesona Pengantin magazine probably every issue to see our latest weight. each finalist will be given jusmate5 for free for 5months... the winner ill get sponsorship for their wedding! and cash from Herba prima marketing.... so guys, berikan daku semangat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan doakan pertunanganku membawa ke jinjang pelamin dan seterusnye ke akhir hayat kami ye... amiin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-8434850721373019248?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/8434850721373019248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=8434850721373019248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/8434850721373019248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/8434850721373019248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-dieting-wedding.html' title='of dieting &amp; wedding...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-8388473785558288955</id><published>2010-01-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:16:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope it's not too late...</title><content type='html'>salam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           i hope it's not too late to wish all of you "Happy New Year"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           diharapkan tahun baru imi membawa kebahagiaan, murah rezeki dan kesihatan buat semua... amiiin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           i lost my grandmother( Makwa - my dad's mother) a few days ago. what made me cried and still makes me cry is when i think about what she intended to do on my engagement/wedding day. In December, my cousin got married. Makwa made a special green-marbled puding and a few kuih bakar manis with green n red cherries on top of them. She was a magnificent cook.. the green marble puding really caught my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;           "Cantiknya agar2 ni makwa..."&lt;br /&gt;           She smiled. "Nanti nana kawin makwa buat lagi besar... x pun nanti pakwe ko 'antau tanda' nanti makwa buatkan kuih bakau, kuih ku(nyonya delicacies.. cepat le sikit, ckp dgn pakwe ko jgn lambat2.."&lt;br /&gt;           "Yay...bestnye..." &lt;br /&gt;           I cried a lot when the time to bathe arwah(mandi mayat). alhamdulillah, only her daughters and grandaugthers took part in that.. and i cried a lot too when my other grandma (nenek; my mom's mother) came to visit. &lt;br /&gt;           They were about to cover her face (kapankan) when suddenly we heard nenek's voice; "nanti.."&lt;br /&gt;           Terdengkot-dengkot nenek dgn tongkatnye masuk ke ruang tamu di mana jenazah sedang dikafankan. And that was the time when I saw ibu cried.... &lt;br /&gt;           Semoga roh allahyarhamah ditempatkan di kalangan golongan beriman, amiin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-8388473785558288955?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/8388473785558288955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=8388473785558288955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/8388473785558288955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/8388473785558288955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-its-not-too-late.html' title='hope it&apos;s not too late...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-5460092768425641630</id><published>2009-11-06T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:29:05.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila mau masuk meminang??</title><content type='html'>Who should pop the question first; the guy or the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't mind asking him; " Bila agaknya kita nak kawin?"... but when i asked one of my friends; cuya whether she asked the same question to her other half, her answer would be.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Ko gila?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "kenapa pulak? Tanya je... janganlah gesa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then she would just shook her head. "ish, x nak la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Ko x nak dia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Ish, bukan mcm tu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Dah tu? Bila ko nak kawin? Bkn pe, teman ghase dgn usia kamu yg dah hampir mencecah andalusia ni, dah patut benor kamu menikah..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "@##! lu nala... yang ko tanya aku ni kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " tu... kat jari tu dah ada... benda tu org yg dah dirisik je pakai tau... tu cincin tanda namanya... anak dara belum dirisik mana pakai... So aku kena tanya uncle ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " err... entoh..." she shrugged he shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Entahlah pulak... I'm really happy for her now that she's finally found someone whom she really cares about cos I've never seen her like this before... i know she really cares for him... does he feel the same way too? I don't want her to be hurt, cos it would take her probably another 25 years to recover from the pain. Jgnkan andalusia; terus jd andarusang (anak dara usang) nanti, huhu... apapun... kalau ada jodoh x kemana... kan... tp perlu jugak usaha... kalau x usaha meminang, x kan dgn sendirinya boleh bertunang... cincin dah ada di jari... so; uncle, bila lagi u nak memaknakan lagi hubungan u all? i'm asking because... i think she's too shy to ask... huahuahua (gelak jahat)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-5460092768425641630?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/5460092768425641630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=5460092768425641630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/5460092768425641630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/5460092768425641630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/11/bila-mau-masuk-meminang.html' title='Bila mau masuk meminang??'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-1587787059698046066</id><published>2009-11-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:18:08.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana Pulut Santan Binasa...</title><content type='html'>I  was watching my favourite drama series; Nur Kasih on tv3 a few hours ago. One of the characters; Sarah reminded me of someone at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kerana beliau gedik, bukan juga kerana beliau tergila2kan seseorang seperti Sarah tergila-gilakan Aidil, dan bukan juga kerana Sarah pakai tudung senget benget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really loves to cucuk sana cucuk sini…. Let’s just call her tukang cucuk lah ye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when she comes to my cubicle and starts to gossip about people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anak-anak si polan tu nakal yang amat….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ala, si Z tu ada kes kat skola lama… Big boss kita bkn suka sgt dia tu, dia tau org tu bukannya tau buat keje, ntah mcmana boleh jadi guru cemerlang agaknya…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, dia tu bukannya cantik pun… harapkan kulit je putih…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali dia berbicara aku cuma diam dan beristighfar panjang di dalam hati… Jika sepatah aku mengiakan, dia akan memutar belit kenyataan dan bercerita pada orang lain bahawa, “Nana kata ….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana mulutnya…. Beberapa orang cikgu di sekolah pernah tidak bertegur sapa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana mulutnya… Aku pernah memandang serong pada Kak Ina; second boss kami. Tukang cucuk would make statement such as, “Second boss kata kita x boleh bagi muka sgt pada orang2 baru ni, nak2 lagi yang mcm u…”  Bila dah terlampau byk sgt statement yang keluar dr mulut dia tentang flaws orang lain, aku mula membuat penilaian… dan aku akan pergi terus bertanya pada orang yg kononnya mengeluarkan statement tertentu menurut tukang cucuk itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Astaghfirullahal’azim… Siapa cakap ni Nana? Akak x cakap macam tu pun… dia yang kata macam tu… aku cuma kata; ‘ye ke’ je… Dia kata akak pulak yang kata Nana macam tu? Nak kena jumpa dia ni…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err.. I don’t think so lah kak… x apa, kalau makin menjadi2, ramai2 kita confront dia… akan dtg harinya. Kita sabar je lah ya…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aku pernah memandang serong pada Kak Zue… Somehow I got the chance to know her, and I found out that she was nothing like the tukang cucuk had told me before. She is indeed a nice lady. Tukang cucuk doesn’t like her because she is pretty and she is the centre of attention at school. Atas sebab itu je ke? One of the reasons la… yang paling x best adalah… She would cucuk Big Boss that A is not doing her work, B is always having her class at the PSP… dan pelbagai lagi umpama menabur pasir di dalam periuk nasi orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everytime I see her talking to other teachers now, I would stay away from her. From a distance I could see her whispering something… I just shook my head, and log in to my FB. Hehe… Layan FB lagi bagus… Deep in my heart, I pray that she would change…. Usia mencecah 50an dah aunty oii… sudah2 la…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-1587787059698046066?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/1587787059698046066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=1587787059698046066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1587787059698046066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1587787059698046066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/11/kerana-pulut-santan-binasa.html' title='Kerana Pulut Santan Binasa...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-6229524495157231416</id><published>2009-11-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:47:37.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwens....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SvO3QJXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/p-kdw111xoE/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SvO3QJXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/p-kdw111xoE/s400/edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400861866166928306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, a friend of mine; F texted me at YM. We haven’t been speaking to one another for quite some time… He used to be a close friend of mine in Uitm Kuantan. Bf? Nope... besfren ye.. Aku masih ingat time kami pergi ke pasar malam di taman perumahan belakang UiTM , lepak2 minum2 makan roti canai dan fries petang2 di warung2 depan UiTM di mana salah satu petang yang kami lepak beramai2 Cuya kehilangan handphone beliau yang dah kira paling canggih la zaman tu sbb lampu dalam handphone tu warna putih sedangkan kami yang lain warna kuning atau biru. Hehe.. Sorry Cuya if u feel devastated if I remind u about ur missing handphone.yang macam Zoa punya tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to F; we used to be close. Lama betul x mendengar khabar darinya sejak kami tidak lagi berkawan rapat bagai waktu dlu, hehe.. Riang juga rasanya bila mendapat text message darinya di YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi nala”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi F..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa kita bergaduh dulu ya? Padahal sebelum tu kita rapat gila..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to think for a while. “Kita bergaduh ke?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Entah..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope… Kami tidak pernah bergaduh… I kept a distance from him because there were a couple of my girl friends who really liked him. Siapa? Rahsia… Mereka x menyatakan secara terang-terangan yang mereka tidak senang; tapi aku tau la kan… dari body language diorang…  Tapi bila fikir balik, itu semua kebodohan zaman muda remaja… kenapa pulak aku harus menjauhkan diri sebab ada orang lain nak rapat dengan dia? Patutnya kawan jelah… kan berkawan biar seribu… x pasal2 aku x merasai persahabatan dgn beliau sewaktu di UiTm Sec 17, Shah Alam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X pe F, pasni kita kawan balik mcm biasa eh? Nanti aku singgah KB, kita g minum2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a lot of fun with my girls in shah alam… Ex housemate;  Cuya… Lyd… Manja… Gipak… Peed… Ceda… and not forgetting other girlfriends;  Pia, Ira Rox, Pjoy, Dila, K. Nora, Fer, Haliza Halim, Nana UG,  Cik Siti Zainal, Awere, Pau, Atil…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat pesanan cikgu Saniah; one of my ex teachers; “berkawan biar seribu, bercinta biar ramai2… berkawin biar seorang…” Huhu…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku x dpt nak lelapkan mata bila mula-mula habis study dulu. Sebelum tido dah terbiasa dgn keadaan kami bertiga; aku, Lyd and Cuya akan berborak2 smbil baring smpai terlelap… dan biasanya memang akulah yg terlelap dlu… haha… ingat x Cuya? There was this one time I was talking to cuya; selang beberapa saat cuya membalas perbualan aku dah berdengkur. Memang dia pelik… dan kadang2 aku menyampuk percakapan Cuya dan Lyd sedangkan aku tido masa tu. Bila bangun pagi, aku x ingat pun peristiwa aku menyampuk. Aku memang pantang letak kepala kat bantal, confirm lelap… tapi masa mula2 habis study, sukar bagiku utk lelapkan mata. Rasa kosongnya hidup… sunyi je tanpa riuh rendah kawan2… puas bergolek atas katil, x lelap2 juga. Takut tido sorang pun ye juga, dah biasa tido ramai2 sebilik…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seronoknya jalan-jalan cari makan dulu… Kedai Kopi… Pak Li Kopitiam… Ingat x chicken chop De Palma café kat SACC Mall? Dapat PTPTN je tempat dituju adalah Nando’s… kedai lilin utk dinner… namun DE tetap kunjungan tetap kita kerna kita x bisa duduk diam jika x merasa kari mamak dlm seminggu… hoho… Owh the good old days… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girl friends for being there for me… My ex housemates especially… Thank you so much for lending ur ears to all my problems, lending me ur shoulders to cry on… Aku pernah mengalami dugaan yang sangat getir dalam hidupku… dan Lyd turut menangis bersamaku, Sayang gak ko kat aku kan? Thank u girls. I miss u guys so damn much…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-6229524495157231416?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/6229524495157231416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=6229524495157231416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/6229524495157231416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/6229524495157231416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fwens.html' title='Fwens....'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SvO3QJXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/p-kdw111xoE/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-4008937698130295283</id><published>2009-10-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:48:46.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketika cinta bertasbih...</title><content type='html'>Ketika cinta bertasbih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertuturlah cinta mengucap satu nama&lt;br /&gt;Seindah goresan sabda-Mu dalam kitabku&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang bertasbih mengutus hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Ku sandarkan hidup dan matiku pada-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Bisikkan doaku dalam butiran tasbih&lt;br /&gt;Ku panjatkan pintaku padaMu Maha Cinta&lt;br /&gt;Sudah diubun-ubun cinta mengusik rasa&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa ku paksa walau hatiku menjerit&lt;br /&gt;Ketika cinta bertasbih nadiku berdenyut merdu&lt;br /&gt;Kembang kempis dadaku merangkai butir cinta&lt;br /&gt;Garis tangan tergambar tak bisa aku menentang&lt;br /&gt;Sujud syukur pada-Mu atas segala cintaCinta...&lt;br /&gt;Garis tangan tergambar tak bisa aku menentang&lt;br /&gt;Sujud syukur pada-Mu atas segala cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ketika cinta bertasbih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-4008937698130295283?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/4008937698130295283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=4008937698130295283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/4008937698130295283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/4008937698130295283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/10/ketika-cinta-bertasbih.html' title='Ketika cinta bertasbih...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-3548794208009512489</id><published>2009-09-29T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:40:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been bz...</title><content type='html'>it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been bz with fasting month.. n i was bz selling cakes.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;and my lovelife sucks!&lt;br /&gt;it's over between Az and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is back - for good. que sera sera..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-3548794208009512489?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/3548794208009512489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=3548794208009512489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/3548794208009512489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/3548794208009512489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-bz.html' title='been bz...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-175710725427595788</id><published>2009-08-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:28:34.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My diet tips</title><content type='html'>People have been asking me about my diet, so i decided to share my tips. I used to follow the non-carb diet by Dr Musa, then i realised it was bad for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Most Important Rule : Discipline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the biggest secret which apparently is a secret no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends asked me stuff like, "What did you do when you happen to drive pass the McD drve through?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore it. Believe me, it was HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieting doesnt mean skipping meals. I take 3 meals perday, with snacks.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to lose your weight, you should cut on carbs, oils and fats. Oh ya, not forgetting; sugar. Take a lot of veggies and protein. They help you lose weight. And also calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would lose your weight if you start you day with 100 ml milk (low fat/skimmed milk). My all-time favourite is the 12 grains milk by Marigold(yang kotaknye mcm kulit lembu-hitam tompok2 putih). Drink a lot of plain water. Do not ever take sweet drinks like carbonated drinks, cordials. replace them with soy drink (less sugar); Nesvita nd Soyrich are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your snack, eat tempe, fruits or 2-3 pieces of biscuits (less sugar); Low Salt hi-Fibre/ Wheetameal from Jacob's. Tempe tu gaul dgn bwg putih yg ditumbuk and then goreng; minyak sikit je. I use Soy oil, not the normal palm oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just give my diet menu for 3days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 6.30 am - a mug of low fat milk+oat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Snack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;at 10.30am - half of a guava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at 12.30pm - Chicken Sandwiches consist of&lt;br /&gt;                                    3 pieces of Gardenia Breakthrough bread&lt;br /&gt;                                    (Tumis bwg putih 2 biji dgn myk soya, masukkan dada ayam&lt;br /&gt;                                     yang dipotong kiub, carrot, tomatoes, celeries; semua potong kiub kecil2,&lt;br /&gt;                                     serbuk lada hitam, sedikit garam, kacau hgga masak then masukkan&lt;br /&gt;                                     putih telur. kacau smpai masak, angkat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 6.30 pm - sup sayur (rebus sahaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast  -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a bowl of cereal (bran) with milk+a few raisins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a ladel of brown rice, vegetable soup, fish (sesenduk je nasi tau! beras perang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a piece of wholemeal/ breakthrough Gardenia bread/ bun, a mug of soy bean drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;snack (makan bila terasa lapar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - guavas, green apples, oranges, fried tempe with garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- a mug of nestum+skimmed milk+milo (w/out sugar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - soy noodles (mi soya kering, ada dijual di pasar raya); buat sup sayur&lt;br /&gt;               then masukkan mi soya. boleh tambah dada ayam and telur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Tempe goreng, green apples, soy bean drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak larat la pulak nak buat menu banyak hari... If you want to eat chicken, make sure you take only chicken breast, without the skin. Instead of taking fried chicken, take roasted/steamed chicken. If you feel hungry, eat fruits and drink a lot of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE THING: EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to jog or run 10kilometres a day... Brisk walking is the best. Memadai kalau brisk walking 30minutes each session, 3-5times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a start, brisk walk for 20 minutes the first week (kelajuan sederhana). Minggu berikutnya baru buat 30minutes' brisk walk; jalan laju sikit. You will see the difference the week after, insya-Allah.. i also did some yoga (streching je tau, xde meditation) for 20minutes after the brisk walking to tone some parts of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those who would like to slim down out there, jom kita cantik dan sihat sesama! I need to lose another 15kg and I'm still working on it! Jom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-175710725427595788?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/175710725427595788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=175710725427595788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/175710725427595788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/175710725427595788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-diet-tips.html' title='My diet tips'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-2848186688834193382</id><published>2009-08-09T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:20:22.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, they definitely are from Mars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once I was in this relationship with a guy; M whom i thought was sexy cos he loves cats like i do... yep, guys who loves animals are indeed sexy... I felt as if we were made for each other; we had a lot of things in common, our family knew each other plus his aunt is my mother's best friend, we would text one another everysingle day, and he was the one who started planning our future... i was like; "Whooaa... chill will ya?" But he went on and on giving me hopes that we would grow old together, taking turns to clean our cats' poops and knitting sweaters while having our tea with cekodok bilis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't sure of our status but I just assumed that we were an item; since we have been seeing each other for quite some time... he would be checking the text messages in my handphone, he would sulk for days if he found 'friendly' messages from other guys plus he would keep on asking who called me if I was on the phone... so... i guessed we were in a relationship; don't you think so? I mean, we are not in high school anymore, we don't need any 'declaration' that we are an item, right? Orang kata, faham-faham sendiri lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, i forgot that he is from Mars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A long lost boyfriend; Az text me at YM one day. The feeling is still there... my heart would skip a beat each time we chat. Az and I were having an on-off relationship... we've had our ups and downs, he had let me down a few times but somehow he was still on my mind every now and then.. hmmm.. I dreamt about him at night and would be looking forward to his text messages every morning after he text me at YM the other day... I told him about M, and he was jealous I guess... and suddenly I felt uncertain about my relationship with M and I was asking myself; am I really in a relationship with this M guy? I mean, yes, we were seeing each other and he would be jealous if i was texting other guys so... am I his girlfriend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't have the guts to ask M; I mean, malu seh kalau dia kata, "bila pulak kita couple nih?" I couldn't help myself from asking him since Az was back in my life. I needed to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't really into M but it broke my heart when i heard from my mom what M said to his mother (since my mom is a good friend of M's aunt). His mom asked him about us, apparently he said, "kitorang kawan je." I was speecehless. Ke hulu ke hilir selama ni... tapi kawan je rupanya... dok jeles aku meses lelaki lain, kawan je rupanya... ohhh... i made a terribly wrong assumption... would anyone else assume the same? the problem was, he didn't say a word to me. I finally had the guts to ask him about us; whether there was 'US'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He didn't give me the exact answer. Berdolak - dalih. "Kita kawan-kawan dulu la... sampai masa nanti kita fikir pasal kawin... tapi I x nak U tunggu I.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I was the one who decided, " Macam nilah, since U takut nak cakap apa yg U nak ckp, biar i yg ckp... kita kawan biasa je. Mulai hari ni. U x boleh kata apa kalau i kawan dgn lelaki lain... ok?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was pissed off, not bcoz he didnt want to commit, but bcoz he didnt tell me earlier about our status. He had given me the idea that we were together but when i asked him , 'Where are we? Where are we going to?', he freaked out. Why didnt he tell me in the first place so that I could move on? I mean, it's not that I want him to propose me at once when he admits that we are an item, i just wanted to know where the relationship is leading to. Men... they are like that. They want you, but they don't want to commit. They dont wanna let you go, cos they need you to be with them when they are tired after working for 12 hours, they need you to listen to their blabbings about work... they made you feel important; but when you want to be important in their life, they would just kick your a**.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well... i wasn't that much into him... I'm hoping the best for Az and I now... I'm trying to understand him but I know I won't. They have the habit of not telling you where they are, they have the habit of "oh, although i didnt call you that much , it doesnt mean that i dont care.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterall, they are from Mars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-2848186688834193382?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/2848186688834193382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=2848186688834193382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/2848186688834193382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/2848186688834193382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/08/yep-they-definitely-are-from-venus.html' title='Yep, they definitely are from Mars!'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-6240885237533528602</id><published>2009-08-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:33:33.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jale-jale Kelate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/Snup4FSMHhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kED5FPwDuqk/s1600-h/DSC_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367070161898315282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/Snup4FSMHhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kED5FPwDuqk/s320/DSC_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posing kat pokok di 'Taman Ulat' di MRSM PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday and Sunday was my bench marking visit to MRSM Pengkalan Chepa and apparently my fisrt time in Kelantan! i was freaked out cos it was my first time on a plane too... kesian mak, kan? Mabuk dalam plane cos it was raining Saturday morning and the turbulance made me felt sick! Plus Asri kept on talking about his experience witnessing the birth of his 3 children which made my condition worse. Dari anak first smpai lah yang last... tiba2 kapten pun announce yg kami dah nak mendarat. cepatnya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367071559760285746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SnurJcudEDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T111C9K4-Ac/s320/DSC_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                              bersama cikgu2 BI MRSM P.Chepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kota Bharu was nothing like i've imagined. I've never been to K.B before and people kept giving me wrong information about the town. I like it there; since i could only see Malays everywhere and the Kelantanese were really friendly to me! i was hunting for laksam and nasi kerabu but they were nowhere to be found! kenapa ye? and the tomyam was not good... sedap lagi tomyam di Melaka yang of coz pemilik+pekerja+tukang masaknya org Kelantan! Orang melaka buat tomyam x best... lainlah kalau asam pedas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367072541364478290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SnusClfIYVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rdVUwhTrcjI/s320/DSC_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                   posing mengada2 aku &amp;amp; Asri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny part was; the benchmarking visit to MRSM PC (on the second day) only took 2hours of our 2day-trip. We spent another 48hours shopping, touring Kelantan(sampai ke pengkalan Kubor tuu) and sleeping of coz! huhu... I had fun shopping there; tp sekali sekala tingat family di umah... kucing2 ku... dan of coz tingat si dia yg offshore... resah gelisah juga hati di bumi Kelantan terkenang2 yg jauh di mata; padahal 2 hari je ke sana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely going back to Kelantan, insyAllah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-6240885237533528602?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/6240885237533528602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=6240885237533528602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/6240885237533528602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/6240885237533528602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/08/jale-jale-kelate.html' title='Jale-jale Kelate...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/Snup4FSMHhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kED5FPwDuqk/s72-c/DSC_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-2871990322894921197</id><published>2009-08-03T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:26:21.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jai Ho...</title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated to the one i love... Mr Az...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my Jai Ho(my destiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing u so bad.... i had a fever last week cos i miss u so much tau x?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got (I got) shivers (shivers),&lt;br /&gt;When you touch away,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you hot&lt;br /&gt;Get all you got,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you wanna say (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got (I got) fever (fever),&lt;br /&gt;Running like a fire,&lt;br /&gt;For you I will go all the way,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you higher (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;I keep it steady uh-steady,&lt;br /&gt;That's how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beat is heavy, so heavy,&lt;br /&gt;You gonna feel it.&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) You are the reason that I breathe,&lt;br /&gt; (Jai Ho) You are the reason that I still believe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are my destiny (my destiny), Jai Oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there is nothing that can stop us,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever come between us,&lt;br /&gt;So come and dance with me, Jai Ho! (oohh)&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, catch me, catch me, c'mon, catch me, I want you now,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can save me, you can save me, I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours forever, yes, forever, I will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in anyway, Never gonna let go.&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape (escape) away (away),&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to a place,&lt;br /&gt;This fantasy of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never lose my chance. (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;Yeaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;I can (I can) feel you (feel you),&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;There's an ocean in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same. (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Just keep it burnin', yeah baby, Just keep it comin',&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find out baby, I'm one in a million.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-2871990322894921197?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/2871990322894921197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=2871990322894921197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/2871990322894921197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/2871990322894921197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/08/jai-ho.html' title='Jai Ho...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-7082481153968329892</id><published>2009-07-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:27:16.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to leave or not to leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;       I've been thinking about it for the past few months... at first i thought i would be spending the rest of my life here; i liked being here for the first few months... It used to be a bed of roses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;then i started to suffocate... started to have arguments with my mother for spending 90% of my life here. At times she would say, ". Ingatkan jadi cikgu boleh lah balik awal, tolong2 ibu... ni mengalahkan lawyer, smpai malam2 pun kat skolah... kena jadi jaga pun ye malam2 (she's referring to our duty; jaga prep malam), kalau rumah dekat x apa, ni skolah ko dah lah dlm hutan. nak drive sorang2, bahaya.. asek keje je... jangan jadi anak dara tua dah lah nanti" I gulped and looked around me. Yes, there are quite a number of them here... It's already 5pm, and after this I have to drop by Mydin Mall or Tesco to buy some groceries.... bla,bla,bla, plus, minus I would arrive home by probably 8-9pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                  &lt;blockquote&gt;   "Apa lagi kau buat kat sni, Izzuana?" Cikgu M suddenly appeared&lt;br /&gt;behind me while I was getting ready to go home. "ada keje sket. Lagipun tadi ada&lt;br /&gt;class tambahan form 1." I just smiled - weakly "yang kau dtg balik ni kenapa?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Aku nak ambil barang... dah byk kali sabtu kita keje kan?&lt;br /&gt;Aii, form 1 pun dah ada class tambahan? Aku x dan nak balik kampung pun.&lt;br /&gt;Dah le Nana, gi lah balik. ko ni pegi keje, balik keje, bila nak jumpa jodohnya?&lt;br /&gt;gi singgah mana2 cari jodoh." He looked concerned. And serious about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          I&lt;br /&gt;laughed. "Ada-ada je ko ni..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          As i&lt;br /&gt;was strolling and choosing the stuff that i needed, my mind was floating&lt;br /&gt;elsewhere... I smiled watching a young lady, about my age , carrying her toddler&lt;br /&gt;in her arms while her hubby was pushing the trolley. I hope i would have the&lt;br /&gt;time to do that, someday, insyAllah... but will i be able to if i continue to be&lt;br /&gt;where i am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          All of&lt;br /&gt;these remind me about Andrea in the movie &lt;em&gt;The Devil wears Prada &lt;/em&gt;when she was doing great at work. "&lt;em&gt;My personal life is hanging by&lt;br /&gt;a thread&lt;/em&gt;," she told Nigel, her colleague about her relationship with her&lt;br /&gt;bf. And Nigel's response was, "&lt;em&gt;Join the club... That's what happens when you&lt;br /&gt;start doing well at work. Let me know when your whole life goes up in&lt;br /&gt;smoke. That means it's time for a promotion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;Some of my colleague's husband would say things like&lt;em&gt;, "Mummy bwk je la&lt;br /&gt;tilam and bantal ke ofis mummy tu.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;I envy them who have the time to do their masters; yes, u cuya! And also&lt;br /&gt;the time to date almost every single day; yes, u also cuya! The last time i met&lt;br /&gt;him was a few months ago; since he is also busy with work... i'm starting to get&lt;br /&gt;sick of this... when i handed in the forms to my KJ, there was this look on her&lt;br /&gt;face. i was ready... dgr jelah leteran beliau... i was truly, madly, deeply&lt;br /&gt;astonished when she said... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;"Do u have the soft copy of these? Buatkan i sekali, nana... I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;about it, and i had a long chat with my husband last night..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;I smiled. We went in together to see the No 1. To our surprise, 6 of&lt;br /&gt;our colleagues (excluding us) had already submitted the forms the day before.&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 more forms on the way to the NO 1. His face was flushed red but he&lt;br /&gt;acted as if nothing serious happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          "It's&lt;br /&gt;nothing against u, it's just that, we have our own needs," said kj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          I just&lt;br /&gt;sat next to her. Not a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          Ya&lt;br /&gt;Allah, kau perkenankanlah hajat kami ini.... amin.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-7082481153968329892?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/7082481153968329892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=7082481153968329892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7082481153968329892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7082481153968329892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-leave-or-not-to-leave.html' title='to leave or not to leave...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-3655575018241140915</id><published>2009-06-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:31:43.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peed's BIG DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXn4pDVbCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N6BQk6ulTUM/s1600-h/101_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347435092850863138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXn4pDVbCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N6BQk6ulTUM/s320/101_1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wajah bahagia dan x sabar menunggu malam kedua mempelai, huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXnSDSJOAI/AAAAAAAAADw/mlqJsj2jSus/s1600-h/101_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXmiKSutOI/AAAAAAAAADo/yVaI6Rx6x24/s1600-h/101_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347433607125185762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXmiKSutOI/AAAAAAAAADo/yVaI6Rx6x24/s320/101_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXmVIm3c7I/AAAAAAAAADg/8HCGQ0PewQY/s1600-h/101_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347433383334474674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXmVIm3c7I/AAAAAAAAADg/8HCGQ0PewQY/s320/101_1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXl-mneNgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KCDVVR6-eBU/s1600-h/101_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXPSuGQO4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/SJQphwx1Od4/s1600-h/101_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pengantin posing atas katil, kitorg sibuk posing tepi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katil,huhu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday was Peed's big day. She was looking very happy in the arms of her dearest hubby, Luqman Hakim... And somebody else's was looking more exuberant, exultant and sparkling than the bride on that day.. hehe.. siapa? beliau ada dlm gambar di atas... yang lawaknya masa pengantin sibuk posing atas katil, kitorang pun join sekali. bak kata abang-abang photographer; "nak test katil kuat ke x.." huhu.. dan yg kelakarnya, abg2 phorographer siap amek pic kitorg.. kata mereka, "kitorg suka betulla u all ni. pandai posing.. klau nanti nak kawin amek kitorg tau.." haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     And cuya, sorry for being late on that day. Aku g bli adiah yg x jadi dibeli on friday coz i fell on the staircases at jusco... damn.. sedang aku vogue de vass menuruni tangga jusco (sbb nak bakar kalori so xmau naik lif), aku terpijak hujung kaki seluarku itu.. lalu... gedebusshh... aduh... it hurt... cik abang yg berada di situ cuma memandang dan tersengih2.. lantaran drpd kejatuhan yg amat memalukan dan menyakitkan itu aku terus x jadi beli jumaat itu. that's y i was late on saturday. and hell yeah; the traffic jam at senawang tol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXGgzLsfII/AAAAAAAAADA/S7zbl13SIAw/s1600-h/101_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347398399369706626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXGgzLsfII/AAAAAAAAADA/S7zbl13SIAw/s320/101_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dila was there with Mok(that's what she calls her bf) and we chatted like there was no tomorrow. There was somebody pretended to be Dila (via sms) and asked Cuya to lend her an amount of money... scary, huh? and the impostor might be Dila's ex colleague... Miss no-good-identity-stealer.. And Cuya was with a 'friend' too... interesting, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apapun Peed and Luqman, setelah melalui pelbagai dugaan dan drama industan, tahniah aku ucapkan... Selamat Pengantin Baru, semoga kekal selama2nya, amin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-3655575018241140915?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/3655575018241140915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=3655575018241140915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/3655575018241140915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/3655575018241140915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/06/peeds-big-day.html' title='Peed&apos;s BIG DAY'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SjXn4pDVbCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N6BQk6ulTUM/s72-c/101_1077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-1658271829170780090</id><published>2009-06-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:40:17.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me VS My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   6 more days… for what? For my torture to end… I’ve been dieting since the past 14 days… ini bukan diet biasa. Ini diet Dr Musa yg nak membunuhku…. 20 hari bebas karbohidrat. Boleh bayangkan x? no rice, no bread, not even biscuits dan segala2 benda berkaitan tepung dan karbohidrat… dan gula.. pagi mkn sebiji pil.. for lunch I have to drink this weird green coloured liquid which contains aloe vera and wheat grass. Taste kind of weird…but still ok. but pleasee..... i couldnt take it anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jumaat lepas aku pitam sbb terlampau berdiet. Siap terhantuk kat katil lg… lebam dahiku utk beberapa hari... hasil selama berdiet keterlaluan selama 13 hr ni, I lost 9.5kg! altogether my total weight loss since nov 2008 = 18kg and now.. selama 20 hr aku akan diet tanpa karbohidrat n gula. Dr musa kata supaya lemak2 yg sedia ada dlm bdnku ini dpt digunakan.. so kalau aku continue amek carb n sugar, mcmana lemak2 dlm bdn nak terhakis? So after this 20-day-no sugar-no carb diet, Dr Musa will give me a new menu… Sabtu lepas time kenduri kawin di Kuantan, aku n nani(my sis) yg juga berdiet Cuma duduk n pandang je org mkn. Nasib baik Ibu kata lauk x sedap… x rugi aku x mkn.. (nak sedapkan ati je, hehe). Bak kata Dr Musa, “you’ve been eating for 25 years like nobody’s business, apa slhnya korbankan sebulan dua?” yup. True. I gained a lot of weight since I started working… Blk keje, KFC… then Mc D… not to forget the sinfully delicious cakes from Secret Recipe.. then asal ada duit lebih je, makan! hasilnya... wahhh... menakjubkan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   In order to motivate myself, i watch THE BIGGEST LOSER everyday.. yeah baby... it worked; so far la.. Ibu pun mengeluarkan satu statement setelah melihat kesungguhanku berdiet, “dah kurus ni boleh lah kawin.” alamak... nampaknya beliau ingat aku nak kawin ke? well... i hv 3 months before hari raya... nak pakai kebaya merah on hari raya... well, i know i can always wear it now, but some of my body parts will look too 'hot' when i put it on my body. oh well.. que sera sera... i'm serious this time... to the world; u will definitely see a new me, insyAllah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-1658271829170780090?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/1658271829170780090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=1658271829170780090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1658271829170780090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1658271829170780090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-vs-my-body.html' title='Me VS My Body'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-901687058180026666</id><published>2009-05-30T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:15:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Kompang Dipalu, Hati pun Bersatu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SiF2eN6xZQI/AAAAAAAAACw/4xYanMaorh0/s1600-h/pelamin+idaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341680894542439682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SiF2eN6xZQI/AAAAAAAAACw/4xYanMaorh0/s320/pelamin+idaman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari yg sgt pjg… *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak bercerita apa-apa tentang Majlis Anugerah yg berlangsung pagi tadi… bikin sakit hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun bak kata Cuya, bulan Mei dan Jun ini sangat ramai kawan-kawan yg akan melangkah ke alam perkahwinan. Today I went to 2 weddings; one in Parit Melana, Durian Tunggal, Melaka and another one was in Sungai Terap, Muar. Congrats to Lilis Suhaila (a friend from SRK Jalan Dato Palembang) &amp;amp; hubby Datu Faisal (cantik bangat pelamin) and congrats to Kak Liza (my colleague) and hubby, Hafiz yang beria- ia melayan kami cikgu2 yang dtg petang benar ke majlis di Muar tadi. Lauk banyak lagi, khas utk cikgu2 MRSM. Beria-ia Hafiz mengeluarkan semua lauk pauk yang dimasak sendiri ayah mertuanya. Sedap giler pakcik! Berpeluh-peluh aku n Kak Lia mengongges lauk beriani tulang kambing yang ada cebisan daging (bahagian apa tah) smbil diperhati Muziana dan anak2 Kak Norma, Fatin &amp;amp; Alia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ada lagi la aunty," Alia tunjuk pada daging yg masih lagi melekat pd tulang. Aku terus ongges. Habis diet aku. Matilah aku bila Dr. Musa timbang berat aku 2 mggu lagi. Gelihati menahan ketawa dgn aksi suami Kak Zai, 'Datuk K' (muka sebiji) yg sangat lawak. siap ketuk2 tulang kambing ke pinggan dek nak mengeluarkan bahagian dlm tulang yg bleh disedut tu. Kak Zai and 'Datuk K' memang cth pasangan yg sempoi dan best... dua2 ramah dan lawak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week (6/6/09) Isma, a colleague if mine will tie the knot with her classmate when she was in Form 6, Iswan. Isma &amp;amp; Iswan… nice huh? And on the same day Hazanariah who used to be the best student of SMTMT (year 2001) will be tying the knot with her fiance Mohd Noor. A week after that, a TESL friend of mine, Afida will be reunited with her one and only Mr Luqman hakim who also happened to be her schoolmate. 7 days after that, most of us, TESL batch 2007 will gather in Klang(insyAllah) for our dearest friends' wedding; Ernisa and Pakwan. Alhamdulillah, bibit2 cinta (cewah) yg disemai sejak Part 3 B.Ed TESL di uitm akhirnya akan ke jinjang pelamin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga antara teman-temanku yang putus cinta baru-baru ini. Untuk teman yang berkenaan, be positive ok? Ramai lagi lelaki di luar sana. Allah itu maha Adil. Bagi aku, putusnya sesebuah ikatan itu ada hikmahnya. Allah akan menemukan kita dgn insan yang lebih baik dan lebih sesuai dengan kita, insyAllah. Aku sendiri ambil masa 5 tahun untuk pulih dari kekecewaan cinta pertama (ewahh)... Selama setahun, hampir setiap malam aku nangis memikirkan kenapa nasib jadi begitu... aku benci pada kehidupan ni (waktu tu la). Mana x nya, lagi 3 hari dia nak kawin dgn perempuan lain baru aku dpt tau.. Aku x boleh berdiri masa dapat tau... lutut lemah selemah-lemahnya... bengong sekejap. Alamak.. aku kena tipu rupanya... Oh well... past is past... dah x kisah dah pun... pengalaman tu yg mengajar aku untuk kuat. kalau sekarang aku dikecewakan, aku x akan menangis seteruk dulu. maybe sedih jap, then that's it. life goes on, come on... banyak lagi benda2 menarik dlm kehidupan ni... Allah pisahkan kita dgn dia sbb Allah nak bagi yang lebih baik, dan InsyAllah, suami/isteri kita nanti, dialah yang terbaik untuk kita... kerana itulah kita disatukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun begitu, x ada sesiapa yg sempurna di muka bumi ni. Kita x boleh nak mengharapkan pasangan kita tu 100% menepati kehendak kita kerana biasanya apa yg berlaku adalah sebaliknya. Salah seorang lecturer aku penah kata, "yang x nak tu lah kau dapat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh Pertama; let me just call her Z. Selama ni Z sangat mementingkan lelaki yang handsome, kaya, educated dan kalau boleh someone yg urban. maknanya bukan orang kampung2 la kan. Taste dia bleh tahan.... Kalau ada di antara kawan2 kami yg bf nya x sebegitu, Z akan kutuk and kata, "macamana la ko bleh suka kat dia? x ada mata ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pap! Allah menguji dia. She met this guy, A, whom is just okaylah (rupa), tidak kaya, dan tidak berpendidikan seperti yang dia harap2kan di mana mamat tu SPM holder yang x bagus pun result SPM nya... dan A berasal dr sebuah tempat yg sgt x urban, ulu la senang cite. See? and now she's also getting married with the guy. Bila aku fikir2 balik, ye lah... Allah akan uji kita dgn perkara yang paling kita takuti atau x nak. Ada membe lelaki yang mati-mati x suka perempuan yang tembam2...jgnkan sebelah mata, dua2 belah mata pun x nak pandang.. minat yang comel2 molek tp tup tup bila pegi wedding dia, aikk.. boleh tahan sihat jugak isterinya. Apa sudah jadi dgn "aku cuma nak yang 34-26-34" dulu? Haaa.... itulah... lain kali jangan kata... kalau Allah dah buka pintu hati untuk yang itu, maka itulah dia... Janji serasi dan sesuai... dan bukankah perkahwinan tu saling melengkapi? Kehadiran dia adalah untuk melengkapi kekurangan kita dan begitu juga sebaliknya... dan harap2 perkahwinan itu terus ke syurga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin baru, kawan2! Untuk pengantin yang dah lama, smoga kekal ke akhir hayat, insyAllah... dan jangan lupa doakan aku cepat naik pelamin jugak ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) signing off,&lt;br /&gt;M i s s N a n a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-901687058180026666?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/901687058180026666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=901687058180026666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/901687058180026666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/901687058180026666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-pengantin-baru.html' title='Bila Kompang Dipalu, Hati pun Bersatu...'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SiF2eN6xZQI/AAAAAAAAACw/4xYanMaorh0/s72-c/pelamin+idaman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-1640095418252559404</id><published>2009-05-22T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:20:34.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil teachers vs Good teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Kenapa awak tak datang majlis solat hajat minggu lepas?"Haji Shahrin(bukan nama sebenar) asked.&lt;br /&gt;The fat girl was sweating and shivering at the same time. "Ayah saya tak bagi, sebab ayah tak ada kat rumah. Ayah ada keje, kete ayah bawak. Saya kena teman ibu."&lt;br /&gt;Haji Shahrin looked at the evil headmistress; Puan Labibah(bukan nama sebenar). "Puan, yang ni ayah dia x bagi."&lt;br /&gt;Puan Labibah rolled her eyes and screamed, "Rotan aje!"&lt;br /&gt;Zap! missed a little, but the cane still landed on the flesh of her palm. Zap! The second one came half a second from the first one.&lt;br /&gt;Her face was flushed red; not because of the caning, but because of the humiliation. she didnt do anything wrong!&lt;br /&gt;she tried so hard to forbid her tears from running down her cheek. her cousins whom had witnessed the incident told her fierce, ex-army grandpa about it.&lt;br /&gt;He gnashed his teeth and scolded her for not telling him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, her father confronted Puan Labibah.&lt;br /&gt;Just right after the fat girl's father went back, Puan Labibah went to see her. "Budak2 sekarang, x boleh sentuh sikit. baru kena sikt dah nak mgadu.."&lt;br /&gt;She almost cried when she saw the bitchy look on Puan Labibah's face.&lt;br /&gt;She was not guilty! and she was one of the best student in school.. she didnt skip classes, she did all the homework given by her teachers. but.. she was caned hard in public just BECAUSE SHE COULDNT ATTEND THE SOLAT HAJAT CEREMONY with a reason. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day, the fat girl had vowed to herself that... "if i ever be a teacher, i would be a considerate teacher who would consider the problems that my students are facing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened when i was in standard 6. I was the fat girl. a lot slimmer and prettier now :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was teacher's day, and this year is my 2nd year of teaching. i didn't expect anything from my students since they were also very busy preparing for this coming semester exam. somehow i got a really nice card from one of my homeroom 'son', aerol whom i adore so much and i even received a few poems from my students. some of them were hillarious... some of the sentences were how and what i always do in class; " oh miss nana.. cute, chubby and funny. but when we speak in malay, she will ask us to pay 10cents for two malay words.." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered those days when i was a lot younger, i would beg my mother to buy something for my teacher. what she did was, she would pluck some orchids from our garden and arranged them nicely in a vase. and i was embarassed with that gift coz my friends bought presents for the teachers. being a teacher now, i realised that gifts are not that important. what teachers want from their students are their full attention in class and full committment to their studies. nowadays, teachers are not just teachers. they are the clerks, the drivers when the students need a lift to the hospital or to buy things. they no longer return home at 1.00pm and return to work the next day. they are more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated teacher's day to me and to all teachers... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-1640095418252559404?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/1640095418252559404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=1640095418252559404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1640095418252559404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/1640095418252559404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-mixed-up.html' title='Evil teachers vs Good teachers'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-5983583038824766290</id><published>2009-04-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:16:40.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day since 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam... gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of blogging since i last posted my very first and last post in 2007... Well frens who are active bloggers out there (cuya, ceda, gpak, peed n lyd), i had this blog when we were at mak esah's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no time to blog that much... being a teacher in MRSM Alor Gajah requires me to sacrifice most of my time; including my weekends and my dating life..(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after only one year and a month being a teacher here, i'm starting to feel bored. of life as a teacher here.. the students are great.. love 'em.. i'm just sick and tired of some of the people here who likes to spread wild rumors which apparently are not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that's life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-5983583038824766290?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/5983583038824766290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=5983583038824766290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/5983583038824766290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/5983583038824766290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-since-2007.html' title='First day since 2007'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152517227344758564.post-7533438137777714491</id><published>2007-08-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:04:09.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very 1st day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/RskGts7xfII/AAAAAAAAAAM/qN21o5YJSHA/s1600-h/100_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/RskGts7xfII/AAAAAAAAAAM/qN21o5YJSHA/s320/100_4044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100615435199544450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;salam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; this is my 1st post here.. my friends suggested me to have a blog of my own, with my own pictures ( tonnes of them) since i love to take pictures of me so much and love blogging so much.. before i posted my blogs on my friendster's page.. anyway, 4 my 1st post i'd like to make it short n shuweet..huhu.. i went shopping yesterday at jusco ( melaka) and the shoes were on sale! God.. i was extremely excited n was obviously rambang mata.. my cousin, Lia and yougest sis, taty waited patiently while i tried on a few pair of shoes.. and at last.. i bought a pair of red, dazzling shoes and a pair of shoes with 'kotak-kotak' design.. God.. i just love shoes.. i've bought 5 pairs of them within a month.. well.. it's a therapy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;since i'd my heart broken a couple of weeks ago.. n here they are.. my two shoes which i named 'reddy' and 'boxy'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;huhu.. love them lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152517227344758564-7533438137777714491?l=nanadearie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/feeds/7533438137777714491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152517227344758564&amp;postID=7533438137777714491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7533438137777714491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152517227344758564/posts/default/7533438137777714491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanadearie.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-very-1st-day.html' title='My very 1st day'/><author><name>Miss Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305515369398720600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/SdWIFfTtBMI/AAAAAAAAACA/hee73nuaehc/S220/Image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAySR8ruyDI/RskGts7xfII/AAAAAAAAAAM/qN21o5YJSHA/s72-c/100_4044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
