<?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-3548887086526507305</id><updated>2011-12-02T10:07:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cik E N N A</title><subtitle type='html'>i was born this way...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-1706046447772014847</id><published>2011-12-02T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:54:35.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im So Busy And That's Why......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.... i didnt update my blog for so long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;busy running my new business.. haha! all this started when i want to buy a pet. THE SUGAR GLIDER a.k.a. suggies. hmm.. i wanted to buy it with my own money or else it will be dead before knowing the meaning of life!.. haha! reason: i dont care much if i have something new using mama's or papa's money.. so to make sure the pet still alive, (haha!) i have to buy it with my own money.. at first, i bought only the starter kit. mama is an expert tailor, so obviously sewing is already my other skill after the skill of cursing (which also from mama). cewah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the suggies that i want so bad!! (FYI i never had a pet before. haha! so please forgive me if the pet dies.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONtCrkQ2poo/TtgvHPeb3EI/AAAAAAAAAuY/x-ZdPrh6b5g/s1600/Tasha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONtCrkQ2poo/TtgvHPeb3EI/AAAAAAAAAuY/x-ZdPrh6b5g/s320/Tasha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*random image from google &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didnt do the business online before. so, i start doing online now. support me tho! haha..! for more info of the business, &lt;a href="http://enna-craft.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CLICK HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-1706046447772014847?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1706046447772014847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=1706046447772014847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1706046447772014847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1706046447772014847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-so-busy-and-thats-why.html' title='Im So Busy And That&apos;s Why......'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONtCrkQ2poo/TtgvHPeb3EI/AAAAAAAAAuY/x-ZdPrh6b5g/s72-c/Tasha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-3330670165056013399</id><published>2011-09-13T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:00:14.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Lace Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LD7SqUrJvv0/Tm8Wy8hJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/gB_jmsz3_oU/s1600/Kate-Middleton-Blue-lace-dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm9YtudJKFI/Tm8aGcXRDJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/bwJWyb8vWY0/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm9YtudJKFI/Tm8aGcXRDJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/bwJWyb8vWY0/s320/Untitled.png" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this lace dress.. so adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTz1ylidImY/Tm8aZdXWPSI/AAAAAAAAAog/5WMH4sHt-30/s1600/Untitled2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTz1ylidImY/Tm8aZdXWPSI/AAAAAAAAAog/5WMH4sHt-30/s320/Untitled2.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5BKVLiMZMU/Tm8WyM-kGUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/A-rKgWISdx0/s1600/313370_271862512843574_100000594829045_997867_1192415112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somehow, this is my version. LOL! mana nak cari classy lace macam kate middleton tu?! muka bulat! i ate a lot during hari raya!! btw, this was during my cousin's wedding day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-3330670165056013399?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3330670165056013399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=3330670165056013399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/3330670165056013399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/3330670165056013399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/09/blue-lace-dress.html' title='Blue Lace Dress'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm9YtudJKFI/Tm8aGcXRDJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/bwJWyb8vWY0/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-7915276375503855690</id><published>2011-09-13T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:30:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad hair days happen to good people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFp6QjMrbO0/Tm8TRnq_bWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Ksh-t6gIRU/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFp6QjMrbO0/Tm8TRnq_bWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Ksh-t6gIRU/s640/Untitled.png" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFp6QjMrbO0/Tm8TRnq_bWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Ksh-t6gIRU/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I believe in karma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes bad people will still experience good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God is fair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: rambut dah potong pendek akibat kerosakan yang teruk. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Sila jaga kesihatan rambut!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-7915276375503855690?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7915276375503855690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=7915276375503855690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/7915276375503855690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/7915276375503855690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-hair-days-happen-to-good-people.html' title='Bad hair days happen to good people.'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFp6QjMrbO0/Tm8TRnq_bWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2Ksh-t6gIRU/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-1575024962897532199</id><published>2011-08-23T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:44:20.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me as a KID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;!! entry ini panjang.. kalau aku malas nak bace dah.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ni entry aku berbahasa melayu.. saje nak tukar angin.. memartabatkan bahasa ibunda jugak..&amp;nbsp; nanti ade yang cakap aku perasan bagus la, bajed omputeh nak speaking la dan sebagainye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;macam biase aku suke bercerite la kan.. entry kali ni mungkin panjang sikit aku nak cerite.. ye lah zaman kanak-kanak aku bukan&amp;nbsp; 2 3 hari pun kan? segale nye bermule bile mak aku kutuk aku depan-depan aku.. haihh orang luar kalau tak biase dengan family aku memang bole bunuh diri.. bayangkan la adek aku badan naik jadi tembam sikit je kena kutuk kaw-kaw punye sampai la die boleh pakai baju aku.. haha dalam family saiz aku agak paling kecik la berbanding yang lain.. semalam beli kasut raye.. aku tensyen sebab adek bongsu aku pakai kasut same saiz ngan aku.. die darjah 5 kot.. aku 22 tahun.. saiz ape korang tak yah tau la.. =_= eh lari cite pulak!! argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dan cerite nye macam ni.. zaman aku muda mudi dulu aku ni agak gedik.. haha! gedik membawa maksud aku gile camera.. sampai besar pun sebenarnye tapi mase aku kecik ni pantang nampak orang nak amek gambar.. aku tak pernah kesah siape yang aku tau aku nak masuk dalam gambar. sebab tu gambar aku banyak gile mase kecik.. gedik aku juga membawa erti aku suke menari yang mane aku menari je kat mane2 aku rase nak menari walaupun dekat pasar. asal ade lagu menarik dan best untuk goyang memang aku layan la.. ni pun sampai ke besar perangai tak senonoh ni.. mama papa aku pun tak larat nak bebel.. aku pun dah kebal dengar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mase kecik aku lasak jugak la.. aku tak main masak2 ngan kawan2 perempuan sebaye aku ni.. aku main dengan sepupu aku yang lelaki.. main basikal tengah panas.. walaupun macam tu aku suke pakai skirt.. haha! balik rumah kena marah sebab skirt aku koyak2 ade minyak rantai basikal.. skirt aku terselit camne tah kat rantai tu.. penyelesaian nye, mama aku bagi orang je basikal.. aku ni bijak pandai tukar pulak aktiviti.. mari kite cari telur tembelang.. hahaha.. cari la kat semak2 belakang rumah nenek aku.. rumah aku ngan rumah nenek aku dekat je.. lalang tu same tinggi je ngan aku.. balik rumah dah magrib mama aku bising la pe lagi.. die tak bagi aku masuk rumah.. gile kau! dah aku busuk camtu.. nenek aku ni caring la lemah lembut je.. nenek aku orang aceh.. mak aku garang nurun tok aku.. orang siam memang baran la.. huhu ah sambung cite, so nenek aku pun panggil la soh g umah die.. malam tu aku cakap aku sakit kat peha.. mama aku tengok ade kutu babi.. hahaha! adoy la.. kena maki lagi ngan mama aku.. sedeh betol la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku bukan jenis orang yang serik.. esok kite main lain la plak kan.. mama marah main telur tembelang tu.. lagi pun sakit kena kutu babi. main api pulak.. haihh.. aku bakar plastik, bakar, bakar dan bakar.. sekali aku punye baju pun turut terbakar.. YES!! aku kena marah lagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last2 mama tak bagi main luar dah.. papa aku pun dulu2 mane la bagi aku g mane2 sendiri ke ape ke.. lame2 dah terbiase sampai besar..  baru2 ni je die macam yakin ngan aku.. sebab tu aku noob banyak perkara untuk survive.. semua bende dah diuruskan oleh parents aku.. huhu (cube untuk salah kan parents aku.. haha! anak kurang hajar..) duk hostel pun papa datang tiap hujung minggu.. adek aku pun asrama gak.. tapi dekat ngan umah.. hari2 papa aku datang kat die. hampeh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi yang best mase sekolah la.. aku ade geng la mase skolah rendah dulu.. ade musim2 kan musin main lompat getah la pe la.. tapi aku jarang amek port sangat.. tapi ade satu musim ni aku join.. aku jadi kepale suruh geng2 aku ni masing2 bawak tali.. main tali yang buat bagi jadi macam2 bentuk tu.. aku bawak satu cikgu rampas. esok aku bawak due.. kena rampas jugak.. last2 aku bawak memang satu gulung tali tu terus.. lame2 penuh laci cikgu tu dengan tali aku je.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ade sekali ni teacher bahase inggeris aku ajar bab cite-cite la.. die suruh buat business card untuk cite2 kiteorang.. hehehe.. aku nak jadi lawyer mase tu.. aku pun tak tau lawyer tu ape. mase tu. tapi sebab nenek aku slalu cakap aku banyak cakap sesuai jadi lawyer.. haha! mase tu, antare geng aku, aku sorang je yang ade komputer.. zaman komputer baru naik la katekan.. budak lain pun ade yang ade komputer tapi dorang tak terfikir nak buat cam aku.. huhu.. aku buat kad aku tu gune power point.. cewah!! cantik la konon.. pastu aku cakap kat geng aku.. takpe la aku buatkan untuk korang.. geng kan..kena la same semua kan.. dah siap sume nak hantar kat teacher la ni.. disebabkan geng aku buat pakai komputer tu, teacher dah letak kan standard level yg tinggi tuk budak lain.. huhu sorry weh!markah. die ade 3 bintang 2 bintang ngan 1 bintang... geng2 aku ni sume dapat 3 bintang la.. tapi sorang kawan aku ni dapat 2 bintang.. kecoh jap.. rupe nye aku salah taip address tu jadi adres.. haha! sian member aku.. aku rase bersalah dah belanje member aku tu ice&amp;nbsp; cream paddle pop rainbow tu.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;teacher ni baik ngan aku.. die suke bagi kerje yang tampal2 kat buku.. budak kecik kena la tarik minat dorang kan ade gambar2.. aku memang malas nak gam2 ni.. aku gam mesti kat tengah2 kertas tu je.. sebab aku tak suke kalau terpegang gam yg kat tepi2 kertas.. nanti techer slalu datang kat aku tolong letak gam kat tepi2 tu.. sambil die bebel la.. ah buku aku tak yah cakap la.. gile kotor.. ngan terlipat-lipat nye.. darjah 1 2 camtu mane la reti pape sgt kan.. siap ade page yang terkoyak tengah2 sebab padam tulisan dengan penuh semangat la katekan! haha.. balik sekolah bukak peti amek botol susu.. *blushing haha! weh aku berenti isap botol susu darjah satu.. isk mama aku cakap susah nak stop kan aku.. aku pandai sgt.. letak bende pahit kat puting botol susu tu, aku g basuh puting tu.. pandai kan? haha..mama sorok aku cari satu rumah.. pastu jumpe.. mama tak terer la sorok2 ni.. haha! last2 die gunting puting botol tu cakap tikus gigit.. aku suruh die beli puting baru.. die cakap die dah kol orang kedai.. orang kedai cakap tah tak jual puting sebab budak sekarang pakai gelas je minum.. oh! aku pun cakap kat diri sendiri ape la tak ikot perkembangan semase.. pastu aku pun bangge la minum pakai gelas.. bangang kan?? haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah dah la malas nak taip lagi..! bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-1575024962897532199?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1575024962897532199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=1575024962897532199' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1575024962897532199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1575024962897532199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-as-kid.html' title='Me as a KID'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-4849259323309235527</id><published>2011-08-22T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:35:00.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that im a blonde lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;hey! haha guess what i did today? hahaha! i filled the petrol tank of my own car today! BANGGA! all of you must be saying "wtf is wrong with this girl?!" &amp;nbsp;"so what?!" haha like i care you people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me: Pa, minyak kereta takde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Papa: Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meaning, my dad will filled the tank for me and same goes to Teddy and my other frens which they already know i never filled my petrol tank before. haha! hey i dont know how okay!! but today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me: Pa, minyak kereta takde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Papa: Hmm.. (giving me $$$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;erk.. i have to do it myself.. okay fine!! im independent lady. cewah! so, all the way to the petrol station i was thinking of 'The Plan' on how to fill the tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Step 1: do the payment at the cashier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Step 2: Pick up the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;petrol pump nozzle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Step 3: i dont know... T_T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;so i looked at other people how they did. haaaaa! easy..&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;just insert the petrol pump nozzle and p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;ress the lever that triggers the petrol flow. see, im not that blonde as some of my friends labelled me. im not that dumb.. huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;EUREKA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY14TDxZuvw/Shz2CskjzjI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KBn_KaKqH-U/s640/christina-milian-gas-station-6.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i was something like this but with proper cloth la.. haha peace!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3548887086526507305-4849259323309235527?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4849259323309235527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=4849259323309235527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4849259323309235527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4849259323309235527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-that-im-blonde-lady.html' title='Not that im a blonde lady'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY14TDxZuvw/Shz2CskjzjI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KBn_KaKqH-U/s72-c/christina-milian-gas-station-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-6517305733721511665</id><published>2011-08-11T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:42:41.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Looks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah i cant wait more longer.. I really need to shop for new cloths.. Deciding to have this kind of look. I wish i have unlimited money so that i can spend more for cloths.. haha! Raya please come fast.. i will do the shopping after that. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="indy bag Gucci bag - christian dior sunglasses - Mango pants" height="400" src="http://images1.chictopia.com/photos/JoannaTamsin/9371404905/indy-bag-gucci-bag-christian-dior-sunglasses-mango-pants_400.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the blouse.. It is nice and&amp;nbsp;elegant with the bag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="navy Bebe jeans - black Kelsi Dagger shoes - white H&amp;amp;M shirt" height="400" src="http://images1.chictopia.com/photos/meganroses/4920150209/black-kelsi-dagger-shoes-navy-bebe-jeans-white-h-m-shirt_400.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the bag!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="H&amp;amp;M jeans - H&amp;amp;M shirt - rocco barocco bag" height="400" src="http://images2.chictopia.com/photos/camilla18/7206694052/h-m-jeans-h-m-shirt-rocco-barocco-bag_400.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simple and nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Equipment top - Zara pants" height="400" src="http://images0.chictopia.com/photos/BrooklynBlonde/10197897098/equipment-top-zara-pants_400.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this!! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-6517305733721511665?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6517305733721511665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=6517305733721511665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/6517305733721511665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/6517305733721511665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-looks.html' title='I Love The Looks..'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-1605855335986191340</id><published>2011-08-11T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:02:06.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you listen to On The Floor by J.Lo ft Pitbull? For those never listen to it, here is the video.. enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/t4H_Zoh7G5A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4H_Zoh7G5A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4H_Zoh7G5A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes i love this song.. and the Lambada! Let e tell you something about lambada when i was aged of 2 or 3.. The story begin with my parents decided to have their dinner outside. So, they bring along me and my brother. Once the waiter want to take the order, lambada song was played. Then here we go! I climb up to get on the table. Then i start to shake my body.. and.... i dance like i was in the club.. haha JK! At that moment, even the chef came out from the kitchen to see me dancing. People&amp;nbsp;clapped&amp;nbsp;their hands enjoying my performance! hahaha! My parents cant do anything because they how much i love to dance. Even my mum was a dancer. =) I stopped dancing after lambada song finished.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-1605855335986191340?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1605855335986191340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=1605855335986191340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1605855335986191340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1605855335986191340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/08/lambada.html' title='Lambada'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-2678355689305097835</id><published>2011-07-26T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:47:43.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah! its been a while.. For the stalker, sorry i didnt update any new thing bout me.. haha! [what should i write?! idea idea please be nice to me.. come to me.. ey just now there are a lot of things come across my mind yet suddenly everything just fade away.. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;babi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever.. On the day i went back to my hometown.. Haa not Pattani okay.. My other hometown which is Pahang. My boring life were there and im coming back to my boring life. Ey babe! why boring?? Of course it is.. I have no friends in Pahang.. What I mean is, not the whole Pahang but in Rompin, Pahang. I do have friends somewhere in other parts of Pahang. Haaa... ni dah menyimpang! Back to the topic. On the day i went back to my hometown, my mum and my dad pick me at Melaka. So sad..... Im leaving melaka, a place which i learn so much things and the place which i met Teddy. Cewah!! But still, life must go on. So Teddy, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I give my friend a picture of me and Teddy. I asked him to portrait it on canvas. hehe. I Heart Art. It can be any unique art. Dont laugh okay! Pstt i love old antique furniture. hehe but im scare of the grandfather clock! Too bad im broke. I cant have all those thousands ringgit of unique or antique thingy. And that is why i like GAGA. because shes unique and sometimes crazy.. love you gagah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-2678355689305097835?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2678355689305097835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=2678355689305097835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2678355689305097835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2678355689305097835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While..'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-5793574265377941956</id><published>2011-05-19T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:06:40.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Friend with his Ozawa Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;its like 530 am now. i couldnt sleep. so decided to update my blog. so basically, i was thinking maybe i will put this story in my blog or maybe not. you see, its actually not a story or thing to be proud of. haha boo yah, my friend! &amp;nbsp;no one care if ozawa following you. but im so damn fucking proud of you! ya you, you my friend! hahaha!&amp;nbsp;what?! following?? what following? who ozawa..? &amp;nbsp;the answer for those questions is Maria Ozawa followed my friend on twitter.. huhu.. so what is the big deal? haha! Jiz i know her name but i dont know how is she looks like. and the best part is my friend dont even follow her on twitter.. maybe she is just not his taste.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPaNyqgQ2bM/TdQ_AEh53HI/AAAAAAAAAno/3yb3vMMxG4o/s1600/ozawa1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="66" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPaNyqgQ2bM/TdQ_AEh53HI/AAAAAAAAAno/3yb3vMMxG4o/s400/ozawa1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here is my friend tweeted about it at the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GRo3oO8o3vQ/TdQ_AjhMEWI/AAAAAAAAAns/hbCH8hyWO4c/s1600/ozawa2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="66" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GRo3oO8o3vQ/TdQ_AjhMEWI/AAAAAAAAAns/hbCH8hyWO4c/s400/ozawa2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then my other friend replied to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fkprOdAHCU/TdQ_BPhxi0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/fcKbrrPYssY/s1600/ozawa3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fkprOdAHCU/TdQ_BPhxi0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/fcKbrrPYssY/s400/ozawa3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then he replied it with my name tagged. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanna know what is really happening? haha too lazy to type it all.. grab your phone and dial my friend's number.. ask him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MARIA OZAWA! ♥&lt;br /&gt;(i think this is her.. huhu i dont really familiar with her face.. btw, it takes more times&amp;nbsp;than i&amp;nbsp;expected&amp;nbsp;to search for the not-nude picture of her.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH2l8Ucv7f0/TdRB7iRFbII/AAAAAAAAAn0/RZeJ6E2idSA/s1600/1.maria+ozawa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH2l8Ucv7f0/TdRB7iRFbII/AAAAAAAAAn0/RZeJ6E2idSA/s320/1.maria+ozawa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cute kan? haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-5793574265377941956?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5793574265377941956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=5793574265377941956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5793574265377941956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5793574265377941956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dear-friend-with-his-ozawa-story.html' title='My Dear Friend with his Ozawa Story'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPaNyqgQ2bM/TdQ_AEh53HI/AAAAAAAAAno/3yb3vMMxG4o/s72-c/ozawa1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-7399176441794610445</id><published>2011-05-10T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:23:36.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot (kinda~)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Date: May 10, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Place: Taman Tasik Utama (in front of Restaurant Hafsha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The story begin with, i got back from Mydin - bought some cooking ingredients. Then we 'lepak' at Restaurant Hafsha. Just about few minutes after we ordered our foods, Atat and the geng came - holding his new 2.8 lens.. WTF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Atat: &lt;i&gt;Bear(teddy), jap lagi pergi sane. Korang modeling jap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Teddy: &lt;i&gt;Watpe?! Tak mau la.. Shiyal... Tau la lens baru..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Atat: &lt;i&gt;Haha! Pre-wedding weh.. Free ni ha.. Haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Eh nak nak! Aku suke! Hehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Afiq: &lt;i&gt;Kau ni hari tu cakap nak jadi model. Baju sampai dah ke&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Dah...! Uh! Sampai lambat..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And before we go home, we snapped a few pictures.. Hehe.. While we was exciting, one of Restaurant Hafsha waiter came to us with a little girl named Hafsha. Yes, hafsha. She is the daughter of Restaurant Hafsha's owner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Waiter: &lt;i&gt;Tadi ni nampak auntie mau datang sini la.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Ha sini sini!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Waiter: &lt;i&gt;Dia nampak auntie, cakap mau pergi dekat auntie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Haha! Sibuk la kau ni Hafsha...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Teddy: &lt;i&gt;Hafsha!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDXUzhPKlYU/TclObXcLC9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Or5t7WhaiHY/s1600/e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDXUzhPKlYU/TclObXcLC9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Or5t7WhaiHY/s400/e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwAn4YUsUqU/TclOdCw7YII/AAAAAAAAAng/bp9lylTEfPQ/s1600/r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwAn4YUsUqU/TclOdCw7YII/AAAAAAAAAng/bp9lylTEfPQ/s400/r.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4eKLV2-rRg/TclOfg4B6aI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zzp_FVe9jKg/s1600/w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4eKLV2-rRg/TclOfg4B6aI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zzp_FVe9jKg/s400/w.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay enough.. Cant put more pictures..&amp;nbsp;Controversy! haha XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit : Amiruddin Ashari @ Atat (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/amiruddinashari"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/amiruddinashari&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-7399176441794610445?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7399176441794610445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=7399176441794610445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/7399176441794610445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/7399176441794610445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/05/photoshot-kinda.html' title='Photoshoot (kinda~)'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDXUzhPKlYU/TclObXcLC9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Or5t7WhaiHY/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-4878842332607253007</id><published>2011-05-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:05:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yes, im done. done with all the exams and assignments. im done with UTeM. haha! not that done actually. tehee.. done for this semester. still left a semester for my internship. where should i apply eh?&amp;nbsp; my dad bought me a new desktop computer. naahhh! some of you might say "WTH! too late!" well then im gonna say.. "better then never. rite? so.. how old is ur pc? sure urs is still up to date? haha!" just to conford my self actually. thanks to teddy for spending time helping me out at low yat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was looking for dress at sg wang. i think! so, one word - YUCKKS! what are people thinking if they buy those dresses?? even minah PATI (pendatang tanpa izin) knows how to dress. pfft! ahaa what the dress is for? funeral? tehee.. its for my final year student dinner. im not sure if the dinner is ON. hmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; woi senyap je korang ni??!! buat la promotion ke ape ke!! benda tu jadi ke tidak?! aku dah semangat nak pakai topeng bagai ni!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah forget about it. final year project? haha i dunno what i should add for more 20%. maybe i will just add a button for printing the documents in every pages. haha! seriously, i dont know! i'll think about it later. okay stop telling people bout my self. i bet no one loves my life. so...... past few days! i start to play this game. haha! still bout me tho. but i wanna share with you guys bout this money fucking sucker cards game. its not poker okay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MAGIC THE GATHERING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this weekend will be the new pre-release. my hall filled with cards all over the floor.. haha! hmm basically, teddy used to play this game for long time ago. since he was in elementary school. i think. can you imagine how many cards do he collect since that time? at first i think those cards were rubbish! haha. i dun even care how much the card valued. i tried so many thing to throw the cards away. haha! jizz im jealous. coz my prority is after that game! now i know how much the cards valued. it can be up to 100USD/card for RM10 to buy one booster pack which has 15 cards. KAYA TAK? haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-4878842332607253007?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4878842332607253007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=4878842332607253007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4878842332607253007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4878842332607253007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-done.html' title='Im done'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-6167379052678784903</id><published>2011-03-19T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:17:38.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-khziBDmwyJ8/TYSrhyJUuMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-n-CWbKxCX0/s1600/lala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-khziBDmwyJ8/TYSrhyJUuMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-n-CWbKxCX0/s320/lala.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duck face! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Omhx4xr3ERk/TYSrikclFQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZmAik2wHtzs/s1600/lala2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Omhx4xr3ERk/TYSrikclFQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZmAik2wHtzs/s320/lala2.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweet sour face! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2QedPrX6uHc/TYSrjYheojI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XWd5Z9NHW9w/s1600/lala3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2QedPrX6uHc/TYSrjYheojI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XWd5Z9NHW9w/s320/lala3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;most popular angle to look cute! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-J_YBYA8mY8I/TYSrj--NOPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XpMDWMbCDN0/s1600/lala4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-J_YBYA8mY8I/TYSrj--NOPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XpMDWMbCDN0/s320/lala4.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha shit face! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HV1uso-FuMA/TYSrksjOwjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5364U--aFyQ/s1600/lala5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HV1uso-FuMA/TYSrksjOwjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5364U--aFyQ/s320/lala5.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont know what to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oAEnNt9iz04/TYSrlHHBXbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/STgR8RPj5C4/s1600/lala6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oAEnNt9iz04/TYSrlHHBXbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/STgR8RPj5C4/s320/lala6.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yup thats me! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some people said: "i might get older, but my face still the same as 17 yo" haha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-6167379052678784903?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6167379052678784903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=6167379052678784903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/6167379052678784903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/6167379052678784903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-khziBDmwyJ8/TYSrhyJUuMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-n-CWbKxCX0/s72-c/lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-8560719459695025206</id><published>2011-02-18T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:35:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog updated!</title><content type='html'>credit to &lt;a href="http://stupid-nisah.blogspot.com"&gt;Nisah&lt;/a&gt;. (she forced me to update this blog. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i changed the template. WOW! so pink.. actually i GELI-GELI to use this colour. i dont have time to edit the XML file since i have lots of more important thing to do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a tough semester this time! im so cant wait to finish my study. huhu! why did i choose to be an artificial intelligence student? cant u imagine professors/doctors which doing their research ask the students to help them on their research (as assignment)? thats why most of my friends have some mental issues sometimes. haha JK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faculty did called me for few times. maybe for two or three times. since my friend do get the same call so i didnt pick up my phone. oh sorry honey.. i may go to that motivation camp if u finish my final year project. but, u didnt. the motivation camp is for students with potential of getting dean list for this semester(3.5 and above). naahhh! im so not going. i know what will be the tasks given during the camp, actually its more like seminar. BORING..! student will surely go if u offer money. hahaha! UTeM have lots of money. i know! but the money wasted for no reason, for building some unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week will be my busiest week. so my dear friends, followers, haters or STALKERS, please please dont get mad if u dont get any new updates from me. i will try my best to get in touch with you. cewahhh! btw, me and teddy is actually working on videos to be uploaded on youtube. WOW!! see.. how busy i am~ haha! (oh btw, its not pornography okay!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 20.10.2010&lt;br /&gt;Event: Concert Melaka Maju Jaya (after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPH3ifEPvn0/TV1o6fic3dI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Aei6byDiYkE/s1600/DSC_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPH3ifEPvn0/TV1o6fic3dI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Aei6byDiYkE/s400/DSC_1620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574727267862240722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random picture from my collection. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-8560719459695025206?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8560719459695025206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=8560719459695025206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/8560719459695025206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/8560719459695025206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-updated.html' title='Blog updated!'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPH3ifEPvn0/TV1o6fic3dI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Aei6byDiYkE/s72-c/DSC_1620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-3632273587028579417</id><published>2010-12-09T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:33:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First, Second and Third</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;First, aku nak mencarut. haha.. tapi, FUCK! FUCK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, the second thing is gonna be a report. ya ya ya! a report.. report regarding activities i did within time i didnt update my blog.. KEPADA STALKER! this is why there are no new updates.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8th - 23rd of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;26th - 28th of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sg Petani. Got Catur Bistari thing.. Stayed in Hotel Sri Malaysia with Kismera. I think that is her name. LOL! Whatever her name is i just called her Kis. Owh UTeM sponsor everything. On our way back to melaka, we went to Cameron! Teddy bought me flowers.. ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;29th of November - Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3P lah apa lagi.. Dang! Will be having the exams on 15th and 17th of December. Im doing my CompTIA A+ certificate. Certificate to label me as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cute programmer becoming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; plus &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;awesome in PC troubleshooting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third thing, the last thing is... Miss Teddy Already! haha.. Bongok punya laki. Tinggal bini lama - lama. Demmit! Owh first thing is related to the third thing.. hehe.. sorry! owh dont worry my future kid will never use that F word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TQDeqPF5zvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/wZEWa7QaI1A/s1600/P1011251505031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548679558107614962" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TQDeqPF5zvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/wZEWa7QaI1A/s400/P1011251505031.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will happen when two people struggling to make sure they get more space in small heart shape on the picture.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;amp;postID=3632273587028579417" target=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-3632273587028579417?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/3632273587028579417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=3632273587028579417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/3632273587028579417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/3632273587028579417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-second-and-third.html' title='First, Second and Third'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TQDeqPF5zvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/wZEWa7QaI1A/s72-c/P1011251505031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-7439868273712241580</id><published>2010-11-11T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:34:04.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTEL 626 - i dare u to check in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TNvJuJAunCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/u_6ri5bJqbg/s1600/hotel626.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538241961312295970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TNvJuJAunCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/u_6ri5bJqbg/s400/hotel626.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;try the hotel first then the asylum. After CHECK OUT from the hotel (if u manage to escape), comment here so that i know how is your experience. REMEMBER! open only from 6PM to 6AM.. Best experience when you shut all the lights off. Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CHECK IN NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-7439868273712241580?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/7439868273712241580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=7439868273712241580' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/7439868273712241580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/7439868273712241580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/11/hotel-626-i-dare-u-to-check-in.html' title='HOTEL 626 - i dare u to check in!'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TNvJuJAunCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/u_6ri5bJqbg/s72-c/hotel626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-300538630984192490</id><published>2010-10-16T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:51:11.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I Hate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;If only you know how i fell.  Why this thing keeps happening to me? I dunno what i should do. For some reason, i fell like no one appreciates me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears we wiped.  The laugh we shared. All i got in returns are blames.  TY! Not gonna burden u anymore. Promise. I’ll keep my words. U and ur shits, it’s all yours. Damn! Im so hurt..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to write anymore. Coz u people dun understand what is going on or maybe im too childish.  Oww my knee is getting better.  Soon, i can continue workout at Jack’s place. The Gym!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-300538630984192490?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/300538630984192490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=300538630984192490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/300538630984192490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/300538630984192490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-i-hate-you.html' title='Today, I Hate You'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-2638860895261728646</id><published>2010-10-04T08:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:54:57.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like This and Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;uwaaa! my knee burdens me! ligamen koyak...? that is what im afraid of. dont want to tell my parents coz they will BEBEL for playing sports. owh dun worry bout this posting.. papa dont do english very well. haha sorry pa.. love u.. really need to see the doctor but im afraid so. today i didnt come to class. what?! i cant even straighten my leg this morning! staying cool in front of other but only me know how painful it is for the steps i walk. i feel like cursing every one who spoil my mood! me getting lazier and crazier because if this pain. u think i like this?! uh! no i dun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing that makes me even mad is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"the queen of ant and her soldiers"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; huhu. i cant stand it anymore. feeling like sharing the house with them. they are everywhere! bought the thing to kill them already. u guys just wait okay!! i dun like u ants for eating my chocolate. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.. why do people love to BEBEL lately? that is so so SO annoying. my frens, my teddy, my online frens, my parents? did i done something wrong? i dun think so but let see... hmm.. no! dun have any.. huhu.. but still i dun like it! stop BEBEL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im wearing jeans and t shirt. ready to get to class. my fren text-ed me that he dun want to come to class. and i suppose to go with him. and now i miss the class coz i miss the bus at 8am which i can come to class by that bus if he wont make it. if only he text-ed before 8am.. never mind! i cant even walk this morning, thats why i wanna go with him. that will be easier for me since car doesn't have stairs and crowded people like the bus. i need to sleep.. thats the only way not to feel the pain of my knee. the best part ever, sleeping.. i like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this and like that in fb huh? i dun have like button here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-2638860895261728646?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2638860895261728646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=2638860895261728646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2638860895261728646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2638860895261728646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-this-and-like-that.html' title='Like This and Like That'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-5581546656655817078</id><published>2010-09-27T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:23:21.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Place : Malacca International Bowling Center (MIBC)&lt;br /&gt;Date : 26th of September 2010&lt;br /&gt;Time : Around 11pm to 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TKAzywa22eI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iD5RjNQKtUU/s1600/DSC_0616+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TKAzywa22eI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iD5RjNQKtUU/s400/DSC_0616+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photographer: Aliff Farhan" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521470090240252386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry! i was born HOT! hehe.. and as i remember, this shot i got strike! haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-5581546656655817078?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5581546656655817078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=5581546656655817078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5581546656655817078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5581546656655817078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/09/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TKAzywa22eI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iD5RjNQKtUU/s72-c/DSC_0616+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-124448207225335571</id><published>2010-09-14T09:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:44:31.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya and Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin Maaf Zahir Dan Batin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having such a long me-time, so i decided to update my blog. For more pictures of hari raya, feel free to ask me yaa.. MALAS nak upload banyak2 sini.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7Ye2KaXDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/pleHvEabVNM/s1600/P1020353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7Ye2KaXDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/pleHvEabVNM/s400/P1020353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516584618022296626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with mama and my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7YeYjIglI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uhixFw70r1A/s1600/P1020352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7YeYjIglI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uhixFw70r1A/s400/P1020352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516584610072920658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with abang and kakak. my sis gemok! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7YeG0TDHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/uecUTsbqoDY/s1600/IMG00456-20100912-1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7YeG0TDHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/uecUTsbqoDY/s400/IMG00456-20100912-1341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516584605313076338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at paklong's place. i curled my hair, people! plz notice that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some picture of me and family hang out.. LOvE them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7gCt5EWQI/AAAAAAAAAls/9UKOfPcI3fM/s1600/P1020412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7gCt5EWQI/AAAAAAAAAls/9UKOfPcI3fM/s400/P1020412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516592930858752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i looked fat! haihh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7gCG2RWkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eOzIjW-6Nrg/s1600/P1020413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7gCG2RWkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eOzIjW-6Nrg/s400/P1020413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516592920378038850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the siblings. thanx to kireen for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7gBpmkFXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Su2n4_CrA3g/s1600/P1020368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7gBpmkFXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Su2n4_CrA3g/s400/P1020368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516592912527529330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with cousins and the siblings.. all of us are cute! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-124448207225335571?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/124448207225335571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=124448207225335571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/124448207225335571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/124448207225335571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-and-holiday.html' title='Raya and Holiday'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TI7Ye2KaXDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/pleHvEabVNM/s72-c/P1020353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-5732383728040556538</id><published>2010-09-02T20:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:55:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berbuka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;papa: slow yana makan??&lt;br /&gt;mama: tak makan ngan bear die~&lt;br /&gt;me: shit man! haha..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im home babe! leaving my teddy in melaka. the cutest thing he had done - he didnt sleep till i finished my neural network midterm after he cooked sahur for me.. i got midterm (11am till 1pm) then i rushed to see him.. sumpah kesian tgok die! hahaha! LAYU! he didnt sleep because he afraid that he didnt awake by the time i wanna go back to pahang. love u la aliff farhan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;holiday for 2 weeks y'all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-5732383728040556538?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5732383728040556538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=5732383728040556538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5732383728040556538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5732383728040556538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/09/berbuka.html' title='Berbuka!'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-1379863705793557543</id><published>2010-08-30T13:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:55:33.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka VS Midterm</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Aaaa! Where is my brain? Where is my heart? Aisey....! Don’t have them any. Just finished 1 paper for midterm. I am so super duper busy. I got time only 1 hour to sleep today. OH! Still got time for my teddy.. hehe.. Last nite my teddy planned to play badminton with his frens. As usual i will go to no matter where he go. He wants me too.. but i dun mind. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got another 3 papers. FUZZY LOGIC (this Wednesday), NEURAL NETWORK (this Thursday) and WEB APPLICATION (after raya). Lucky me the mandarin just pasted. It was an hour and half exam. But i finished it only in 30minutes.. ha!! I can speak mandarin now.. even read and write.. hehe.. but still not good as chinese people.. SOON! I will.. Tomorrow is merdeka! Yay! Its holiday.. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yang, kemana kite malam merdeka?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! I had funny moment when celebrating this kind of day, last year.. its not merdeka.. its new year eve. I was at pudu.. Haha! If only my fren’s boyfie came early that nite.. haihh.. sedeh tibe2 nih!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok chill...! My teddy already get used to see me holding notes when hang out with him.. hehe.. im a good student.. well, some frens do ask me.. How come u can score even u don’t come to class and always oversleep. So frens, that is the secret. I enjoy with my hands holding notes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Im so sleepy.. need to sleep! Yang, jangan cari i! I nak tido!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-1379863705793557543?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1379863705793557543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=1379863705793557543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1379863705793557543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1379863705793557543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka-vs-midterm.html' title='Merdeka VS Midterm'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-4688787771810020207</id><published>2010-08-13T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:42:15.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testicle Exam DIY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TGShaGidTYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XWBwgj9CLEU/s1600/testicle-exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TGShaGidTYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XWBwgj9CLEU/s400/testicle-exam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504702114357398914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click on image to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is funny yet so important! haha.. no wonder my teddy always touch his &lt;i&gt;balls&lt;/i&gt;.... he was doing the testicle exam.. i love playing with balls.. basket ball. tennis ball. LOOOOOOOOL..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-4688787771810020207?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4688787771810020207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=4688787771810020207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4688787771810020207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4688787771810020207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/08/testicle-exam-diy.html' title='Testicle Exam DIY'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TGShaGidTYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XWBwgj9CLEU/s72-c/testicle-exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-6407966158680190073</id><published>2010-07-31T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:13:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;What is karma? What does u know about karma? In my words, karma – u get what u give! Well, I’m karma believer. Yup! Basically life is like a wheel. Once u are on top, u can be at the bottom anytime. Even Paris might have her hard time. Who knows the miss world might done surgery. Ouch! Beauty is full of painful. I agreed with my teddy saying that he appreciates girls who work hard to look good. LOL I believe he means me. So, what I’m saying is once you are on top, do and please helps them at the bottom. Who knows one day its u the one at the bottom. Others might willing to help u. It’s about helping each other. I love the word KARMA itself.  Honey, can I name our baby karma? Haha I bet he doesn’t mind at all because I have a better idea than him. He got a list of weird names. End of this baby’s names already. Back to karma. Karma is not only about doing the good deeds, the bad also. U kill people, one day u will be killed. Haha jk! Bad example.  But seriously, don’t do bad things to others. Hmm. I believe this karma thing but still doing bad things. Human are full of emotions that sometimes can make them can’t control them self.  That is why people killing other people, hurting innocent women or kids maybe. Wait! I’m not saying I kill or hurt other people. Well, I do hurt my teddy sometimes. Hey that’s only because he is so annoying. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about karma. Past few days, I had a bad day. I think it was because I’m being rude. Well, not that rude actually. It was his fault at the first place. (Trying not put the blame on me LOL) This is so KARMA! haha! Need to put my notebook sleep. My teddy is on his way to my place. I dun want him to see me in this ugly camp T-shirt.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got flu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-6407966158680190073?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/6407966158680190073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=6407966158680190073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/6407966158680190073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/6407966158680190073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/07/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-999726646607249490</id><published>2010-06-22T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:02:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Haishh!  when it comes to the day I should pack my stuffs, I rather not going anywhere.. feeling like chilling at home.. u know – packing need a lots of energy and mine is limited! Haha.. uff! But I have to.. tomorrow ill be going to malacca! “ha? Why so early??” haha.. I know everyone will ask the same question.. why u should care?! Haha mind ur own business okay! But wait…….. OMG! I don’t even ask my dad about tomorrow.. its all my own decision.. what if my dad wont be able to ESCORT me to Malacca?? I better ask him today.. huhu..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; in malacca&lt;/b&gt; - my teddy is waiting for me! good for him.. keep waiting okay ♥.. ill be there soon.. also, my fav place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; in pahang&lt;/b&gt;  - im leaving my frens.. hehe.. yesterday was a great day!! even only few of us show up. but never mind.. we will do it again someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; in kuala lumpur&lt;/b&gt;  - nothing happen.. just another place i spend my time and money sometimes.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think i need glasses.. i cant drive during night.. GLARE-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-999726646607249490?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/999726646607249490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=999726646607249490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/999726646607249490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/999726646607249490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/06/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-5089139440772883854</id><published>2010-06-22T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:13:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TB-ZUyJlLJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-EbXhCI026w/s1600/leonardo_dicaprio_smoking-244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TB-ZUyJlLJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-EbXhCI026w/s320/leonardo_dicaprio_smoking-244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485271453498944658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Biar Putus Cinta Jangan Putus Rokok"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. later on u guys still need love.. boys know nothing but fun, fun and fun.. fact u should know.. Love can longer ur life and bring u happiness while smoking help u shorten ur life and die in satisfaction.. its not only for the boys, the girls also.. the ratio of smoking boys and girls are almost the same.. so i think its not what men say.. its both men and women say.. what u say?? haha..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit to wunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-5089139440772883854?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/5089139440772883854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=5089139440772883854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5089139440772883854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/5089139440772883854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/06/men-say.html' title='Men Say...'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/TB-ZUyJlLJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-EbXhCI026w/s72-c/leonardo_dicaprio_smoking-244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-2899349840806425297</id><published>2010-05-22T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:25:49.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying for 5 hours T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; yaa crying.. thats all i do.. sad. so sad. depressed. disappointed. suffer. broken heart. misery. dismal. somber. weeping. down. calamitous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a kid anymore. plz understand. cilakak! mate aku bengkak la bodoh! haha.. laughing with tears bursting out.. well im still crying rite now.. and i dunno when it will stop. i wish my teddy is here to be with me, by my side.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iUJdA9HNbM0/S_eGKTLqjcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P0lMs8UKG-Y/s1600/IMG_9864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iUJdA9HNbM0/S_eGKTLqjcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P0lMs8UKG-Y/s400/IMG_9864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473991383598140866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miss hugging my teddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff037b"&gt;OMG! i need to have fun to cheer myself!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in healing process~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-2899349840806425297?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2899349840806425297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=2899349840806425297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2899349840806425297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2899349840806425297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/05/crying-for-5-hours-tt.html' title='Crying for 5 hours T_T'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iUJdA9HNbM0/S_eGKTLqjcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P0lMs8UKG-Y/s72-c/IMG_9864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-2210839665441753919</id><published>2010-05-08T14:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:00:24.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Trust Profile Pictures but mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;. . .&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff4e04" size="10"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ong time ago people used pictures of other people (mostly one with good look) as their profile pictures. nowadays people started to accept themselves so most people used their own pictures as their profile pictures. haha! but the problem is in this technology world, ugly people can look as beautiful as &lt;b&gt;MISS WORLD&lt;/b&gt;. even more! edit the picture using photoshop. or using some tricks when capturing the picture. im so excited to show u guys this funny video.. haha! bet u will love it too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhrZyFAbUCw"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO NOT TRUST PROFILE PICTURES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on link to view the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;hye.. u look great!&lt;br /&gt;u are so cute~&lt;br /&gt;hye handsome!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaa.. think twice to use those words next time.. are u sure they got the nice look?! hahaha! just kidding - but seriously. think twice or even more. haha..!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yourself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-2210839665441753919?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/avi' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhrZyFAbUCw' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/2210839665441753919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=2210839665441753919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2210839665441753919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/2210839665441753919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-trust-any-profile-pictures-but.html' title='Dont Trust Profile Pictures but mine'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-277123854728096124</id><published>2010-05-06T02:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:00:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Miss You, i EAT a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="5"; color="#ff030e"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hey Gile, miss kamu la..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;when i miss you, i eat a lot..&lt;br /&gt;bwahaha! just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;i eat like i never eat forever when i bored.&lt;br /&gt;my mum keep saying.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"bosan tu jangan la makan! g la senaman ke ape ke"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;naaahh! in ur dream~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to update my blog.. bout what? i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;emm bout me in boring holiday i think.. yaa! nice one..&lt;br /&gt;well as u can see the title of this entry..&lt;br /&gt;yup! i miss my teddy.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;we never been separated before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. actually during my previous holidays, i tried to find any hot new guy to replace my special boyfriend and i got it. haha! trust me - the longest relationship i had was 10 months but mostly about 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my teddy kinda different.. ill try to keep him as long as i can.. maybe more than 10 months.. who knows he can bit the record.. im getting older, so i think i should stop doing the keep-changing-boyfriend habit. hmm for some reason, i found something that i want from my teddy.. i bet only he knows what i mean.. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i miss u, i keep thinking and dreaming bout u~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-277123854728096124?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/277123854728096124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=277123854728096124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/277123854728096124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/277123854728096124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-i-miss-you-i-eat-lot.html' title='When I Miss You, i EAT a lot'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-1012425840921895592</id><published>2010-05-02T22:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:01:02.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADHD-Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Haishh! do whatever u wanna do.. just dont hurt urself.. okay honey?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) is one of the most common childhood disorders and can continue through adolescence and adulthood. Symptoms include difficulty staying focused and paying attention, difficulty controlling behavior, and hyperactivity (over-activity).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADHD has three subtypes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;* Predominantly hyperactive-impulsive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;Most symptoms (six or more) are in the hyperactivity-impulsivity categories. Fewer than six symptoms of inattention are present, although inattention may still be present to some degree.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;* Predominantly inattentive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;The majority of symptoms (six or more) are in the inattention category and fewer than six symptoms of hyperactivity-impulsivity are present, although hyperactivity-impulsivity may still be present to some degree. Children with this subtype are less likely to act out or have difficulties getting along with other children. They may sit quietly, but they are not paying attention to what they are doing. Therefore, the child may be overlooked, and parents and teachers may not notice that he or she has ADHD.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;* Combined hyperactive-impulsive and inattentive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;Six or more symptoms of inattention and six or more symptoms of hyperactivity-impulsivity are present. Most children have the combined type of ADHD.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Treatments can relieve many of the disorder's symptoms, but there is no cure. With treatment, most people with ADHD can be successful in school and lead productive lives. Researchers are developing more effective treatments and interventions, and using new tools such as brain imaging, to better understand ADHD and to find more effective ways to treat and prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough bout ADHD i think.. hmm i love people with ADHD because they are so funny sometimes. bet u know, sometimes it is so &lt;font size=4&gt;tired + annoying + having dun-want-to-see-u feeling&lt;/font&gt; to face them all day long.. even my boy having ADHD.. haha! &lt;u&gt;pening kepale la layan kau kadang-kadang tau tak!&lt;/u&gt; i got cousin with ADHD.. and ryan higa, a utube superstar.. he also having ADHD. i love watching his videos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan's channel on utube..&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nigahiga"&gt; NIGAHIGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my teddy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-1012425840921895592?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/1012425840921895592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=1012425840921895592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1012425840921895592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/1012425840921895592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/05/attention-deficit-hyperactivity.html' title='ADHD-Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-4327485108963214767</id><published>2010-05-02T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:01:22.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So good to be home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~chickens crowing~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glare of the sun rays penetrating through the window. trying to open my eyes. is it morning?? bhahaha! what a long time. i miss the chickens. I've got nothing to do today so, pulling back the blanket to cover my body is the best! i was about to close my eyes.. suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oi anak dare.. tak nak bgun lagi ke?!"&lt;br /&gt;"tah nye.. tido je tau kau ni!"&lt;br /&gt;"bile nak unpack ur stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;"tah nye.. beg da la besar sume!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! my mum and my lil sister.. why do they have to be so nosy. it is still early in the morning. what should i do? i don't even have school to go. in fact, today is Sunday. i don't even have meeting to attend. uff!! but wait.. what time is it?? hahaha! its 1143AM. oww no wonder my mum acts as a machine gun just now.. my bad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"so ma, what do we have for lunch? hehe.."&lt;br /&gt;"tgok la sendiri.."&lt;br /&gt;"ha? sardin je?"&lt;br /&gt;"nak sedap masak sndiri~"&lt;br /&gt;"perli kasar nampak.."&lt;br /&gt;"terase ke? hahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;"mane udang galah nye?"&lt;br /&gt;"pergi tangkap sendri"&lt;br /&gt;"cehh!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sardin? emm whatever.. need to eat. cuz im starving like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before holidays, i text-ed my dad saying that i wanna work during holidays. haha! once i step into the house, i change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"pa, tak mau keja la."&lt;br /&gt;"da agak da~"&lt;br /&gt;"hehe.. pau dwet papa je la"&lt;br /&gt;"anak oh anak.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time watching tv with siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kak, kau cuti bape lame?"&lt;br /&gt;"2 months. nape?"&lt;br /&gt;"alaaaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;"...??"&lt;br /&gt;"tak suke la kau balik?"&lt;br /&gt;"cehh! nape lak?"&lt;br /&gt;"asik kau je tgok tv.."&lt;br /&gt;"suke hati la~"&lt;br /&gt;"aku nak tgok kartun tak bole.."&lt;br /&gt;"g la main online game kau tu"&lt;br /&gt;"papa pakai pc.."&lt;br /&gt;"ps?"&lt;br /&gt;"bosan.. takde game baru.."&lt;br /&gt;"g bunuh diri la.."&lt;br /&gt;"...bodoh punye kakak"&lt;br /&gt;"uff!"&lt;br /&gt;"kak, bole aku...."&lt;br /&gt;"no!"&lt;br /&gt;"alaa pkai laptop kau"&lt;br /&gt;"no!"&lt;br /&gt;"kedekot"&lt;br /&gt;"bwahaha! aku suke jadi kejam.. 2 ringgit sejam.. pakai la~"&lt;br /&gt;"ahh baik aku g cc"&lt;br /&gt;"ha pergi la.."&lt;br /&gt;"aku tutup plug tv!"&lt;br /&gt;"aku nak g kfc.. sape nak ikot?!"&lt;br /&gt;"haa nak nak!"&lt;br /&gt;"tadi nak tgok tv sgt.. tgok la~"&lt;br /&gt;"alaa nak g gak!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so me and my lil brother go to kfc.. owh! after fetch my lil sister at my cousin's house. my lil sister spend more than half day outside house. thats why she is so 'FAIR'.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happen, my family is the best. no place is full of love but home. ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-4327485108963214767?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/4327485108963214767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=4327485108963214767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4327485108963214767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/4327485108963214767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-good-to-be-home.html' title='So good to be home!'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-8677976693773105775</id><published>2010-04-28T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:01:39.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke my SE C901</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;as usual when i sleep ill put the phone on my side. this morning, i was shocked! all off sudden i saw my phone already broken. T_T why?! dayang told me it fell down to floor early morning. my hand was like everywhere.. hahaha! okay it was me who did broke the phone. i push the phone down while i was sleeping.. but seriously, need to buy new one.. huhu..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S9em-bVhORI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vdXlkNfJYQQ/s1600/IMG_8055.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/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S9em-bVhORI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vdXlkNfJYQQ/s400/IMG_8055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465020264257501458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S9elfcrRu7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ClrPbRw1Oqc/s1600/IMG_8053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S9elfcrRu7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ClrPbRw1Oqc/s400/IMG_8053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465018632529623986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to wake my teddy ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-8677976693773105775?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8677976693773105775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=8677976693773105775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/8677976693773105775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/8677976693773105775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-broke-my-se-c901.html' title='I broke my SE C901'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S9em-bVhORI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vdXlkNfJYQQ/s72-c/IMG_8055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548887086526507305.post-8444619548427438726</id><published>2010-04-24T03:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:02:01.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Pill : Farts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Farts! F A R T S&lt;br /&gt;say it out loud.. farts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today im gonna write bout fart.. i dun see such a big deal about fart.. do you?? when i fart, people will like wuuu stop farting.. &lt;u&gt;dats so disgusting.&lt;/u&gt; hey, farting is a normal process of life.. go and tell people to stop breathing cuz their breath are stink! &lt;i&gt;"JUST STOP BREATHING"&lt;/i&gt; -i mean sometimes i meet people breath like fart and sometimes worst! i just dont understand. everybody fart~ except for girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLS NEVER FART!&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;just kidding..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.. everybody in the world farts.. let see the list.&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;doors&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dogs&lt;br /&gt;horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;pillows&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why its so big deal? bcoz we make it to be..yes! we make it to be~ anyway, for those who do not know.. there are four major type of farts.. &lt;b&gt;FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; Proud And Loud - these fart are usually really loud and dont smell so bad.. perfect for birthday party. u should try! &lt;b&gt;SECOND:&lt;/b&gt; Silent but Violent - these fart are freaking ninja. they just &lt;i&gt;freettt&lt;/i&gt; out without anybody knowing. the stinkiest one! &lt;b&gt;THIRD:&lt;/b&gt; Squeeze - bunches of wanna be farts.. &lt;B&gt;LAST:&lt;/B&gt; Sharks - just dont force the fart.. even the shit will come out too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, for me farting should not be ashamed of. but for those who are, here some techniques to hide ur farts. &lt;b&gt;ONE:&lt;/b&gt; raising the volume. all u have to do is make noise louder than ur farts. &lt;b&gt;TWO:&lt;/b&gt; denial. just deny. deny. deny. thats all. &lt;b&gt;THREE:&lt;/b&gt; the blame. just blame it on someone else. these techniques are so good - even celebrities use them.. see how easy it is.. so dun hold ur farts, its healthier to let it out.. if u hold farts, the gas will build up in ur body. then ur body gonna expend.. next, explode! so whenever people ask why do u fart - i wanna save my life! Happy Farting~ haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay healthy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/162/3F51783923612F10B8408D9F982776FA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548887086526507305-8444619548427438726?l=liyanasafraa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/feeds/8444619548427438726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548887086526507305&amp;postID=8444619548427438726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/8444619548427438726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548887086526507305/posts/default/8444619548427438726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanasafraa.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-pill-farts.html' title='Off The Pill : Farts'/><author><name>Enna Safraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16087266106581363025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgO0b4-TJM/S91HwBp5ooI/AAAAAAAAAio/egXIi3WcDcs/S220/P1004050945468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
