<?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-1413218589626885936</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:15:21.709+08:00</updated><category term='Sweet Revenge'/><category term='Complain'/><category term='Chipsmore'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='Performance'/><category term='Childhood crush'/><category term='My Cats'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Arts stuff'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Membebel...'/><category term='How to...?'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Sweet'/><category term='Cursing'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Faculty Buddies'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='Cousin'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Dear Diary'/><category term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>the PoeTic GuiTaR</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all about me myself and i. It kills me in and burns me out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5968961530068028839</id><published>2011-02-14T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:30:48.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VUcux6GIv8/TVgxUOhahYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NjZYGsPEoHY/s1600/Nazrul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VUcux6GIv8/TVgxUOhahYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NjZYGsPEoHY/s400/Nazrul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573258762436380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always care&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love you give me&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking with me when I'm stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me melting when my heart is frozen&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving a hand when I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the love that you help me found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the honesty that you give&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me the air to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for kissing away all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me get through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even how many fight that we have been through&lt;br /&gt;I can never stop from loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta&lt;br /&gt;Untuk segalanya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5968961530068028839?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5968961530068028839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5968961530068028839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5968961530068028839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5968961530068028839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2011/02/terima-kasih-cinta.html' title='Terima Kasih Cinta'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VUcux6GIv8/TVgxUOhahYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NjZYGsPEoHY/s72-c/Nazrul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7055046648118672788</id><published>2011-02-10T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T07:01:35.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>Je t'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82Elbqwu2GY/TVMcm_QZppI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rJhfroNergw/s1600/IMG_6021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82Elbqwu2GY/TVMcm_QZppI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rJhfroNergw/s400/IMG_6021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571828620128265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime&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/1413218589626885936-7055046648118672788?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7055046648118672788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7055046648118672788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7055046648118672788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7055046648118672788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2011/02/je-taime.html' title='Je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82Elbqwu2GY/TVMcm_QZppI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rJhfroNergw/s72-c/IMG_6021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4579242840487843268</id><published>2011-01-19T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:40:59.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>He is Lust and You are Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two years ago, I thought i found a love. Every time when i look into his eyes, i tried to find the love. But can't seems to find what i wanted. For 2 years I have been fool and blind with all those words, that caused me to live in agony. That let me astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, since you're gone, I realize that you are not a love, but you are a lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you, I have known you for 12 years ago. I fall in love with you from the first sight. I'm too shy to show those feelings that i had for you, i let it remain silent for the past 11 years, until the day you came back into my life after several of years MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TTW9adI2u7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aebugZnw4EE/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TTW9adI2u7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aebugZnw4EE/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563561176882133938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i look into your eyes, i feel the sincerity, when i look into your eyes, i feel the love that you had for me, the love that you give to me. When i realize the truth, i slowly get out from my shelter and give my all to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the long lost love that i have been waiting for so long. Thanks teddy bear. Te qiero mucho mi amor&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4579242840487843268?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4579242840487843268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4579242840487843268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4579242840487843268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4579242840487843268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-is-lust-and-you-are-love.html' title='He is Lust and You are Love'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TTW9adI2u7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aebugZnw4EE/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-907469490400254735</id><published>2010-12-23T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:19:00.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I close my eyes and begin to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you and it feel so deep&lt;br /&gt;My dream travel back to the memory of past&lt;br /&gt;Where you'll be the first, the one and the last&lt;br /&gt;I miss the moment when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;When my heart beating faster seeing you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feel when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm going weak and my world turn upside down&lt;br /&gt;As I have lost you for the few years of past&lt;br /&gt;Now God finally answer my prayer at last&lt;br /&gt;HE sent you back to me to be my lover&lt;br /&gt;For me to cherish you, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God, please don't take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;Only if the death that be our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sayang for giving me a chance&lt;br /&gt;And I swear to God that you're my only one&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/1413218589626885936-907469490400254735?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/907469490400254735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=907469490400254735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/907469490400254735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/907469490400254735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2293993221958572239</id><published>2010-12-11T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:17:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpah Terkejut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since i last chatting and talking to my friend Amirul Dzarif. Then suddenly today i open his page and viewing his latest picture and something amazed me... He's engaged!!!! Sumpah terkejut. If i'm not mistakes, wasn't Mirul a gay? And if i'm not mistakes jugak la, the person yang dia get engaged jugak tu was his cousin.... Aida. But, sumpah tak pasti. But whatever it is, I'm happy for them. Diorg dah bertunang dalam bulan 10 ke 11 hari tu, tapi sumpah aku tak perasan. Maybe sebab jarang online and busy exam kot. Syukur, at last Mirul being a man. Hopelly he will remain that way forever... May God bless their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kindda late for me to say this, but congrats to Amirul and Aida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TQNdnpjT9SI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OxMQowLgMRU/s1600/Mirul%2B%2526%2BAida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TQNdnpjT9SI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OxMQowLgMRU/s400/Mirul%2B%2526%2BAida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549382101600826658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2293993221958572239?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2293993221958572239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2293993221958572239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2293993221958572239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2293993221958572239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/sumpah-terkejut.html' title='Sumpah Terkejut'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TQNdnpjT9SI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OxMQowLgMRU/s72-c/Mirul%2B%2526%2BAida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7245648227399942120</id><published>2010-12-11T04:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:54:12.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>Dear Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>I love you so much until I don't know how to express it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you until I suddenly cried.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure your memory until I finally found you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.43 AM&lt;br /&gt;December 11, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-7245648227399942120?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7245648227399942120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7245648227399942120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7245648227399942120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7245648227399942120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-teddy-bear_11.html' title='Dear Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8482823371219876918</id><published>2010-12-10T05:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T05:31:18.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>Nazrul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nazire text me yesterday morning. My heart stop beating for a while when i receive his text. What in an earth did he thinking? He does sounded like he miss... But in the same time his sarcastic behavior making me crazy. He annoyed me! Thank God, in the same after, a short while after that, i receive a text from Nazrul. He calm me down. Nazrul seems sarcastic and "mulut puaka", but in the same time he didnt realise that he was so romantic and caring. Well right now is around 5 am in the morning, and he just call me, cause just terjaga from his sleep. There had something about Nazrul that i still try to understand and then i can accept him fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm falling for him since the 1st time i saw him which is 11 years ago, during primary school and i was just 10 years old while that. And those feeling keep continue to highschool where i went nuts due to a huge crush on him. But i lost his tracked for several years after he graduated from school and going to collage. Then in Allah wills, He sent Nazrul back to me. After have been searching him from a friends and also internet, at last i found him on FB. I added him. I didnt expect anything only for him to accept my request. When he accept it, i recieved the notification from my cell. Oh course i was so freaking happy. Then suddenlly i receive a privite msg from him. I was so amazed. And of course i was so happy. We keep texting and texting then exchange our number and now, we are in love. How the deep the love from me? Uncounted &amp;amp; unexplanable. And how deep and true his love towards me? Only God and him knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How i wish that he was the right person. Why am i saying this? I have lost him for about 3 years from my life, then suddenly he came back to me, and look at us now... We are in love. But still, i wasn't so sure about the relationship. Yes, of course we're in the flirting mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the highschool time, my heart beating faster every time we met at school. He was the only person who has made me feel that way for my entire life. I may be speachless if i'm talking to him during the shcool time before. Nothing special about him, but there had something in  him that took my heart. He had the X-factor that can wow me everytime when i met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that my started statement is about my ex, Nazire, but then it suddenly change to Nazrul. I dunno why am i mixing this things out...but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love...but is he were the one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-8482823371219876918?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8482823371219876918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8482823371219876918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8482823371219876918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8482823371219876918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/nazrul.html' title='Nazrul'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3091453578904610384</id><published>2010-12-09T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T03:09:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelentong Si Cik T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stay up late last night due temporary insomnia. Then suddenly one of an old friend online. His name was Ameer Nazrin Moore. He was Eurasian. His dad was British and his mum were Malaysian. Well I met him only once during a public speaking contest that held at Senawang 2 High School, Seremban. It was during my highschool time. We'll exchange number and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well yesterday, well actually last night, I suddenly 'hola' him at FB chat, due to freaking boring and had no  one else to chat with. Then suddenly after tired of reminding him who am i, i ask him did he know my friend Cik T (a nickname that we give her during highschool), then he said yes. And the rest I'll let this chat statement speak for itself.......ahaks........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do u know mira from PZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: eeww...yes i know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: erm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: pls dont tell her i said dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: did she tell u how did she get your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: nope. i did wonder why n how... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: she get it from my cellph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: oooo ceh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: she kindda steal it from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: patot la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dunno until u guys dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: shes a pschyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaha. agak la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: eww pls dont remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: y? y? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: SHE FUCKING TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD A HEART DISEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahaha (almost fainted hearing this statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: ____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahah...lol lol lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: she tried to kiss me but i mengelak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: rasa nk gelak guling2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: shoot..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: eww eww eww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahhahah....seriouslly? OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: yessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG OMG OMG. after all this years now i find out the truth. OMG! So funny! funny sgt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: did u know she lied about having an amnesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: ____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahah how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: kereta langgar tiang red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahaha. how in an earth did she.........? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: i dunno lah. gila la dat girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahaha OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: pastu ckp kt i yg dia laku gila kt skolah and ramai laki nak dia. -____- kalau cun takpe&lt;br /&gt;             gak, ni muka mintak selipar........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL LOL serious i nk guling2 gelak ni. OMG sakit perut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: mmg patot pon, hahaha,  seriously pschyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha btw, i bkn mcm die erk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: the only reason i dated her because i kesian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i stabil.... hahaha ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: i tanak la bila tau dia camtu terus bla kan? so kena sabarlah huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: jalan nk tarik2 bra pulak kan! haih... problem oo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaha shoot seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: btw, how and why she amek no i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: selama ni konon in love sgt dgn u. i tatau. die curi from my cellph, sbb i pun slalu lepak&lt;br /&gt;       rumah dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: but she didnt know me kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope, cuma i pernah cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: hello, smpi sekarang kot she tunggu i. scarry huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: pasal public speaking tu la. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: br hr tu she nk chat dgn i in fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i just cerita yg i tertarik dgn nama u and dia punya gedik, pegi amek. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: she said "do u remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: and i said "nope, don't think so" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: jahat. so mean :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: i know, but it's for the best. kang tak pasal2 i bukak pintu rumah dia tunggu kat luar.&lt;br /&gt;             eee takutnye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaha OMG smpi ke situ u fikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: she has potential hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahah damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: mana taknye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: u're so mean hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: she said bapak dia hantar bodyguard ke everywhere she goes. -____- and she ada&lt;br /&gt;             tunang la, ape la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha pschyo gile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: membe u gak hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tapi dia mmg kaki kelentong pon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: ye ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: kat sekolah ape semua yg dia ckp, kitorg erm iye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: die kerabat ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: then x amek pot...hahahaha membongak la, percaya la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: imagination tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: and then try to convince i yg dia half indon like me, so she mula ckp indon. kantoi&lt;br /&gt;             bnyk gile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: but i senyap je la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: die tiru i la tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: aih..mcm2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i penah close dgn an indonesian lawyer, so i terikut-ikut ckp indon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: yeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: n she did learn from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: so dia pon nk la ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i gueess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameer: tu la pasal. k lah, hav to go now kay? nk tido. penat wo. anyway good to keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;             with old mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously after this chat i gelak guling2 and my perut cramp sebab banyak gelak. What in an earth were she thinking? I never tot her imagination could be that wild and pschyo.&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/1413218589626885936-3091453578904610384?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3091453578904610384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3091453578904610384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3091453578904610384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3091453578904610384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/kelentong-si-cik-t.html' title='Kelentong Si Cik T'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3669946432190794087</id><published>2010-12-08T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:01:11.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentap!</title><content type='html'>Fine! Sentap dgn teddy bear! Geram! Sesuka hati je nak bully aku! Nak tengok aku merajuk? Fine I will show you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3669946432190794087?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3669946432190794087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3669946432190794087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3669946432190794087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3669946432190794087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/sentap.html' title='Sentap!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2732473268863652983</id><published>2010-12-07T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:57:54.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Bear'/><title type='text'>Dear Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw you running to your friends at the field,&lt;br /&gt;Then i suddenly realize that this feeling for real.&lt;br /&gt;Love at the first sight had caught me in between,&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting you for so long and now I win.&lt;br /&gt;Winning you heart is the gift that i treasure,&lt;br /&gt;A gift from Allah that answer my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah for His bless to me,&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish His gift until eternity.&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, you are my lover,&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're mine, and i hope that we will be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Dedicate to my Teddy Bear. I hope that I can undersatdn you well enough to make this work. Dear Allah please bless me. Please bless our friendship and relationship. AMIN.&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/1413218589626885936-2732473268863652983?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2732473268863652983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2732473268863652983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2732473268863652983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2732473268863652983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-teddy-bear.html' title='Dear Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1375077695990264788</id><published>2010-12-07T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:13:55.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Nurul Nadia bt. Zainarruddin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;I just read this story from FB share, and it does touch my heart a lil. So i hope you all like it and learn the lesson from it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name aku Amir.. Aku de sorg awek.. Sorg??? huhu.. Awek aku ni mmg lawa giler r!! Sbb die lawa tu r aku ngn membe2 aku berebut.. Nasib aku baik la, aku dpt jugak die....memandangkan aku ni pun kategori org yg handsome.. hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOPS! lupe! Name awek aku ni Nadia.. Kitorg x same kampung tp satu sekolah.. Satu hari ni aku dpt twrn smbung blajar kt satu IPTA ni.. Awek aku pn dpt.. Alhamdulillah result SPM kitorg cemerlang walaupun aku pun x percaye boleh dpt 7A.. Hahaha.. Tp mmg giler r.. Walaupun kos yg ditawarkn same, tp aku terlambung kt utara n die lak kt Selatan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die ni kuat jeles tu jgn ckp laa.. hidup aku dia yg aturkan.. selama aku satu sekolah dulu, jgn hrp la aku nk kuwa ngn membe2 perempuan aku.. Jgnkn kuwa same, pndg pun x boleh.. Kdg2 aku rimas jugak ngn die.. T aku ckp byk ngn die, mau die marah2 then merajuk.. Benci tul aku.. Aku tau die sygggg sgt2 kt aku. Aku tau die mmg x lyn mane2 lelaki yg cube usyar line die.. Kdg2 aku bengang jugak if ade lelaki yg hntr2 msj kt die walaupun die x reply..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tp sebenarnye aku ade sorokkan sumthing drp die.. Disebabkan kitorg pun da terpisah jauh, aku mule la nk test market kt utara ni.. Jahatkn? Aku rase bebas!!! Aku pn rase die mcm tu jgk kot.. Yelah, die kn lawa.. Msti r ramai jantan usyar die.. Disebabkan aku nk menutup perasaan prasangka yg buruk2 tu, aku mula r berkawan ngn ramai perempuan kat sini.. Setiap kali org tanye status aku, mesti aku jwb aku single.. Aku selalu kuwa ngn member2 perempuan aku kat sini.. Mmg lagak cm org single.. Aku selalu teringatkan die time aku tgh berfoya2.. Bile wktu mlm sebelum tidur, msti die yg call aku.. Aku? Kdg2 kot.. Tp aku syg sgt kt die.. Aku ckp kt die, membe2 aku kt sini semuanye jantan.. Die ckp die pun same.. Sebelum kitorg end call mst die cerita2 kenangan kami bersama.. Die selalu ckp, "kalau sy da x de baru awk leh gatal dgn perempuan lain".. Kdg2 aku mrh die sbb die ckp yg bukan2 walaupun hakikatnya aku mmg da menggatal da pun.. Kdg2 aku selalu jgk create pergaduhan ngn die.. byk kali die nangis time gaduh2 ngn aku.. pernah tu aku tertengking dia.. kesian die.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SAYA SAYANG AWAK! SAYA NAK AWAK!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tibe2 aku terkejut drp lamunan.. Rupa2nye member perempuan aku, Tiqah.. Aku pn dgn bangang aku terima..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mase duit PTPTN kuwa, aku beli sebijik henpon lg. Satu henpon khas tok msj Nadia, satu g utk Tiqah.. Dlm tempoh aku belajar kt sini, mcm2 tipu aku wat.. Aku tipu dua2 perempuan tu.. Tp hati aku tetap sygkn Nadia.. Mungkin sbb jauh, perasaan tu kdg2 bercampur.. Tiqah pn mcm Nadia.. Sejak aku couple ngn minah ni, aku dah x kuwa ngn member2 perempuan lain.. semuanya kembali mcm mase aku ngan Nadia dulu.. Aku terasa bersalah sgt.. Tp dlm mase yg same aku just nk hilangkan perasaan bosan sorg2 kat sini.. "Kalau la Nadia tau.." Kdg2 aku terfikir nk berterus-terang.. Tp aku x berani.. Kalau dulu aku tidur pukul 1.30, sekarang ni pkul 3.30 kdg2 pkul 4.. Yelah sbb nk gayut dgn dua2.. Semua org x tahu siapa aku sebenarnya walaupun roomate aku sendiri.. Setiap kali aku balik kampung, Nadia x balik.. Yelah.. U dgn sekolah mane same.. Cuti lain2.. Cume ade sekali tu kitorg dpt cuti same2.. Cuti raye kn.. Time aku jumpa ngn Nadia, aku sorokkan henpon satu lg tu kat rumah.. Nadia makin lawa! Berseri2.. Mane2 lelaki tgok gerenti r cair ni.. Nadia ckp cinta die hanya utk aku.. Selama die berpisah dgn aku, die semakin rindu, semakin syg n cintakn aku.. Utk hilang rase camtu, die habiskan mase dgn belajar.. Kdg2 die ckp belajar smpai tau2 da mlm.. Die happy sbb hati aku masih x berubah utk dia sorang.. ERR! aku terasa bersalah sgt.. "Kalau sy da x de, baru awk leh gatal dgn perempuan len tau!" ckp die sambil tergelak2.. Perkataan tu da berjuta kali kot die sebut.. Aku tgok muke die yg lembut tu.. Die bersuara, kalau habis belajar, die nk aku ikat die sebagai tunang.. Pastu die nk kami kerja, kumpul duit byk2 n kahwin then sambung belajar lg.. Beria2 die menceritakan impian die kt aku...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permainan aku berlarutan sehingga sem yg ke 4...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pada satu hari ni aku g makan ngn Tiqah mcm biasa... Heboh kampus aku jd tuan rumah untuk satu pertandingan perbahasan antara IPTA. Kebetulan hari ni ulangtahun ke 3 aku ngan Nadia.. Mcm biase aku g mkn ngn Tiqah kt cafe.. Mase Tiqah tgh ambil lauk, aku terniat hati nk cek msj die.. Terhenti jantung aku, berlambak2 msj sorang jantan yg bersayang2 kt inbox dia.. Aku pn angin r.. Mase Tiqah duduk, aku soal2 dia smpai menangis minah tu.. Sebelum ni x terniat pulak aku nk cek.. Tiqah ckp die ttp sygkn aku.. Aku pun mula terfikirkn Nadia.. Tibe2 ade sekumpulan awek dtg kat meja aku time2 gini la pulak.. X lame pastu aku nmpk Nadia.. Aku menelan air liur.. Rupe2nye, Nadia ambil bahagian dalam pertandingan tu.. Bila Tiqah nmpk ramai2 awek tu dtg kt aku, pelik r die.. &lt;em&gt;N dgn kuasa Allah, semua terbongkar pada saat tu.. and Tiqah sendiri mengaku yg dielah awek aku kt depan Nadia.. Aku tgok Nadia menangis.. Die x bercakap sepatah haram perkataan pun.. Cume die berikan aku sekotak hadiah ulangtahun kami sebelum dia tinggalkn aku.. Aku terus putuskan hubungan aku ngn Tiqah.. Mase aku balik hostel, puas aku call Nadia.. Aku hntr msj berlambak2 kt die.. die x reply pn... Aku sedar, die dah benci aku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rupanya Nadia masih menerima aku.. Aku happy sgt2.. Aku berjanji x nk kecewakn die lg.. 2 minggu kejadian itu berlalu.. Org2 sekeliling aku mula menjauhkan diri daripada aku.. Nk2 yg member2 perempuan aku la.. Aku dah x kesah da.. Aku dah berubah.. Aku cuma nk dapatkn keputusan yg cemerlang sampai time akhir sem nanti. Aku nk dptkn kerja baik2.. Apa2 pun aku nk ikat Nadia dulu.. Kdg2 aku berasa malu sgt kt Nadia nk2 bila teringatkn mak ayah dia.. Nasib baik die x pergi report kat mak n ayah dia.. hehe.. Dlm tgh syok2 berangan sambil membelek2 kemeja baru hadiah ulangtahun daripadanya mase hari kejadian tu, tibe2 aku dpt msj drpd member Nadia.. "Nadia eksiden!" Ermm.. Hati aku tibe2 jd x sedap.. Msj kedua drp member die smpai lg.. Terasa panas muka aku bile bace msj tu.. "Nadia da X DE.. Die kne langgar ngan kereta mase lintas jln.." Mcm org gila pas aku bace msj tu.. Aku ambil keputusan balik kejap kampung walaupun terpaksa ponteng kelas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku rase kosong.. Kosong sgt.. Teringat gelak tawa die, teringat suara die, muke die yg lawa tu.. Aku menangis dlm bas.. Aku x peduli ngn org2 yg pndg aku.. Kali ni aku betul2 menyalahkan diri aku.. Semua kenangan aku ngan Nadia bermain dlm kepala aku.. Aku xmampu menahan perasaan sedih ni.. Berulang kali aku bace msj terakhir Nadia mlm td.. "Awk, sy nk tido.. Mcm biase, sy sygkn awk utk selamanye walaupun awk da lukekn ati sy, sy maafkn... Tp ingat! Kalau sy x de baru awk leh gatal ngn perempuan len tau! Hehe.. Nk mrh la tu.. Sy leb awk! Sweet dreamz.." Ya Allah! Kuatkn hatiku ni.. Semasa aku sampai, jenazahnya belum tiba lagi.. Ye.. Aku pun terus mencoretkan kisah ini.. Semoga menjadi pengajaran kt korang.. Air mata aku berguguran sepanjang mencoretkan kisah ni.. Tapi aku tau, Nadia x kn kembali da.. X de lg msj Nadia, panggilan Nadia.. X de dah ungkapan "kalau sy x de" tu dah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teman2.. Aku mintak sedekahkanlah fatihah utk nya.. Mungkin ada yg memperlekehkn kisah aku ni.. Tp bg aku, inilah kisah yg plg bermakna utk aku.. Utk selamanya aku menyayangi kau, Nurul Nadia bt Zainarruddin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkin kejap lagi jenazahnya tiba.. Aku nk bersiap2 utk beri penghormatan terakhir buat die yg aku sygi.. Sememangnya cinta die utk aku shgga akhir nafasnya... Aku mampu merelakan pemergiannya... Tabahkn hatiku Ya Allah.... -Al Fatihah..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE: Al-fatihah to Nadia, may her soul rest in peace. And to others, this is some lesson that we need to learn and realise about how the deep the love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1375077695990264788?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1375077695990264788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1375077695990264788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1375077695990264788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1375077695990264788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/tribute-to-nurul-nadia-bt-zainarruddin.html' title='Tribute to Nurul Nadia bt. Zainarruddin'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8961017243249720847</id><published>2010-12-06T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:54:30.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood crush'/><title type='text'>Which one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, in my previous post, I've already tell about my childhood crush right? So now I'm showing his picture.. Well some old picture that i snap during our sports day. He was in form 5 while I'm in form 3.  Gosh I really miss the high school moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TPyxn_bGNvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dLv2JuJC5lI/s1600/IMG_5425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TPyxn_bGNvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dLv2JuJC5lI/s400/IMG_5425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547504141611710194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which one is him? Sh...........it's a secret. Tapi to sape yg dah tau tu, diam2 sudey.... Hehehe... Gosh I miss this moment. The time i curi2 to snap his pict... He sort of like a love from the first sight.. Imagine, the huge crush since 10 years old.........  I'm so in love with him. It just that i'm still not so sure either he will be mine or we will remain just as a friends....&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/1413218589626885936-8961017243249720847?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8961017243249720847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8961017243249720847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8961017243249720847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8961017243249720847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/12/which-one.html' title='Which one?'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TPyxn_bGNvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dLv2JuJC5lI/s72-c/IMG_5425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5090530378679232208</id><published>2010-11-28T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:06:35.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Childhood Crush</title><content type='html'>First of all, i wanna wish congrats to all of my buddies yang baru je grad siang tadi. Sorry aku tak datang convo, ade masalah dunia dengan Encik Naz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh maybe you may think it's the old Naz, Nazire rite? Nope! But it's Nazrul. He was my childhood crush since i was 10 years old. I have a huge crush on him for so freaking long time. Suddenly one day, recently, i found him at FB. Then i add him. Well i didn't expect anything just hoping he could accept then that's it la. Then suddenly he msg me on FB. I'm so freaking amazed and excited. While on that night i have a McD annual dinners party. Due to excited because he msg me, then after that we exchange number and keep texting each other on the phone, i didn't really enjoy the annual dinner party. Ramai yang ajak enjoy, join the dance floor...but I'm not in mood. All i wanna be while that is with my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really makes me flying without wings. Gosh i dunno what else to said. It's like a dreams come true. I have been waiting for this moment for so long, and now God finally answer my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly he's not the typical guy that i use to date. He kindda 'mulut puaka' type of person. And aku memang selalu kena sembur dengan die especially about my appearance, sebab dia cakap sexy sangat. WTF? Sexy ke haku? Tak de makne! And one more thing, he's black. Tapi hitam manis la kate org. Aku punya taste kan memang pelik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, we're kindda flirting with each other, but haven't declare anything yet. Oh and yg tambah buat aku berbunga-bunga, he said that he have a crush on me too during high school... Tapi si blacky sengal lagi ego itu tak reti nak tegur aku! Very the vavi one. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn!!!!!!!! And you're the place my life begins, and you will be the end, i'm flying without wings... Kali ni aku sure, aku tak bertepuk sebelah tangan lagi macam masa zaman sekolah dulu. Nak tengok rupe die? Nanti dulu...sampai masa aku show ye pict die nanti :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5090530378679232208?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5090530378679232208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5090530378679232208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5090530378679232208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5090530378679232208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/11/childhood-crush.html' title='Childhood Crush'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7179443537164957484</id><published>2010-11-24T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T04:22:04.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm flying without wings</title><content type='html'>Gosh...i'm so freakin happy and excited and keep blushing. I feel like i'm flying without wings. Thanks for making me smile... I have been waiting for such a long time to hear you saying that. And now God have finallly answer my prayer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-7179443537164957484?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7179443537164957484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7179443537164957484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7179443537164957484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7179443537164957484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-flying-without-wings.html' title='I&apos;m flying without wings'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1901276550254340410</id><published>2010-11-20T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:08:53.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is a mess.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything that i do, it still remind me of you.  Please go away from me. Dear memory, please go away....far far away from me. I need my life back.... I need me.. Even when i went out with Fik, or some other scandal, i still can't get you off my mind. My heart rebel. I will and want to do everything that you use to stop me from doing it. So now, i'm gonna get a belly, nose, thung and lower mouth pierce... Or maybe one or two from that... You hate me wearing short skirts....So another point... Oh what else...yeah stop contacting you... Perhaps i should purposly let you see me having a date with another guy? Or perhaps.....erm...whatever.....gosh.... I guess i'm a lil insane right now.... I better go to sleep before this things get worse....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1901276550254340410?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1901276550254340410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1901276550254340410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1901276550254340410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1901276550254340410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-is-mess.html' title='Everything is a mess.....'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1347973316959307087</id><published>2010-11-19T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:37:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks Eddy &amp;amp; Fik kerna buat aku tersenyum. Thanks Eddy even, you busy macam mane pun tadi, still ade mase tok melayan perempuan gila macam i ni. Thanks Fik cause u always be there when i need you. You're the best guy friend i ever had. Sumpah tak tipu. Tapi dalam masa yang same Eddy secara tak sengaja buat aku ter-rindu kat dia. Shoot.... Rasa nak salai je ko tadi Eddy. Tapi tak pe. Dimaafkan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully plan nak merayap hari ahad ni jadi. Kalau tak jadi memang aku tenyeh si Arep dgn Haris, si master mind plan ni.  Oh diorg cakap aku cute rambut pendek... Wah terus terasa mulut sampai ke telinga. Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari tu dengan baik hatinye si Arep simpankan aku mcchiken supreme and si haris bagi oj utk bwk balik melantak time supper.....Indahnye... Thanks korang....terharu mak noks...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Susah pulak nak tido ni.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully esok Mr Chipsmore and Fik and Willy online dan melayan kerenah cik gedik ini lagi kerana dia sangat memerlukan perhatian mereka untuk mengelakkan dia dari melakukan kerja-kerja gila iaitu seperti mengamuk di public dan memukul dan menghentak seorang insan setan yang pernah buat dia terluka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-The End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: Entry ini di tulis semasa diri ini sedang kukoo, tidak retard dan tidak juga normal.....cuma in the middle.... TQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1347973316959307087?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1347973316959307087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1347973316959307087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1347973316959307087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1347973316959307087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-10186826924421165</id><published>2010-11-17T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:21:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shoot....i should have going back home. At least cuti one day for raya. Ini tak...nak jugak rasa keje time raya... SO hamek kau.... Kan dah emo awal-awal pagi ni. Dah la kena keje pagi... Lagi snap! Sayu je hati dengar takbir raya awal-awal pagi ni.... Rase nak melalak and balik Seremban sekarang jugak je... NI mau aku buat gile karang, balik lepas keje nanti... Ape aku kesah...Seremban dekat je. 2 houus travel. Whatever it is...just wanna wish you guys Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha... Huwa....nak rendang daging....Damn.... I miss Mama.....&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/1413218589626885936-10186826924421165?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/10186826924421165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=10186826924421165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/10186826924421165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/10186826924421165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/11/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4292934931687137864</id><published>2010-11-11T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:25:27.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>"In life, Allah doesn't give you the people that you want, instead, He gives you the people that you need. To hurt you, to love you and to make you exactly the way you should be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A friend name Rasyid who give me this meaningful quote. Thanks. I know you been following my blog. And i hope you will contact me back. I really have a things to share &amp;amp; to tell you. And i think i miss you too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just browse some old books then i find those old quotes. I was still in high school while that. I'm kindda miss that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4292934931687137864?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4292934931687137864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4292934931687137864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4292934931687137864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4292934931687137864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6677850519842360204</id><published>2010-10-15T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:15:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess i have no feelings for you anymore. The only things that remain was just the memory. I'm moving on. I love my life. I love myself. I am with with my friends, and my favorite junior...(you guys know who). All of them are very supportive. And so as Kak Suraya and my Abg Khairul. I can live without you. You're just the memory from the past. But still, i can and will remain as your friends and no more than that. Well how i wish to have Mr D, but.........erm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6677850519842360204?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6677850519842360204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6677850519842360204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6677850519842360204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6677850519842360204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-moving-on.html' title='I&apos;m Moving On'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3315698690018749805</id><published>2010-10-12T12:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:58:17.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faculty Buddies'/><title type='text'>Hikayat 1001 malam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was fun. Danial sit right next to me. Dan dia melayan saja kegedikkan aku ini. Hehehe... Tapi dalam masa yang sama aku masih teringat. Si Afiq setan punya pasal la. Dia yang ingatkan. Dah la petang tu aku emo kejap. Worth jugak aku pergi dinner tu. At least malam tu aku happy sikit. Plus si panjang itu ade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi yang tak best, aku tak dapat nak sakat si Tera lebih2. Sebab aku janji just untuk malam tu je aku tak kacau die. I did keep my promise. Konon control perangai la sebab Danial ada sebelah. Tapi hari tu malam pergi makan kat lilin dengan Mak Jah and budak group yang tolong die showcase tu, Tera and Danial ada menyebuk, pun aku selamba je sakat Tera. Siap lari kejar2 lagi...hehehe.. Tapi masa tu belum angaukan si panjang tu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menang best dress malam tu for perempuan Ili Diana &amp;amp; lelaki, si Diva.. Erm lelaki la sangat si Diva tu. Kenapa la diorg tak buat category untuk kaum yang sepruh je? Mesti drag habis pondan2 tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm...si panjang tu melayan je perangai aku malam tu. Tu yang seronok tu. Tapi dalam masa yang sama aku try control jugak sebab dah kena sound dengan Sabby si mulut leser itu. Oh ni ade preview some of the pict masa malam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaWwb3a6qI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-lyOmUopb4s/s1600/IMG_5343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaWwb3a6qI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-lyOmUopb4s/s400/IMG_5343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527771351501957794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mr D pojaan hatiku...(oh ku angau lagi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaXoiLtUbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JcFUagju7rc/s1600/IMG_5308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaXoiLtUbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JcFUagju7rc/s400/IMG_5308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527772315270336946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial, Azie, Jeppy, Dayah &amp;amp; Sabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaZDLAfGcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FfWcwwGvvgE/s1600/IMG_5329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaZDLAfGcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FfWcwwGvvgE/s400/IMG_5329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527773872417348034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dgn Zul (x scandal si bola ragbi)&lt;br /&gt;(serious ko tak de taste Zul, but perhaps kau hanya pandang bola ragbi die tu kot...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaYgfNT0JI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gXxBWGWMRVQ/s1600/IMG_5318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaYgfNT0JI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gXxBWGWMRVQ/s400/IMG_5318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527773276544422034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afiq (Muke cam penyangak pecah rumah tu) &amp;amp; King (yg mcm Teddy bear tu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INFO TAMBAHAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq(seperti gambar di atas) sedang berskandal dengan Mak Jijah. Dan Mak Jijah pulak setiap waktu asyik cakap pasal Afiq kat aku. Naik muak aku. Macam kau sorang je yang angau. Aku pun angau gak, tapi dah stabil dah. Ni dia setiap masa dan waktu, topiknye hanye Afiq... Oh Azie...please help me.... Wa.....Mak Jah dah kembali seperti dulu!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3315698690018749805?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3315698690018749805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3315698690018749805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3315698690018749805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3315698690018749805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/hikayat-1001-malam.html' title='Hikayat 1001 malam...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TLaWwb3a6qI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-lyOmUopb4s/s72-c/IMG_5343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6767931658135170645</id><published>2010-10-10T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:17:29.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau memang Bab*! Dan kamu pula menengankan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kau memang cam gampang kan?! Aku dah mula happy, kau carik aku balik. Laknat la kau! Kau tak nak bagi aku happy ke? Pegi la layan betina2 garit kesayangan kau tu! Let me live my own life. Hari ni aku nak melegak je dengan perangai kau yang macam haram tu. Kalau ikutkan hati, kalau kau ada depan aku, i wish i could kick your balls! Mencungap kejap aku sebab menahan kemarahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank God Danial muncul. Dialah yang tenangkan aku. Nak harap si Darryl, mau aku lepuk je si kecik tu! Huh! Damn you Danial! Makin lama kau buat aku makin angau! Jumpe kau tadi buat berdegup je hati aku. Tapi entahlah... Kau tu macam tak da perasaan. Aku pun erm entahlah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well aku dah pulangkan balik Danial punya card matrix. Baru je tadi lepas jumpa dia. Oh God, kenapalah apa yang kita kejar tu tak dapat, apa yang kita ignore, itu yang muncul. Danial oh Danial... Kenapalah kau yang aku angau... Kalau kau pun sama macam si edie tak pe jugak. Hhuhuhu........&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/1413218589626885936-6767931658135170645?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6767931658135170645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6767931658135170645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6767931658135170645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6767931658135170645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/kau-memang-bab-dan-kamu-pula.html' title='Kau memang Bab*! Dan kamu pula menengankan...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2403186579548054533</id><published>2010-10-08T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:08:09.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Membuli si pembuli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hamek kau Afiq. Mulut kau maha puaka. Sebab tu aku dan Mak Jah gelar kau Afiq setan. Tapi rupa-rupanya kau ada latah jugak ye. Hahaha....lawak sey.... Gile tak cool. Mulut dah puaka, muka dah macam perampok pecah rumah, tapi melatah.... Serious lawak.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam memang seronok aku membuli kau. Biasanya kau yang membuli member2 kau dengan mulut puaka kau tu kan? Semalam kau pulak kena buli dengan kuku pisau aku! Hamek kau...melatah sambil melompat sambil fancing.... Really tak macho babe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada muke ko kena marah dengna Cik Zaki! Hahaha.... Aku yang membuli, kau yang kena marah... Hamek kau... Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sewaktu entry ini ditulis, si Afiq setan baru saja mendapatkan card matrix die dari aku sebab aku bawak lari..... Hehehe.......... Dan si Danial, masih tidak muncul untuk tuntut card matrixnya kembali yang aku curik pada awal pagi tadi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu aku suke main kejar2 and curi kat matrix dengan Hezron, sekarang dengan budak berdua ni pulak... Mak Jah memang dah tersangkut sket dengan si Afiq Setan, aku pulak tengah ter'angau'kan si Danial, kena sangatlah tu. Tapi aku tau tau, angau tu mesti kejap jer... Tengok la by next week, pulih la tu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Btw, i heard a lot of gud things about him (Danial), he's so kind, he's good at aural skills etc.. He's so sweet sangat... He's almost perfect for a good guy. Oh and he's stylish........also........  Tapi yang slack nye....die berada dalam rejected list aku sebab dia bawah umur... huhuhu damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi entahlah, hopefully masin mulut kau wani, mane tau aku and die boleh jadi macam kau and Thairy ke? Hehehe amin......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2403186579548054533?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2403186579548054533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2403186579548054533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2403186579548054533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2403186579548054533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/membuli-si-pembuli.html' title='Membuli si pembuli'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2071874757472059589</id><published>2010-10-07T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:11:56.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Danial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TK1HwgJX7qI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yJFnPLmnLTI/s1600/angau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TK1HwgJX7qI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yJFnPLmnLTI/s400/angau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151216442011298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn you Danial! Pandai kau kelentong aku! Mati-mati aku ingatkan kau umur kau memang lagi tua dari aku. Tapi kuasa Tuhan nak tunjuk kau ni kelentong jugak kan?! Ha...amek kau! Kan aku dah bawak lari matrix card ko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi sekarang ni aku pulak yang ada masalah! Damn you Danial! Sekarang ni kau pulak yang buat aku angau selepas Mr. Chipsmore. Muka kau memang matured, dan badan ko tinggi macam galah dan itulah yang membuat aku tertipu dengan kata kau yang kau ni dah tue dari aku. Tak pasal-pasal la aku ter'angau' kat kau! Tapi aku tak taulah kali ni berapa lama pulak aku angau. Biasanya aku kalau angau paling lama seminggu dua, lepas tu, sembuhlah penyakit angau ku itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn you Danial! Puas melilau aku carik kau pasal nak bagi balik card matrix kau. Kau kata kau ada practise kat bilik cak lempong, tapi haram! At last bila aku nak pergi lab library, best je aku tengok kau dan Afiq tengah relax sambil main chest! Aku rase macam nak lepuk je kau kuat2. Tapi sebaliknye, aku just cubit kau je! Dan aku tau memang saket. Ramai yang tak tahan bila kena cubit dengan aku sebab kuku aku ni kuku pisau! Tajam.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa macam nak main kejar-kejar je dengan kau tadi untuk tak membenarkan kau dapat card matrix kau balik. Tapi kau cakap kau ada class theory. Class cik Rita pulak tu. So sebab aku sangat respect pada cik Rita, dan aku pun pulangkan la matrix card kau dengan segera. Tapi rasa sedikit menyesal pon ada. Kalau la aku simpan card kau lama-lama,  boleh kita-main kejar2 lagi kan?! Motifnye aku nak menggedik dengan kau la...sambil nak dengar si Afiq gelak evil.....hehehe Mak jah pun suke dengan gelak evil si Afiq itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi honestlly, aku tak berminat nak scandal atau ber'couple' dengan  budak faculty. Plus, kau lagi muda dari aku dan telah berada dalam rejected list aku. Tak pe, kite jadi member main kejar-kejar ye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn! Kenapelah aku asyik teringat senyum kau yang sweet tu. Aku ingat lagi 1st time aku notice kau masa kat kita pergi keynote dekat lim kok wing. Kau agak stylo dari yang lain. Tapi aku just anggap kau budak-budak hingusan la sebab aku tau kau tu juniour aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn you Danial! Aku rasa macam nak curik je card matrix kau lagi! Huhuhu.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2071874757472059589?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2071874757472059589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2071874757472059589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2071874757472059589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2071874757472059589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/danial.html' title='Danial'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TK1HwgJX7qI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yJFnPLmnLTI/s72-c/angau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6290105983454508055</id><published>2010-10-06T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:48:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My childhood crush is coming back to me now. Well it's not just only the childhood crush, but also the previous2 ex-bf. Well, at least chatting and laughing with them making me forget about the agony for a while. Some of them do making me smile, but some of them really make me feel so annoying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear childhood crush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no way I'm going to fell for you anymore due to 'KEGATALAN' that you show towards me. I expect you to be different, but I'm wrong. But it's ok, we can still be friends. Honestly you did make me smile and laugh hysterically. You're a good joker, but there something about you that i totally can't accept it. Well Mr childhood crush, i guess we can remain as a friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr X J,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please stop doing that, it's really annoying. You're trying to act innocent, but you're not. You're really annoyed me. Just get lost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr Memory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You've already been part of me, and i tried so hard to let it go. But sometimes, i just can't stop it. Everything that i do, reminds me to you. I've already get used that you always be around when i need something or when I'm down. But now you already been part from the memory of past. You will remain being one of the greatest and the hatters memory that i have ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr Fik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for being the best buddy ever. Even you kindda straight forwards sometimes and annoyed me, but you're still the best. You always be there when I'm down due to all Mr memory stuff. I'm blessed to have a buddy like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Miss Syah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for being my bff, but lately you wasn't always around. I really need you, but you're too busy with you studies, practical, and also you're social life. You know what i mean. Whatever it is, i still love you though as my bff. But every time I'm in a very damn critical moment, i know you always around. Thanks you so much. I'm blessed to have a bff like you babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Miss G,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're also just like Fik, always there. Thank you so much. Oh and the UNO game really make me addicted to it. You're a friend that i can always rely on. Thanks babe. I'm blessed to know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6290105983454508055?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6290105983454508055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6290105983454508055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6290105983454508055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6290105983454508055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-all.html' title='Dear All'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-235069717601888554</id><published>2010-10-01T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:17:20.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please go away and get out of my life. Even though i there's some times i do miss you, but thus feeling will go away. Soon... Just get out of my life. Every time i remember about it, all i can do is take a deep breath and let it go slowly...with hopes that all thus memory will fade away...forever... I know I'm stronger. Just please get out of my life. And i won't cry for you anymore. That's my promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-235069717601888554?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/235069717601888554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=235069717601888554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/235069717601888554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/235069717601888554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-away.html' title='Go away'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1258623397215815740</id><published>2010-09-29T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T03:26:39.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chipsmore'/><title type='text'>Mr Chipsmore</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr Chipsmore,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamu telah buat saya angau kembali. Terima kasih kerana telah membuat saya tersengih di tengah-tengah malam buta ini sendirian. Terima kasih kerana buat saya lupa pada mangkuk jamban yang telah dibuangkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr Chipsmore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya harap kamu tidak akan asyik hilang lagi. Sebab saya akan tension bila kamu hilang tiba-tiba. Kalau kamu buat lagi, saya gigit kamu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr Chipsmore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya sangat sukakan kamu. Kamu sangat rangup dan bercoklat chips yang sangat lazat. Saya harap kamu akan kekal lazat forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr Chipsmore,&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" border="0" class="gl_align_full" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih kerana sering muncul pabila saya perlukan kamu. Kamu ibarat tissu yang saya buat untuk lap dan hilangkan kenangan lame. Terima kasih kerana buat saya tak bertepuk sebelah tangan saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr Chipsmore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harap kita berjumpa lagi, soon.... xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1258623397215815740?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1258623397215815740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1258623397215815740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1258623397215815740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1258623397215815740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-chipsmore.html' title='Mr Chipsmore'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2131993239189558848</id><published>2010-09-28T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:57:04.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Jen Kao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCOLuO6wI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9Ph_xG76qGY/s1600/Jen+Kao+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCOLuO6wI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9Ph_xG76qGY/s400/Jen+Kao+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521837798309423874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCNzQSTVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/PIqG1cUrLos/s1600/Jen+Kao+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCNzQSTVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/PIqG1cUrLos/s400/Jen+Kao+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521837791741365586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCN4QiP8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Adf57aXX-bk/s1600/Jen+Kao+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCN4QiP8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Adf57aXX-bk/s400/Jen+Kao+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521837793084587970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCNnKPhcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U_E11jna0yc/s1600/Jen+Kao+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCNnKPhcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U_E11jna0yc/s400/Jen+Kao+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521837788494792130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCNQGjxwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qbZet_ZLhZo/s1600/Jen+Kao+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCNQGjxwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qbZet_ZLhZo/s400/Jen+Kao+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521837782305326850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Damn, i'm freakin in love with Jen Kao Spring 2011 collection. It's freaking nice. OMG, my fashion passion is really2 back........... Look at the colour, and the rambu2 style... wah... i like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG, kalau i pakai macam ni ke fact sure kena halau dengan mak guard kan?! Kalau pak guard pulak mesti terbeliak mata diorang... Hehehe.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2131993239189558848?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2131993239189558848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2131993239189558848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2131993239189558848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2131993239189558848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/jen-kao.html' title='Jen Kao'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKGCOLuO6wI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9Ph_xG76qGY/s72-c/Jen+Kao+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1000058462254900637</id><published>2010-09-28T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:09:31.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKF3h81hyRI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JgdZLbj6u9Q/s1600/IMG_4748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKF3h81hyRI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JgdZLbj6u9Q/s400/IMG_4748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521826043282966802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy 28th birthday to my big brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Izar Azmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;May God Bless you bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And to our fat cat Hector(the one in the picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1000058462254900637?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1000058462254900637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1000058462254900637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1000058462254900637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1000058462254900637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-mok.html' title='Happy Birthday Mok!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TKF3h81hyRI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JgdZLbj6u9Q/s72-c/IMG_4748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8240585936902864941</id><published>2010-09-28T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:29:53.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Officially single and available. To all my closest friends, you guys know what the heck this all about so don't ask for more. I'm too lazy to answer all those lame question. Well i love my life and i'm moving on. I'm still the hot shot next door. So get lost looser.... Berambus kamu!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm free...and i'm flying without wings. And to Mr. Edie... a.k.a Mr Biskut Chipsmore, kalau kamu hilang lagi aku gigit kamu!! :P And, i can't wait to have my new life in Ateaora... Wish me to have a better life there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all those bitches,  i know you guys gonna hate me, and also gonna miss me the one who use to make your life miserable... Peace...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-8240585936902864941?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8240585936902864941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8240585936902864941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8240585936902864941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8240585936902864941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3525107304410485750</id><published>2010-09-26T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:09:29.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Batu</title><content type='html'>Hati aku dah jadi batu. Cuma sesekali terasa rindu. But soon it will slowly go away. There's no more tears. Perhaps there had some fears, but it will be ok soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3525107304410485750?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3525107304410485750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3525107304410485750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3525107304410485750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3525107304410485750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/hati-batu.html' title='Hati Batu'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6368303171668095804</id><published>2010-09-20T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:08:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Passion</title><content type='html'>I have new passion. Passion for Rumi Neely style from &lt;a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/"&gt;fashiontoast&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously in love with her style. Oh and she bring back my passion in fashion that i have left for few months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6368303171668095804?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6368303171668095804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6368303171668095804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6368303171668095804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6368303171668095804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-passion.html' title='New Passion'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6533504314407361353</id><published>2010-09-16T12:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:52:28.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet'/><title type='text'>Angau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TJGfpb1niYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AQPBA_EM3w0/s1600/angau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TJGfpb1niYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AQPBA_EM3w0/s400/angau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366552701667714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sudah&lt;/span&gt; 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;angau&lt;/span&gt;.... It's true what they always said, everything happen for a reason... Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to meet Joe a friend of mine since high school... but then he can't make. The plan if he came and pick me up from work, then we spend the night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;merayau&lt;/span&gt; KL or PD... But then since he can't make it, i decided to sleep at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hanis&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hanis&lt;/span&gt; house i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lanyak&lt;/span&gt; and conquer her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.... It's all starts with a simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; wish... Then it turn up to be something... First it just a normal talk, but then the person itself who shows some reaction and it's like a magnet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;menarikku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;menjadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;angau&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 4 days already, and we can't stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; to each other... Damn! But at least it take my mind off from thinking about the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop smiling, and i can't stop contacting... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; am i...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping to see the person today...tapi....erm...entahlah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh....please appear to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; chat list now..... Please.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please show up....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;AEI&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/1413218589626885936-6533504314407361353?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6533504314407361353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6533504314407361353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6533504314407361353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6533504314407361353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/angau.html' title='Angau'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TJGfpb1niYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AQPBA_EM3w0/s72-c/angau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4620326045926928492</id><published>2010-09-14T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:09:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 am to 7 am</title><content type='html'>Seriouslly ku sudah angau... Making me smile on one hell on a night.... Thank you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4620326045926928492?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4620326045926928492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4620326045926928492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4620326045926928492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4620326045926928492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-am-to-7-am.html' title='3 am to 7 am'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7964080068590759316</id><published>2010-09-02T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:25:40.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I use to love Capricon, but now i love Cancerian so much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i just chat with my abg Khairul, he ask me about the compatibility of his horoscope and his wife. Both of them have a contra personality. My abg Khairul was a Capricon while kak Suraya, his wife, was a Cancerian. I used to love and treasure the most a Capricon person name Zaki. But too bad, the relationship end. And now, i'm with a sensitive Cancerian person who all of my friends knows the most, Naz. So i know their character almost perfectly. And when my abg ask me about the problem between he and his wife... i can simply explain and now, I'm being his advisor and also horoscope references dictionary... Sounds funny is it? A 29 years old guy, asking an advise in relationship from a 21 years old lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i just turn 21, last Saturday, on August 28. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here i listed some characters on Cancerian &amp;amp; Capricon that common and easily can be notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH8oNmxspEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tsNR92_8cY8/s400/cancer28.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168683137180738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cancer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-very sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-very deep &amp;amp; usually follow his or her intuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-faithful (but...they may change if something happen or had changed them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-a good advisor due to their intuitive character&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH8oOF_M6EI/AAAAAAAAAeY/E6np1NQ8fqo/s400/capricorn28.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168691515320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capricon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-they love to have a friends around them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-not very spiritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-very dedicated to their works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-they are devoted mates but not so loyal... (it depends on how him or her control their self about it, cause most of Capri that i know, they very devoted to their partner, but they are not loyal and still having an affair with others but not a serious affair..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-7964080068590759316?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7964080068590759316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7964080068590759316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7964080068590759316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7964080068590759316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-use-to-love-capricon-but-now-i-love.html' title='I use to love Capricon, but now i love Cancerian so much...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH8oNmxspEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tsNR92_8cY8/s72-c/cancer28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5285221126660061920</id><published>2010-09-01T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:38:09.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku serabut!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku serabut!!!!!!! There's a lot of freaking thing that keep driving me crazy.... I may seems relax........tapi dalam hati....... only God knows how!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH3UPYWTyPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/g0lzQadNOHI/s400/serabut.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511794879670503666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my baby Gemok &amp;amp; baby gedik so much!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH3Wxbz09BI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wYdwskT69aU/s400/Bdk+nakal.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511797663738426386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hector &amp;amp; Troy (when they were young, about 2 or 3 years old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH3WEVy-VOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uyizZ9OdJMg/s400/Image145.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511796889030120674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hector (this fat lazy manipulative cat was my bro &amp;amp; my dad fave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH3WD1T5dJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/AFdFZISFBkI/s400/Image015.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511796880309843090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy (this stubborn puss in boots twins was my fave and beloved)&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH3WDihrWbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hmaqZD4MxSc/s400/Image005.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511796875267365298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy &amp;amp; Hector (the lazy fat cats)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5285221126660061920?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5285221126660061920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5285221126660061920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5285221126660061920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5285221126660061920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/09/aku-serabut.html' title='Aku serabut!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/TH3UPYWTyPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/g0lzQadNOHI/s72-c/serabut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5179394504369234474</id><published>2010-08-23T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:49:52.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic &amp; Chaotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been such a hectic and chaotic month.... Some are nice moment to remember and some that i wish i can totally ignore and forget about it! Well Mr. Boyfie is going back to Sabah this Wednesday.. So i'll be celebrating my bday alone...........huhuhu Frenz..........teman please.......... Ajie, Wanie, Mak Jah, Belerina...........etc........... I miss my fat baby cats. I miss baby troy......... I miss fat lazy hector...... Well the last time i went back home, hector is getting to look like and overweight fat cat. I ask my dad and brother to diet him, but of coz susah and takkan jadi.... That fat cat memang kaki bodek and always gets what he wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well....during this fasting month, i buat part time job...at mcd. Well at least i usaha nak carik duit raya sendiri ye... Tanpe menggunakan any sugar daddy macam org2 tertentu... Erm... Mcd mana? Sh....biarlah rahsia :P Well....i eat mcd dish almost everyday during berbuka sampai dah muak.... So next time nak keluar...no Mcd for untuk seketika... Hehehe.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh....i miss home...at almost 3 weeks kot i tak balik. Since working there... Erm... well rite now sengkata dengan Miss Bola Ragbi seakan senyap. Tapi entahlah i still syak Miss Bola Ragbi still keeping something. Well i guess i'll find out soon. Oh dan tak sangka, memang ramai sangat yang tak suka dengan Miss Bola Ragbi tu.... So it's not just only me. Some call her playgirl tak laku sebab dah tua tapi bajet hot...sedangkan G is for Gemok! serious badan dan bola ragbi ko tak balance...........Btw, thanks pada informer yang bagitau pasal si bola ragbi ni... Oh and Wanie....name bola ragbi ni pun adaptasi dari kamu yer... hehehe..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh gosh...dendam aku pada dia still ada lagi.... Gosh dah la bulan puasa aku mengutuk die. Of coz la aku tak puas hati.... She's started it kot... then nak bam aku plak.... Serious ko haram.... Dah la tak pernah nak appology due to all those mistakes yg dia dah buat kat aku.... Pape je lah.... Padanlah ko memang tak laku pun.. Dengan lecture pun boleh nak scandal... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully no one kat tenpat kerja didnt realise about my bday. If tidak....i'm dead... Kena simbah air ma......... Huhuhuhu tobat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni mengantuk sangat...aku dah bangun pagi tadi then tidur balik. Tersedar dah pukul 11.30. Kelangkabut bersiap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During bulan puasa ni, aku tak pernah lagi berbuka or sahur dengan family kat rumah. Rindunye.... erm ingat nak cancel class guitar dis week and nak balik rumah. Tapi...tengoklah macam mana nanti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh lupe lagi...kat tempat kerja, i have 3 names. My real name Izatty, then Zety, and the last one is Ketty... Laen kan.......... Kalau Zety tu acceptable lagi... Tapi one of the manager tu suka panggil aku Kat, then terus kat tag aku dia letak name Ketty. And name glame i Ketty Perry ok...?! Hehehe...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm ok la gtg........ I'll try to update lebih kerap ye......... da...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5179394504369234474?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5179394504369234474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5179394504369234474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5179394504369234474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5179394504369234474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/08/hectic-chaotic.html' title='Hectic &amp; Chaotic'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4468971174880502521</id><published>2010-07-19T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:07:14.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I never been good enough for you, am i?&lt;div&gt;Fine, soon, time will heal everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you will find out all thus hatred in me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those dramma this i'm suffer to live in....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those lies and the pain you have caused to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What goes around comes around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon you'll find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4468971174880502521?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4468971174880502521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4468971174880502521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4468971174880502521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4468971174880502521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/07/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2658996323435179984</id><published>2010-07-09T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:00:54.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Chaotic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been through such a chaotic time for the past several of month including this month too. So many unexpected thing reveal itself. I don't have to dig to seek fro the answer, it just came to me when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope soon things will get better. I hope. Oh, and today it's been 4 years since mama passed away. I miss her so much. I miss her every single day. I wish that she still here and can came to see me perform for my showcase, and see me graduating. How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope the bitch and asshole, learn their lesson. I never ruin their life, but they did something and ruin my life through my emotion. But now it's all getting better. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my bestie, Aisyah, for all those support and everything that you had done to help me through this. This crazy bitch is my best friend and will always be forever.&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/1413218589626885936-2658996323435179984?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2658996323435179984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2658996323435179984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2658996323435179984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2658996323435179984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/07/chaotic.html' title='Chaotic...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5859837293870007707</id><published>2010-05-16T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:13:32.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One cracked, two more to hacked...</title><content type='html'>I hope that i can trust you Kin.&lt;br /&gt;Let cracked that mangkok and bitchess down...&lt;br /&gt;After they make me suffer for one long semester....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5859837293870007707?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5859837293870007707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5859837293870007707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5859837293870007707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5859837293870007707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-cracked-two-more-to-hacked.html' title='One cracked, two more to hacked...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-9176635123195131244</id><published>2010-05-09T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:06:34.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Pernah tak kau rasa dendam sangat dengan orang tu sampai kau rasa nak hancukan hidup dia? And that's what i feel right now!&lt;br /&gt;Mean, full of cursing words...&lt;br /&gt;Psycho...&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam nak lempang kau laju-lahu pun ade!&lt;br /&gt;Enough la with all those dramma.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak bimbo la even sometimes i do act like one.... Aku ade otak yang macam spy boleh detect perangai ko tu!&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah cakap dah, ko takkan boleh berahsia dari aku nye... Mesti kantoi gak...&lt;br /&gt;Orang laen yang tak rapat dengan aku pon boleh kantoi....inikan plak engkau!&lt;br /&gt;Ko buat idup aku macam neraka kan?&lt;br /&gt;Apa kata ko rasa plak nanti ye...&lt;br /&gt;Kita tunggu dan lihat siapa yang kena...&lt;br /&gt;And bit*h, go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;Ko ingat ko muda dan hot sangat?&lt;br /&gt;Dah la gemok, kuat makan! Selfish pun iya jugak aku rasa kau ni!&lt;br /&gt;Yang lain aku tak kesah, but this particular bit*h memang aku anti!&lt;br /&gt;Ko sesedap rasa je provoke aku depan muka aku. Nasib aku tak datang and terus flying kick kat muka kau!&lt;br /&gt;Dah memang dasar bit*h. Patutlah tunang ko pon tinggalkan kau!&lt;br /&gt;Dan setan yang lagi satu ni, please....sedar la mangkok, ko tu pun dah tua! Jangan nak berangan dan berlagak macam org muda. Sedarlah diri tu sket. Insaflah!&lt;br /&gt;Dan last untuk mr.ex-boyfie... stop la dramma ko tu!&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak bodoh la mangkok! Ko ingat senang-senang je aku nak caye kat ko?&lt;br /&gt;Ingat senang je aku nak caye ko nak trus ajak kawen?&lt;br /&gt;Please la.... Kalau betul ko dah tak nak memaen... Mesti ko dah kawen dah dengan gf ko sekarang ni... ops...gf ke? or ex? erm whatever....&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah....semua mangkok...mangkok ni asyik mengganggu idop aku dari awal tahun hari tu! Stop la please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Mr. Kashfi a.k.a mangkok, tidak tergolong dalam mangkok2 yang dinyatakan di atas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-9176635123195131244?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/9176635123195131244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=9176635123195131244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/9176635123195131244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/9176635123195131244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6064425937215156026</id><published>2010-04-24T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:56:06.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faculty Buddies'/><title type='text'>Kak Nanie</title><content type='html'>I miss my kak Nanie, haven't seen her for a quite a while.... Gosh...rindu la.... Nak jumpe... huhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6064425937215156026?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6064425937215156026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6064425937215156026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6064425937215156026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6064425937215156026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/04/kak-nanie.html' title='Kak Nanie'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3330291197210130570</id><published>2010-04-23T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:28:13.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>To Mr Kashfi</title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting my Kulkith from you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3330291197210130570?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3330291197210130570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3330291197210130570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3330291197210130570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3330291197210130570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-mr-kashfi.html' title='To Mr Kashfi'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-9042436170363514512</id><published>2010-04-16T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:23:47.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>A little bit of life.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things get a little complicated this lately. There had several of unexpected things happen. To the roomies...the one that i called you OA, i'm sorry. You didnt deserve that. And to my boyfie....please take a day off, and lets go and have some fun. Movies, bowling, kareoke etc. And to myself...please wake up from your day dreaming... It's time to face the music.......... Owe i guess that's for now, i'm kindda blur....out of words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;adios.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-9042436170363514512?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/9042436170363514512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=9042436170363514512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/9042436170363514512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/9042436170363514512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-life.html' title='A little bit of life.........'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-677313312476360398</id><published>2010-03-18T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:49:04.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fat cats &amp; the annoying primitive aborigine roomates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my two fat cats... It's almost 3 weeks I can't go back to my hometown due to some weekend plan and stuff. I miss my baby so much....... Along told me that my fat cat Hector a.k.a gemok, loose some weight due to having a feever on last week for a few days. While Troy a.k.a gedik...is still the same. My fave baby troy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe...and my primitive aborigine roomates getting so so so so annoying. It's killing me having that stubborn aborigine person in my room. To me, it's better having the speaker bergerak as my roomates then this primitive stubborn aborigine person in my room. So kampung...so perasan, like she's hot and so on... But the truth is...everyone knows that she obviously looks like orang asli yang tak sedar diri.  Oh God, please get her out of that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna go back HOME.......... HOMESICK........... I MISS MY TWO FAT LAZY BABY CATS....&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/1413218589626885936-677313312476360398?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/677313312476360398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=677313312476360398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/677313312476360398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/677313312476360398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-fat-cats-annoying-primitive.html' title='My fat cats &amp; the annoying primitive aborigine roomates'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7364616923188641173</id><published>2010-03-04T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:09:17.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all....sorry peeps, cause i haven't updating my blog for quite a while. Too lazy and too out of idea i guess. Well, some interesting things that happen to me lately, well i was being offered to be a guitar teacher at Mahogany Music Shop. Just started last February, and for now, i only have 3 students, but hope to have more soon.... Owe and thanks Kak Aema for recommend me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not only teaching classical, but i have to teach for the acoustic guitar too. One of my students are 7 years older then me, just like my brother. When i told my dad and my brother about this, they just laughing. Well this guy play the acoustic guitar and he more to finger style. For now, i only have one classical guitar student. The acoustic students are killing me....... Argh... i'm not really used to modern finger style songs. But now, i have to learn...argh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well i suppose to have 4 students last month, but one of my students, a new students, freak out when he find out that the person who going to teach him was a women. And that's the reason why he still haven't started yet his class last month. But i don't know about this month. And my only female student, quit, last month is her last month. Well it's easier to teach her the the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For this month, i maybe starting my class on saturday instead of my normal day, sunday. Cause on sunday, i have a plan with my brother to go to some education fair at Grand Dorsett Hotel, Petaling Jaya. It's for Victoria University of Wellington Education Fair.... I'm planning to do my degree somewhere at New Zealand, and Victoria University is one on my list. But my main aim is still University of Canterbury, Chirstchurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess, that's for now....I'll try to update frequantly then before........but soon....&lt;br /&gt;Da....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-7364616923188641173?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7364616923188641173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7364616923188641173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7364616923188641173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7364616923188641173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/03/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1714019005267150841</id><published>2010-01-01T04:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:15:44.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009... Welcome 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye 2009... There's been a lot of unspoken things that i have been through. Some are simple, some are rough and some even more complicated then it use to be... 2009 leave a lot of memories....either it good or sad. But at least 2009 I'm not alone. Naz was always there for me. Thanks my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family, we've been so together. Owe my cousin got engaged last week, congrats Kak Ita. Abg Zizi is so nice.... Well we've having so much fun during the engagement day... even some idiot spoil our mood we're there had been some stupid argument of a stupid matters, but we still had some fun. Especially when the 6 of us (all the cousin) went to Seri Menanti Old Castle with 2 photographer for a shoot. It was really fun........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sz0MOJYY1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XRgAS4BKUxg/s1600-h/20037_1325303376803_1357441456_30908250_5968487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sz0MOJYY1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XRgAS4BKUxg/s400/20037_1325303376803_1357441456_30908250_5968487_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421502963599857042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us...Adik, Along, Me &amp;amp; Dek Ya (One of us, Kak Long, the one who took the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sz0MN1kSXhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BADyPyIB6Iw/s1600-h/20037_1325294416579_1357441456_30908232_6396296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sz0MN1kSXhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BADyPyIB6Iw/s400/20037_1325294416579_1357441456_30908232_6396296_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421502958281055762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abang Zizi &amp;amp; Kak Ita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All those pict from our cam. I miss my cousin so much...  Erm in the same year, i got a new niece... but it my cousin on my dad side kids. I don't remember her name. Sorry little one.  Well it's been 3 years since mum passed away...and it's been 3 years since Hector &amp;amp; Troy, my two fat lazy cats live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faculty...erm...been much better then the first time i started it, but still can't manage to control my nerves either during the forum or exam. And sucks, i didnt get collage for this semester. Damn...i'm going to appeal, but part of me wanted to experiance on staying outside the campus... But i'm so so sure that my dad and my bro totally 100% dont agree with that. Whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life...well it's been so nice....but there also had some little arguement once in a while, but we managed to sattle it. He always be there for me. Thanks my dear... Every single little things makes us closer and closer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..... hello and welcome 2010. I hope this year would be much much better from the past. I hope there would be a miracle to makes our life even better then before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new Year everyone.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1714019005267150841?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1714019005267150841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1714019005267150841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1714019005267150841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1714019005267150841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009-welcome-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009... Welcome 2010'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sz0MOJYY1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XRgAS4BKUxg/s72-c/20037_1325303376803_1357441456_30908250_5968487_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1871322590035408501</id><published>2009-12-31T05:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:10:51.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>I hate you for being so idiot!&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being crap!&lt;br /&gt;I hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1871322590035408501?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1871322590035408501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1871322590035408501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1871322590035408501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1871322590035408501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/12/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3443117368515573451</id><published>2009-12-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:05:35.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feels like I'm getting old. Why am I saying that? Well last Friday. I went to my aunt house. The big family on my late mum side gathering plus a preparation for my cousin sister engagement day. It's been 3 years i haven't seen all my cousin. We're just contact through the cell or internet. I feels so weird, meeting them after this 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My youngest little cousin just turn 8 last Saturday. They all have grown up fast. The one who last i saw them when they was in primary school, right now already in high school... And they seems so big to me. And i feel weird about it. Probably it because before this, i have seen them grown up in front of my eyes... I'm more close to the cousin on my mum side instead of my dad. But since my mum passed away, we usually spend our time with my dad's side. And for the past 3 years, I've been close to them instead of mum side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, now i realize how i miss them. Especially, Dek Ya, my cousin who was at the same age as mine. We're grown up together. Right now i feel old. And I'm not a teenager anymore... I'm a women. Gosh... Feels so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe...i can't wait for my cousin engagement day. Well i guess it's because i have a crush her engagement photographer....hehehe just kidding. Well i met them last Friday if I'm not mistakes, at Mid Valley, where i follow my cousin sis to buy sum of her stuff. Lol...silly me....&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/1413218589626885936-3443117368515573451?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3443117368515573451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3443117368515573451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3443117368515573451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3443117368515573451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/12/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8711744614698807290</id><published>2009-12-05T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:55:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why people always have to leave?&lt;br /&gt;Please stay...&lt;br /&gt;Please stay...&lt;br /&gt;Please stay...&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/1413218589626885936-8711744614698807290?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8711744614698807290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8711744614698807290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8711744614698807290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8711744614698807290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6875797156795139481</id><published>2009-12-04T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:56:00.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aisyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxkUPFshjlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PHiVer-U6cI/s1600-h/IMG_4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxkUPFshjlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PHiVer-U6cI/s400/IMG_4390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411378676721880658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th birthday Syah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, u're geeting old. Love u bestie. (Not in a lesbian way erk...she's my bestie)&lt;br /&gt;Owe...and i wonder what did Aizat and Amat get u for ur birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6875797156795139481?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6875797156795139481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6875797156795139481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6875797156795139481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6875797156795139481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-aisyah.html' title='Happy Birthday Aisyah'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxkUPFshjlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PHiVer-U6cI/s72-c/IMG_4390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6548427525292963371</id><published>2009-12-01T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:10:20.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Something cute &amp; nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxQIVngJ_sI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ujqGL7R-sxA/s1600/Funny-xD-twilight-series-4105284-594-604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxQIVngJ_sI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ujqGL7R-sxA/s400/Funny-xD-twilight-series-4105284-594-604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409958219852938946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cute... The Twilight Characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxQIWPVO7hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9L4Qc1O_7I8/s1600/Jacob_Black_by_Merwild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxQIWPVO7hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9L4Qc1O_7I8/s400/Jacob_Black_by_Merwild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409958230544543250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob Black (The wolf)&lt;br /&gt;This one is freakin nice. But I don't know who draw this. But that person is really talented&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/1413218589626885936-6548427525292963371?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6548427525292963371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6548427525292963371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6548427525292963371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6548427525292963371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-cute-nice.html' title='Something cute &amp; nice'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxQIVngJ_sI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ujqGL7R-sxA/s72-c/Funny-xD-twilight-series-4105284-594-604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6895687789605175180</id><published>2009-11-29T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:30:58.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Hurts &amp; Relief</title><content type='html'>I feel it hurts, i feel so scared&lt;br /&gt;Without any words, I'm unprepared&lt;br /&gt;The memory suddenly hunts me, in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;The history had wounded me, when I'm turn off the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pain lingers, surrounded my fear&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly hear the whispers, which haunt me for years&lt;br /&gt;The tears broken, I'm out of  air to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was unspoken, it left me without peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected visitor, has knocking the door&lt;br /&gt;With an amazing character, i suddenly adore&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to reality, by the kisses on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the fantasy, that had gone and makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly i knew him, from the first moment i saw&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully I'm in love with him, that he had made peace no war&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that he came, getting me out from this agony game&lt;br /&gt;The love burning like eternal flame, that known for it's fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.28 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Inspired by New Moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6895687789605175180?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6895687789605175180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6895687789605175180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6895687789605175180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6895687789605175180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurts-relief.html' title='Hurts &amp; Relief'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-631480793304613429</id><published>2009-11-29T04:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:00:20.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>Twilight Saga 'New Moon'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah......i watch New Moon. :) Well, i guess New Moon is nice. The movie was almost exactly like in the book, only several changes for making it more dramatic i guess. Owe yeah, i went for  the midnight movie, i went with my bro and my cousin bro, Akim or i usually call him adik. Cause he was 2 years younger then me. It's been almost 3 years i guess, i haven't seen him. He's taller from the last i saw him, as far as i remember. I miss my cousin moment. Too bad that my cousin sister(Kak Ita) can't follow us, cause she's having a terrible flu. I miss her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxJBK9eudfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XqKv-uuK3NQ/s1600/IMG_4612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxJBK9eudfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XqKv-uuK3NQ/s400/IMG_4612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409457758983321074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akim (Adik) &amp;amp; Me at the MBO, Seremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the New Moon, i read the book, i read Kak Olive book. But it took me awhile to read it and i often left it... So, I'm not really remember how was the ending. Owe and about the Volturi parts, i expect more dramatic but it's kindda disappointed a lil bit. Erm whatever... Owe and my brother keep complaining the part that Jacob wanted to tell Bella that he's a werewolf, he said, he can cut it and make it shorter... oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe, people may usually feel hurts when the part that Edward left Bella, but to me, I feel hurts when the part he told her that he was lying about the leave (after Bella chasing him at Voltera if I'm not mistakes), i feel so hurts at that part. When i read the book, i cried, same as when i watch it in the movie. I feel like I've been through that moment before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owe and i suddenly miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxJBLRlTk7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/buu2q6Z7pos/s1600/Image123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxJBLRlTk7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/buu2q6Z7pos/s400/Image123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409457764379628466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-631480793304613429?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/631480793304613429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=631480793304613429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/631480793304613429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/631480793304613429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-saga-new-moon-tour-to-museum.html' title='Twilight Saga &apos;New Moon&apos;'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxJBK9eudfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XqKv-uuK3NQ/s72-c/IMG_4612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3638985187467003272</id><published>2009-11-27T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:25:33.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>How to know if you're a Twi-hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well i just checking my email, then after i sign out from the mailbox, i saw this one article by Lydia Kwan, &lt;a href="http://entertainment.malaysia.msn.com/movies/features/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3720626&amp;amp;page=0"&gt;How to know if you're a Twi-hard&lt;/a&gt;. Well of course I'm a Twilight fan. I read all the books well...not all..technically it's the pdf that i download from the Internet. Well i admit that some of the statement are acceptable....but some of it...make me laugh.. I couldn't imagine how imaginative this people are. Seems like Steph Meyers had totally making all those Twilight fans in fantasy. A real fantasy.... Well below this is the exactly article that i copy from the MSN page. Except for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold comment&lt;/span&gt; one... it's from my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="articleabstract"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="articleabstract"&gt;Caught the Twilight fever and feel like you’re losing grip on reality? 12 fanatic Malaysian Twi-hards confess how far they’ve gone with their fandom. Go through our checklist to find out if you’ve gone from neutral to a die-hard Twilight fan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="articleabstract"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKmDsxGUI/AAAAAAAAAag/06fu7rUL6P0/s1600/6E72336F33F02131CB1597917C6FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKmDsxGUI/AAAAAAAAAag/06fu7rUL6P0/s400/6E72336F33F02131CB1597917C6FB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834801416345922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="parent insert chrome6 single1 float2 cf" style="width: 384px;"&gt;&lt;div class="child c1 first"&gt;&lt;div class="img"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="abs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You’ve read all the books&lt;/strong&gt; Fan confession: “I’ve read all four books over and over again. Sometimes I peep over strangers’ shoulders to see which scene it is, and think about it all over in my head.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn – if you’ve gone all the way to Jacob imprinting on Renesmee and can still remember the dish Bella ordered in the Italian restaurant in the first book, you’ve got this checked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Yup...mushroom ravioli :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You firmly believe that vampires exist, and they sparkle&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “Of course they can walk out in the sun… They don’t get scorched, they have marble skin.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you believe in Stephenie Meyer’s version of the blood-thirsty predator – a sparkling statue with no fangs – you’ve got this checked too. Chances are, ‘em vamps would be more afraid of screaming girls instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Yup...they would be more afraid of those screaming girls fan... and hello that type of vamp who can walk out in the sun with the marble skin do not exist...da... wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You believe that the whole saga is truly going on, somewhere out there&lt;/strong&gt; Fan confession: “I really thought that Edward and Bella truly existed… or at least good vampires all around the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By following Bella’s love journey, one can easily believe this fantasy world Meyer has created for her readers. Question is, are YOU losing grip on reality and dwelling in this world of make-believe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Yeah...steph meyers making it sound more real with the Quillete legends. Well i have read in this one web but i don't remember which website...saying about the Quillete ancestors who was a shape-shifter, a wolf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You expect to see Edward in your room at night&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and look at the corner of my room, hoping he’ll be watching me sleep.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A big part of the saga narrates Edward’s presence in Bella’s room – from watching her sleep to getting a little physical. He is always stationed on a chair or by the corner of her room, so you know you’ve got this checked if you wake up expecting his golden eyes stare you down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Well it's the dream of every girl fans, i guess... but it's rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKmjYJHtI/AAAAAAAAAao/bPM-R2mu7Q0/s1600/8FE54AF4D0116A1D6B0ED5211F9D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKmjYJHtI/AAAAAAAAAao/bPM-R2mu7Q0/s400/8FE54AF4D0116A1D6B0ED5211F9D2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834809919774418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You want to go to Forks… or Cameron Highlands at least&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “I wanted to go to Forks to find Edward, but ended up going to Cameron Highlands to read the books again. It felt so great to be in a similar environment... It’s the closest I can get to him.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forks… the quiet town turned tourist spot. It’s cold, wet, gloomy and full of greenery. If you’ve got the idea of going there to look for Edward, you’re slowly inching towards obsession.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Going to Forks to find Edward? Another rubbish i guess....lawak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You’ve read Midnight Sun&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “I hate whoever who leaked Midnight Sun and caused Meyer to stop writing it... But I’ve read it.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Midnight Sun is another book by Stephenie Meyer which tells Edward’s side of the story. It was leaked before Meyer was done writing the book, discouraging the authoress as she felt that she was closely watched. She has since published the written 12 chapters online, leaving readers to crave more. If you know of Midnight Sun and have downloaded a copy yourself, you’re definitely a Twi-hard fan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Have no idea about the leaked stuff.......but i did have a copy of midnight sun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You avoid the sun&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “I want to keep my skin as white as possible. I want to look like a vampire and the burning sun is just spoiling my plan.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While some want to keep a pale complexion to look like vamps (seriously, it happens), some try to follow the lives of the Cullens by staying away from the sun – just in case they sparkle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: For God sake, it's Malaysia, and it's summer almost through the entire year. Come back to reality babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. You compare your love interest to Edward&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “It’s a good thing that my boyfriend can’t read my mind. He’d leave me if he knew how much I thought he lacked from Edward.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost every Twi-hard fan has ended up comparing their boyfriends/husbands with Edward Cullen. This is possibly the main reason why guys hate Twilight to no end. Edward depicts the absolute perfect man – strong, powerful, chivalrous and sincerely in love – someone quite impossible to find, yet Twi-hard fans scour the world for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Never compare...cause Naz still the one...except that, Robert are cutter then him...hehehe sorry Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKm1IQ5YI/AAAAAAAAAaw/eaa6isvhMb4/s1600/DA5BDCCD32E5DFC188B175CFA9B8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKm1IQ5YI/AAAAAAAAAaw/eaa6isvhMb4/s400/DA5BDCCD32E5DFC188B175CFA9B8D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834814685013378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Your heart beats faster when you see a silver Volvo&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “Every time I see a silver Volvo, I drive up to it to see if Edward is driving it..”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Edward drives a silver hatchback Volvo in the series, and quotes such as “Nothing like the purr of a Volvo” and “Stupid silver Volvo driver” has been used in the books. If you’ve caught yourself in the act of squealing and running over to see if Edward’s the driver, you’ve got this checked real good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Never had crossed my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. You think of being a vampire&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “I daydream of being just like the Cullens. I love everything about them.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vampires are known for their flawless perfection, incredible strength and increased senses amongst others. They’re also famous for being the ultimate baddies in the whole mythical world, as Edward calls it “the world’s most dangerous predator”. Got the hots for a vamp bite, Twilighter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Not even once! And hello...never gonna happen in this real world... da... pelik aku..dengan all those fans confession..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. You enjoy rainy days the most&lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “It reminds me of rainy Forks. I can also wear my Bella jacket out in warm Kuala Lumpur.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forks, as said by Edward, is the wettest place in continental America. In tropical (and mostly scorching) Malaysia, you know you’ve got this checked if you only want the rain for Forks’ environment. Rain for sawah padi? What sawah padi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: I don't like rain...! Tapi suka mendung... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. You’ve contemplated stealing the life-size cut-out  &lt;/strong&gt;Fan confession: “I stole the cut-out from a cinema in Petaling Jaya. Edward’s in my room now and I kiss him everyday.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you find yourself entertaining the idea of stealing these Twilight promos and merchandises, you need to know that (1) it’s illegal, and (2) you’re obsessed with Twilight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment: Yang ni seriously obsess giler....and psycho pun ade jugak... hehe seram..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3638985187467003272?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3638985187467003272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3638985187467003272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3638985187467003272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3638985187467003272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-know-if-youre-twi-hard.html' title='How to know if you&apos;re a Twi-hard'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SxAKmDsxGUI/AAAAAAAAAag/06fu7rUL6P0/s72-c/6E72336F33F02131CB1597917C6FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1700361128506439343</id><published>2009-11-25T03:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:59:55.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since my last post. I'm not really in mood to write stuff. Well i watch 2012 last week. Menarik... And cry juga la. Tetiba touching... Bila tiba-tiba terbayangkan kita in that situation. Menunggu ajal. Sedih. I miss shah alam. I really am. Rasa bosan di rumah. Rasa macam tak da life. Whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe...tak sabar nak tunggu 'New Moon'.... Benci! Kat US hari Jumaat lepas dah keluar. Kat sini 26 nov ni baru keluar. Benci! Damn...i dunno why, but suddenly...lately ni, i'm so so and so in love with Robert Thomas Pattison. The one who play Edward Cullen dalam Twilight tu... Gosh.... Dah lama aku tak rasa gilakan seseorg artis sampai camni. He's such a damn hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sww54Q0p4QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/twIEaquimXE/s1600/robert-pattison-in-twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sww54Q0p4QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/twIEaquimXE/s400/robert-pattison-in-twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407760891316396290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah lama rasanya tak tulis poems... I want to write...tapi tak de idea dan tak de mood. I miss Naz.... I hope i can write something for him. Something special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe and just chat with Zaki... He's sounds so regret for letting me go... But it serves him well i guess.... After all thus years that he had done to me...erm...whatever la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just blur rite now....feels so empty... Aku tak tau ape yg boleh buat aku happy sekarang... Rasa macam something misssing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm....it's almost 4 am now.... Going to sleep....Gud nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1700361128506439343?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1700361128506439343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1700361128506439343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1700361128506439343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1700361128506439343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/11/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sww54Q0p4QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/twIEaquimXE/s72-c/robert-pattison-in-twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8712194922131043401</id><published>2009-10-11T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:47:41.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Sedihnye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sedihnya sebab jari aku pendek. Dan sebab jari aku pendek jugak, aku tak dapat nak main lagu &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8LL1x6J2rU"&gt;'Concerto De Aranjuez', 2nd movement&lt;/a&gt;. Sedih...dah la kena kutuk dengan Naz jari pendek. Lepas tu dia suruh aku tukar guitar pada size yang lagi kecik supaya sesuai untuk aku. Tapi aku sayangkan 1st guitar classical aku tu. Huhuhu... Tak kesampaian aku nak bawak lagu tu untuk 'Showcase'. Sedih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-8712194922131043401?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8712194922131043401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8712194922131043401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8712194922131043401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8712194922131043401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/10/sedihnye.html' title='Sedihnye'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8587467037761407405</id><published>2009-09-13T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:48:12.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Unfaithful again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all...happy belated birthday to me...yeah... Hehehe.... well my birthday on August 28 last month, but I'm too lazy to write in this blog but now I'm updating again. Owe and happy birthday to Azie also.... dah tua :p. Hehehehe... Owe..well as i grown older, my present pun jadi semakin sikit. Sedih...huhu. Well...i got an Amethyst heart shape ring from Naz, talking about the lover...he just call...:). And i got a Gucci purse from Aisyah, well technically from Aizat i guess, cause he was the one who go aboard and buy it for me and not her! But as what Syah claim, it's a gift from her. So accept jelah. She's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SqyWFMZc6cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IsRyX9OFWT0/s1600-h/IMG_4429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SqyWFMZc6cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IsRyX9OFWT0/s400/IMG_4429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380840670772390338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ring from the lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SqyWFoFzT_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/UiSNI9giE3I/s1600-h/IMG_4435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SqyWFoFzT_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/UiSNI9giE3I/s400/IMG_4435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380840678206164978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purse from the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well....erm what else...owe i've already received the kimono dress that i ordered from &lt;a href="http://smashing-pit-stop.blogspot.com"&gt;Smashing Pit Stop&lt;/a&gt;. Really cute. I don't have the picture right now, maybe I'll post it later. Cause I'm using my home pc instead of my lappy. The kimono is so cute....and of course it's a brown colour again. I guess i would match with my new choco white heels. Hope so. Ain't test it yet. I just love brown colour. t's easy for me to match with other colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okey, back to the main topic, unfaithful again. Erm...well there's a story about that. Well of course it is. Silly me. Erm...well before i begin..... here are some old poems that i wrote for two person....and erm....just read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I promise myself to be faithful to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Even though sometimes he makes my life bright in dim&lt;br /&gt;As the time goes by&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;As I lonely through the night alone&lt;br /&gt;Someone come and try to heal the wound&lt;br /&gt;As the courage of loyalty getting weaker&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in my own fear&lt;br /&gt;I break my own wall&lt;br /&gt;As I’m going down to fall&lt;br /&gt;As the kiss had change everything&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in our dreams&lt;br /&gt;To them, I feel so guilty&lt;br /&gt;It be a sin, that hunts me until eternity&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid to lose them both&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I just make it worst&lt;br /&gt;I realize the thing that I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;And now, I’m out of no where to run&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting in the cold&lt;br /&gt;For them to know, that I’m unfaithful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.28 PM&lt;br /&gt;January 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;(Unfaithful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what's the connection between this poems is that, the same person that I've been flirting with during those time. Well i guess i shouldn't reveal his name. Cause he's married now. But still erm. I just chat with him at facebook, owe and he try to flirt with me again...just like before. Before it's different cause he's still single and i'm with the damn old bf who so psychotic, but now he's married and I'm with my beloved caring boyfie that i promise i will never be unfaithful like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well i can't deny that part of me sort of jealous with me. Cause i do like that guy, but too bad, when we met each other like 3 years ago, he was already have someone special... Too bad for me. Well i guess i like him because of how he treats me, and ain't like the psychotic ex-bf. But thank God i have Naz now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh...why am i so jealous? For got sake, i don't even have a big crush on him but why am i feel like this? Gosh...i'm dead if Naz find out. Erm what ever. As long as i keep the promise to myself that i will never flirt again and that's it. I won't be unfaithful again...except if some start it up again... Then that's a diffrent story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well got to go...owe and i wish him happy with his wife...and from the picture that i saw from the facebook, i guess they are...&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/1413218589626885936-8587467037761407405?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8587467037761407405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8587467037761407405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8587467037761407405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8587467037761407405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/09/unfaithful-again.html' title='Unfaithful again?'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SqyWFMZc6cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IsRyX9OFWT0/s72-c/IMG_4429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-852018321966046265</id><published>2009-08-24T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:43:06.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>White Choco Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wah...it's been quite a while since i write my last post. Well it's not that I'm totally busy but i just not in mood for writing anything. Erm first of all i wanna wish Happy Ramadhan Month to every Muslim's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm back to the main tittle, "White Choco Babby". I just received a pair of shoes that i ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kulkith?ref=ts#/kulkith"&gt;Kulkith&lt;/a&gt; last week. It's so cute...and although the heels are 7 cm high but so comfy. I was planing to wear in during my forum for 2nd song, but I'm not so sure either I'm going to do my forum for tomorrow or not. I'm in dilemma right now. Huhuhu.... Well now i'm kindda out of idea what to write. I get blur back. And i'm going to end it now by showing a picture of my baby heels, btw, i just copy this pict from the facebook page, i'm too lazy to take a new pict for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SpKYGAJcVrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c_crFZQ7Tww/s1600-h/Kulkith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SpKYGAJcVrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c_crFZQ7Tww/s400/Kulkith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373524534292666034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at some side, it looks like a boots, erm whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Agnes for sending it a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-852018321966046265?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/852018321966046265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=852018321966046265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/852018321966046265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/852018321966046265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/08/white-choco-baby.html' title='White Choco Baby'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SpKYGAJcVrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c_crFZQ7Tww/s72-c/Kulkith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5091757731600660769</id><published>2009-08-04T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:12:36.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><title type='text'>Dramma Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're such a dramma queen. There had no doubt anymore about this. And now, i'm taking back my statement about thus &lt;a href="http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/poor-little-one.html"&gt;poor farrah stuff &lt;/a&gt;in my previous post. And now i wanna said that she deserve that. And her boyfriend deserve to get away from her. She's such a dramma queen. Yes i am so freaking mad at her right now. She was some ketot pschyotic. With all her dramma pretending like she's innocent and like she was an angle, but she was totally a pretender. Living in a pretending world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's the reason why you have no bestfriend. That's the reason why your bf must die, to get away from your dramma. I am so sick of your dramma! Having a practical at the same place with you has caused me a lot of suffer. Suffering from your dramma towrds all thus JKKN people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're such a freak. You're not faithful as a you pretending. I know you have a lot of scandal. And someone have saw you with his own eyes riding a motorcycle with someone unknown guys who was not your bf while he was still alive. Owe and your dramma with Azizul, you guys deserve to be togather. Or should i say you can be his hores? Erm whatever! Just damn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owe you're saying that you was the one who do a lot of works then the other practical student? Well f**k you! It was Adi and not you! Jangan perasan la hores! It was Adi yang workerholic but not you! Kau tu 24 hours sibuk dengan facebook. Aku nak buat kerja pun kau sibuk nak bukak facebook kau! To me as in my point of view and as my eyes have seen, you doing the less work then us. So less. Kau just busy dengan performance kau! Ok fine. Sebab diorang kekurangan singer. Ambil kau sebab nak save budject. Kau ingat suara kau sedap sangat ke? Nyanyi pun sengau! Kau memang tak sesuai langsung nyanyi tradisional. Owe...and you deserve to be blind. Argh..i'm so so damn freaking pissed right now! Owe and yeah, that's the reason why muka kau memang tak da seri. Asyik masam je. Nak buat sombong bodoh kau! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5091757731600660769?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5091757731600660769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5091757731600660769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5091757731600660769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5091757731600660769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/08/dramma-queen.html' title='Dramma Queen'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7786795390257370022</id><published>2009-07-30T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:51:39.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 types of people that annoyed me</title><content type='html'>1. First and for most, 'The Plastics".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-Sk9xAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/C7gWjZaKSJ8/s1600-h/886097953_9f0a28c1e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-Sk9xAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/C7gWjZaKSJ8/s400/886097953_9f0a28c1e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364124676895130626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hate the 'Plastics'. Some of this type of person are okey  to me but some of them really annoyed me. This type of person that usually making us fighting with each other because of their big smelly mouth that can't stop spreading the false rumours. Owe and this type of person also who's trying to overshadow you by being the lime light cause of such a f****n lame excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Back stabber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-gKVP7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/0RgAxPXV2bc/s1600-h/313391348_8762b34f7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-gKVP7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/0RgAxPXV2bc/s400/313391348_8762b34f7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364124680541519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate them. Can you imagine, they person that you have trusted for ages for keeping all your secrets etc, but turn out to be back stabbing you by hiding behind their angelic view......that sucks! Can be similar to the 'Plastics' but the different is you use to trust this person while the plastic, you already know that they can't be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-1tcu9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Av2oJtRpeuU/s1600-h/3484204445_33e565fa90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-1tcu9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Av2oJtRpeuU/s400/3484204445_33e565fa90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364124686325955538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smokes are killing me. Please go away from me. (*too bad that my boyfie was also a smoker* sigh**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Annoying One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnE0in1tPXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/D0FSL4JK2iU/s1600-h/wwhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnE0in1tPXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/D0FSL4JK2iU/s400/wwhd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364126400589413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This annoying person can just give you some headache! First and for most i hate kids that annoying but i love cats that annoying. They just seems so cute. hehehe (*do get what i mean?* faham-faham sudah!*) Owe and they most annoying is when that one person 'merengek-rengek' by thinking he or she is too cute... (*badan macam bagak* kau ingat kau cute la buat perangai macam tu?*) so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy_21LuJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jDrZLsezGnE/s1600-h/unfaithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy_21LuJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jDrZLsezGnE/s400/unfaithful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364124703806699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of person hurts me a lot. And i'm done with it!&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/1413218589626885936-7786795390257370022?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7786795390257370022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7786795390257370022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7786795390257370022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7786795390257370022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-types-of-people-that-annoyed-me.html' title='5 types of people that annoyed me'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SnEy-Sk9xAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/C7gWjZaKSJ8/s72-c/886097953_9f0a28c1e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1505801330471491211</id><published>2009-07-24T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:30:49.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'>H1N1 menular ke campus Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmliLycwmiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hBJg5cPXrR4/s1600-h/3678466365_da63d01385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmliLycwmiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hBJg5cPXrR4/s400/3678466365_da63d01385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361924786021767714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuti......for one week starting from next week. Tapi sapa yang this week thursday or friday dah tak de class, macam aku, boleh lah start cuti awal. Hehehehe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dapat berita campus ditutup pun bila on facebook, tengok status si Athira piano, saying dah our uni holiday for one week. Then text her asking why, she said that she heard the annocement from our collage, gesa all the student balik untuk 1 minggu start from 27J July 2009 until 2nd August 2009. Then aku still tak puas hati, aku call kak Olive, roomates aku, then she had confirm it by saying the same thing. Dia pun baru dengar annocement to tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni dah 4 campus iaitu Melaka, Perak, Terengganu and Shah Alam (tak sure campus kat Puncak Perdana kena ke tak) UiTM tutup for a week and Penang campus kena quarantined. Thanks God kitorang tak kena quarantined. Parah wo kalau kena quarantined. Tak hidup aku kalau duk kat hostel 24 hour. Btw, kesian bebudak kat Campus Permatang Pauh, Penang, seksa la korang selama seminggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau betul pun Shah Alam kena quarantined, aku dah balik umah, diorang baru annoced tadi kalau tak silap aku. So aku still safe dari kena qarantined. Hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seramlah plak denga penangan H1N1 ni, gaklah dengar penangan H1N1 ni. Baru je tadi aku terbaca tentang &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/articles/20090724075951/Article/index_html"&gt;H1N1 death related in Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;. Yang mati tu student dari Indonesia yang belajar kat sini. Dia kena tu lepas balik dari holiday kat negara dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owe and one lastest news aku dapat dari member aku yang tengah practical kat HUKM, 10 orang budak uitm s.alam positif H1N1. And she said all of them are juniors. Yang baru masuk this sem. Ceh pembawak virus betul. Skang ni aku risau si Jenny pulak. Dah la waktu cuti hari tu dia pegi London la Tokyo la, lepas tu balik tak buat check up. Btw, take care la ye korang, elakkan dari pergi ke tempat yang ramai orang.&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/1413218589626885936-1505801330471491211?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1505801330471491211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1505801330471491211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1505801330471491211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1505801330471491211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-menular-ke-campus-shah-alam.html' title='H1N1 menular ke campus Shah Alam'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmliLycwmiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hBJg5cPXrR4/s72-c/3678466365_da63d01385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8488084681558171001</id><published>2009-07-18T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:42:40.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nazire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmClWAQDYWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kZD8BV5n1wo/s1600-h/NazS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmClWAQDYWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kZD8BV5n1wo/s400/NazS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359465354013925730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday sayang...&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of luck in everything that you did.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&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/1413218589626885936-8488084681558171001?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8488084681558171001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8488084681558171001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8488084681558171001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8488084681558171001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-nazire.html' title='Happy Birthday Nazire'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmClWAQDYWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kZD8BV5n1wo/s72-c/NazS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1658910569378679959</id><published>2009-07-17T11:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:58:07.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faculty Buddies'/><title type='text'>After a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been quite a while since i last update my blog. Well there had some few interesting stuff that i have been through with lots of laugh and fun. Owe the new semester have begins. My roommates for this sem should be Wanie, Abi and Ika. But since Wanie wanna check out from the collage and staying with her sister at section 7, there had one empty bed left in our room. But then one day this one girl call Wanie and asked her for her place and Wanie said yes. Cause she really want to get her name out from the hostel unit system so that she can apply for non resident stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the i find out that she register the collage under Wanie's name and i told her, and she was freaking out. She try to call this girl Ja, the one who replace her, but she didnt pick up her phone. The she straight call the hostel unit which lucky there still had some staff who picking up the phone even the office hours already end around 1 hour. After she inform the hostel units, suddenly the girl, Ja, calls her back. Wanie ask her for an explanation and i guess she couldn't explain kot. I dunno. But when i get back from the faculty that night, her stuff was gone. totally clean like there's no one have been there before. I quickly told Wanie and onece again she freakingg out. Well just whatever. Owe after that, i told kak Oliver, the one who still didnt get a room, she was in the hostel appealing list. I told her that our room was empty and because of bla bla bla..... Then i told her if she wants a room, then quickly go to the office and let them know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday when i was at the faculty, kak Annete message me, saying that kak Oliver asking me to duplicate my room key. Then when i get back from faculty, i was told that she got the excat from while she was appealing even she didn't stated which room that she want. So...right now, officially and legally, kak Oliver was our new roommates who replacing Wanie's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owe k, that was yesterday story. But let's look at back some previous one's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair.... Changging my hair image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAK4SRdKtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qOP_bHFzlUs/s1600-h/Alamanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAK4SRdKtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qOP_bHFzlUs/s400/Alamanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359295518664895186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pict was taken on July 7, 2009 at Alamanda, before we sent my Along for his interview at Lim Kok Wing University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe...i went out with Khairul after haven't seen him for 2 years.  He wanted to see me so badly before he fly to Tokyo on the 15, and got back to Canada. It's kindda funny. We went for lunch at The Summit. Owe and on our way back, we're having an accident while he was busy trying to seduce me in the car. None of us had any injury. Just for the car. LOL. And it was his cousin car. I dunno how he explain it to his cousin. Well here a pict between me and him.. ah...so sweet...and i'm dead if Naz find out! Huhuhu. Sorry sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAOFbMpG_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/XLRLoN1pbhw/s1600-h/Me+n+K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAOFbMpG_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/XLRLoN1pbhw/s400/Me+n+K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359299042933808114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Khairul at Johnny's The Summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the same day, after get back from seeing this 'jantan gatal', i have to move my stuff to my room cause i'm put it Paie's room. I dont have the new key for my room while dat. And no one was in the room so i couldn't get in. Owe and here had a pict of Paie playing with my stuff owe and she looks really horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAOFrkMS5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/BL0w_h22Qmk/s1600-h/Paie+giler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAOFrkMS5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/BL0w_h22Qmk/s400/Paie+giler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359299047327550354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks like 'perempuan gila' who usually mumbling around with a flower in her head...Just look at her...aren't they just the same? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;July 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiman, Jenny and i, went to KLCC to watch some MPO concert. It's kindda fun even we miss the finale songs. It's all because during the break, Jenny wanna go and grab something to eat and i wanted to go to Vincci to find some new slippers. Well here had some pict of us while eating Lasange at the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM5siY00I/AAAAAAAAAYA/9BFHDsrIi0k/s1600-h/Jenny+Marjeena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM5siY00I/AAAAAAAAAYA/9BFHDsrIi0k/s400/Jenny+Marjeena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359297741918360386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jannah @ Jenny Marjeena busy finishing Aiman's lasange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM5VISKWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oxCTnToyWBk/s1600-h/Aiman+%40+KLCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM5VISKWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oxCTnToyWBk/s400/Aiman+%40+KLCC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359297735634856290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiman busy with her cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAOFMsG07I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oOej4YiOFS4/s1600-h/Me+%40+KLCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAOFMsG07I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oOej4YiOFS4/s400/Me+%40+KLCC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359299039039247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While me, busy bullying them...hehehe but...my pict sucks...Jenny dunno how to framming.. huh (geram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the faculty with Aiman this morning and i complaining that i'm hungry. As soon as we arrived at the faculty, we go and grab something to eat at the INTEC cafe in front of the block F. Then when we on our way back to our block, Aiman wanted to walk at the back side of the cafe. Which there had a field behind there that we use to have our faculty family day. Then there had some tree captivating her eyes. She quickly 'merengek' to me to take the tree picture and i as her model. Well had some pict....it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM55HONBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0LDbq4Mo-RE/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM55HONBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0LDbq4Mo-RE/s400/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359297745294078994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing a formal attire because we have a forum today. Owe and some said that i look slimmer then before. Hehehe *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM5GcqDUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/s6hfDAcwzfc/s1600-h/Aiman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM5GcqDUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/s6hfDAcwzfc/s400/Aiman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359297731693776194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman getting weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe at night, we're having some fun inside the room. I keep bully Ieja and she keep running away. After tired bullying her, i curl up Abi's hair and then after that, Miera, Ieja and i, making a makeover to Abi and here was the resualt. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM48kXFpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c4NxYZ9TxI8/s1600-h/Abi+Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAM48kXFpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c4NxYZ9TxI8/s400/Abi+Witch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359297729041733266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Tartan Witch" From the beg, the blouse until the legging, everything was tartan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1658910569378679959?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1658910569378679959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1658910569378679959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1658910569378679959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1658910569378679959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-while.html' title='After a while'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SmAK4SRdKtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qOP_bHFzlUs/s72-c/Alamanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7000213210014923469</id><published>2009-06-20T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:44:10.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Papa</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless your life and give you all the miracle that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-7000213210014923469?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7000213210014923469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7000213210014923469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7000213210014923469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7000213210014923469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/06/papa.html' title='Papa'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8941797338666846095</id><published>2009-06-16T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:42:32.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Just Another Beautiful Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;She’s just the sweet honey bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;That everyone thought her pretending to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;She’s just another beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;That everyone keep taking advantage of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;She’s not another bitch that played everyone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;But she just afraid of her heart to get touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;She’s not the girl who loves every man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;She just the one who will vow for one until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5138301461544940678</id><published>2009-06-14T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:31:51.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;As I promise myself to be faithful to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; Even though sometimes he makes my life bright in dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; As the time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; Curiosity makes me want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; As I lonely through the night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; Someone come and try to heal the wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; As the courage of loyalty getting weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I'm lost in my own fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I break my own wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; As I'm going down to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; As the kiss had change everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I'm lost in our dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; To them, I feel so guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; It be a sin, that hunts me until eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I'm afraid to lose them both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; But I know, I just make it worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I realize the thing that I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; And now, I'm out of no where to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; Just waiting in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; For them to know, that I'm unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; 1.28 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; January 3, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;P/S: One of my old poems....I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5138301461544940678?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5138301461544940678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5138301461544940678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5138301461544940678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5138301461544940678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1606686305865836128</id><published>2009-06-11T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:09:25.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Server Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well...tajuk server down ni sebenarnye, x delah kena mengena dengan connection internet yang slalu menyakitkan hati kita semua bila dia buat hal. Tapi berkenaan dengan diri aku yang lately ni asyik breakdown. Memula mental breakdown. Ganggu aku nak buat kerja. Isi penting dah ada, nak buat ayat aku tetibe blur. Hampir sepanjang waktu keje jugaklah aku kena mental breakdown ni. Tapi nasiblah petang semalam ada perlawanan badminton kat tempat praktikal aku tu, dapatlah jugak release tension and tenangkan mental yg breakdown ni. Btw, mental breakdown tu semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ni pulak, emotion breakdown. Aku tak tau kenapa, tetibe emo sangat sampai kena kacau Naz yang tengah ada class tu, kenalah sayang aku tu memujuk sambil menenangkan. Sabar je la die dengan  kerenah aku ni. Teruk punya breakdown...sampai mata aku merah la. Tapi of course la aku tak melalak depan org mcm sesetengah umat. Memula aku dok kt bilik tv cuba control emotion, then tetibe ade malaun sekor ni nyanyi lagu yang buat aku terus rase nak melalak. Terus lari ke surau and melalak sesorang kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SjEmuDxt0WI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ekFYTJxYnuA/s1600-h/Picture_007%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SjEmuDxt0WI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ekFYTJxYnuA/s400/Picture_007%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346096805395157346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muka baru lepas melalak. Mata dah kurang merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately ni ada org hitting on aku. Hitting dengan cara main tarik tali. Bencinye. Aku paling tak boleh bla bile terpandang mata playboy die tu. Bergegar kejap satu badan. Mampos kena cincang aku kalau Naz tau. Huhuhu. Aku cuba buat gab, dia cuba menggatal rapat. Lantaklah lu mamat. Jangan bini lu carik wa kata wa menggatal kat laki dia sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owe, fyi, aku kena jadi mc untuk program 'Bintang Asli Remaja' peringkat zon selatan. And one n9 punya wakil, adik kepada Kak Cik @ Kak Fazura Violin tu. Nama dia Fazli. So just nak wish him good luck and all the best. Owe and i need a luck too. Aku dah la stage fright, cik mat menggatal pegi letak aku jadi mc, mau gagap aku atas stage nanti. Nasib aku bukan sesorg. Aku ngan KC. KC pon 2 kali 5 aku jugak, x reti nak beckp. Gabungan yang sangat padanlah tu cik mat. Kalau annocement tak lancar jangan salahkan kitorg erk. Kitorg dh cube buat yang the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm ape lagi erk aku nak membebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Owe ye...yang perlawanan badminton tu, aku ngan partner aku menang. Hehehe...aku partner dengan Lee (bdk practical UM tu) and dia memang bagus. Lucky for me...hehehe. Thanks Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owe and i guess that's for now kot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1606686305865836128?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1606686305865836128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1606686305865836128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1606686305865836128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1606686305865836128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/06/server-down.html' title='Server Down'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SjEmuDxt0WI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ekFYTJxYnuA/s72-c/Picture_007%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-328703018708600651</id><published>2009-06-06T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:10:10.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Orang-orang yang ting tong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hantu punya TP, tak pasal-pasal pagi tadi aku sakan kena bahan dengan TP waktu mesyuarat pagi tadi. Dah lah sebelum tu die buat lawak bodoh dengan menyuruh kitorg bayangkan macam mana kalau die pakai sari. Okey, korang cube imagine erk, dia itam, gemok and tinggi lebih kurang tinggi aku. Tak ke macam badak sumbu pun ade tu....tapi colour extra gelap sketl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SilQe50_lYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AMT1dtqOsVM/s1600-h/saree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SilQe50_lYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AMT1dtqOsVM/s400/saree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343890924701193602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lebih kurang macam nilah agaknye kot rupe die, cuma extra gelap, extra boroi and extra drag. BTW, gamba ni drag queen dr mane tah, aku jumpe kat yahoo pict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang ketua pemuzik die plak, lagi sengal, orang tanya dia main instrument apa untuk perform, dia boleh pegi jawab main alat kelamin.....satu bilik mesyuarat sakit perut tergelak. Ada yang muka merah tahan gelak. Aku sampai cram perut dibuatnya. Lepas tu org tua tu ade hati plak ajak aku pg dating.... geli aku. Serious org tua tu lucah giler. 1st day kitorg masuk practical dh kena ayat2 lucah ngan die(secara bergurau, tp mmg ayat2 die agak lucah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meeting tadi aku dapat satu keje lagi, kena uruskan program "Bintang Asli Remaja" plak. Nasib bawah abg Faizal. Senang sket nak deal. Masuk ni dah 5 program aku bawah die. Bahagianye... dia tak membebankan otak aku. Next week ada kena uruskan bengkel kemahiran seni. Too bad tak dapat sambutan sangat, yelah sebab bebayor. Manelah org nak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week je la so far baru aku dapat relax weekend, kalau tak, asyik ade program je. Macam last week hari sabtu, dari pagi sampai malam. Pagi program lain, malam program lain.  Yang belah pagi tu lagi haru, aku kena urus sesorg wo. Panic gak aku kejap. Yelah, abg Faizal lambat sampai. Nasib bahagian technical ada org, kalau aku jugak yang kena, mau haru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mate aku dah ting tong ni...ngantok bebeno........walau ada banyak lagi nak membebel. Perhaps aku kena sambung dalam post lain plak. Good nite.....eh nite ke morning erk ni? Dah kol 2  am dah....ting tong otak aku!&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/1413218589626885936-328703018708600651?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/328703018708600651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=328703018708600651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/328703018708600651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/328703018708600651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/06/orang-orang-yang-ting-tong.html' title='Orang-orang yang ting tong'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SilQe50_lYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AMT1dtqOsVM/s72-c/saree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7624621786750791132</id><published>2009-06-04T23:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:31:25.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sif9YvcRGkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LaVmCJs1PHE/s1600-h/NazS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sif9YvcRGkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LaVmCJs1PHE/s400/NazS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343518084392098370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss him so much..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b295725acb291208" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db295725acb291208%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E348801D89072EE848A0E4DC64BD327EE456524.DE26AA34DF13EEE457F958A61687509DF31B4B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db295725acb291208%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqz5PY8N8-uEZnceDQCzxwo2XMZM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db295725acb291208%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E348801D89072EE848A0E4DC64BD327EE456524.DE26AA34DF13EEE457F958A61687509DF31B4B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db295725acb291208%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqz5PY8N8-uEZnceDQCzxwo2XMZM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all those moment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly missing him like crazy....huwa.....&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/1413218589626885936-7624621786750791132?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b295725acb291208&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7624621786750791132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7624621786750791132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7624621786750791132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7624621786750791132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sif9YvcRGkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LaVmCJs1PHE/s72-c/NazS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2880845973296203100</id><published>2009-05-29T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:29:49.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Poor little one...</title><content type='html'>Poor little one... Fara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After loosing her grandmother a week before, now she's loosing the love of her life. Her soul mates. I don't know how can she handle this. I hope she's strong enough to deal with all this situation. Well as i said before on my previous post that i don't know her bf name, just now i got some info from Wanie. The news of his death was one of the headlines in US. That explain why Fara sounds so weak while she was crying when i call her that morning. To Fara, please be strong. We'll be waiting for you to get back in work soon. And here the link to the news about the bf, &lt;a href="http://www.knoxnews.com/news/2009/may/26/drowning-victim-identified/"&gt;Nublan Zaki Norhadi&lt;/a&gt;. Al-fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You can visit this blog if you wanna know more about him. This blog belongs to one of his &lt;a href="http://suarahearty.blogspot.com/2009/05/moga-roh-mu-dicucuri-rahmat.html"&gt;close friend.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2880845973296203100?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2880845973296203100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2880845973296203100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2880845973296203100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2880845973296203100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/poor-little-one.html' title='Poor little one...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-9083595036006676720</id><published>2009-05-27T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:29:21.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Condolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Condolence to Farah for the lost of her beloved boyfriend due to drowning in some lagoon or something. Well i'm not so sure bout that. But i know it's hard when loosing someone you love. Don't know what his name, but may his soul rest in peace, Amin.&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/1413218589626885936-9083595036006676720?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/9083595036006676720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=9083595036006676720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/9083595036006676720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/9083595036006676720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/condolence.html' title='Condolence'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5138959652478308898</id><published>2009-05-25T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:28:50.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><title type='text'>Temasya Mengemping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam, adalah hari yang memenatkan sampai aku tak sempat nak online, terus tido. Asalnya aku kena jadi urus setia dalam Temasya Mengemping semalam, tapi last minute, hari jumaat lepas, budda-budak music kat JKKNS tu panggil aku ngan Farah tok naik atas. Diorg suruh kami buat tumbuk kalang. Memula excited la, tapi bila dah buat, penat siot. Dah la tempo laju, pastu kena tumbuk sepanjang lagu tu. Nasib la lagu tu tak lama sangat dalam 2 minit lebih. Tapi tu pun lenguh jugaklah. Plus memula masuk je diorg dah bagi aku tempo yang paling laju. Sampai kejang kejap urat tangan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tu pulak, tetibe diorg suruh jadi back up singer untuk this one song, "Riwayat Petani", ok la. Well sebenarnya Temasya Mengemping ni memang ada berkenaan dengan padi la. Tah camne tah, aku pun tak sure. Aku pegi jer. Tapi aku tak tengok pon diorg buat ape. Busy bersiap kt belakang stage. Asal aku kena back up satu lagu je, and satu lagu lagi tumbuk kalang, bila dah kat stage terus 3 lagu aku kena. Hampeh sey....pastu bagi aku pakai satu baju je, baju kebaya untuk tumbuk kalang yang maha menggatalkan kulit aku dan maha ketat. Aku agak tensi jugaklah sket dengan some of the dancers tu. Tapi some of them ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam, bertolak dari Seremban pukul 6 pagi, owe lupa, temasya tu buat kat Simpang Pertang, Jelebu. Giler dalam dan ulu. And then balik sampai kat Taman Budaya balik dalam pukul 9 mlm. Kitorg keluar sebelum matahari terbit dan balik selepas matahari terbenam. Paling aku tak tahan masa kat sana, cuaca. Panas sey... Habis cair make up aku.  Plus aku nye make up pun bukannya tebal sangat macam yang lain. Tebal sey make up diorg. Macam tepun gomak. Tapi tak kata la, diorg tu dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The musician, sangat relax. Honestly diorg memang bagus dan mantap. Aku salute kat Along and Abang Cimau (Sebab diorg tu fave aku. hehehe. the rest pon ok gak), diorg mmg tip top. Tapi sayangnya...sound system cam haprak. Dah la tak cukup mike. Pastu org yang jage audio tu mangkok, sampai tak denga suara penyanyi and back up. Buat spoil performance jer. Kalau org JKKNS memang dah kena maki dah, tapi disebabkan diorg tu dari Jabatan Penerangan, terpaksalah akur je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ni ada a few pict yang aku sempat amek. Semua busy sampai nak bergambar pon terlupa. Nanti aku cuba try dptkn gamba performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShvMSThB6gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6teBqa-6e4g/s1600-h/IMG_4144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShvMSThB6gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6teBqa-6e4g/s400/IMG_4144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340086398026377730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dengan Kak Lily, a dancer selaku back up singer. Tapi waktu temasya tu die just jd back up singer jer. Gosh gelapnye kulit aku...huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sh1P60uccBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/naewX0ib2FE/s1600-h/IMG_4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sh1P60uccBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/naewX0ib2FE/s400/IMG_4145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340512605135728658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Abang Cimau. The keyboardist. Gosh my face look so funny in this pict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sh1P7ONJmYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jFjbXQ1MKLs/s1600-h/IMG_4147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Sh1P7ONJmYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jFjbXQ1MKLs/s400/IMG_4147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340512611975403906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Afiq. Adik pada singer band pada hari tu, Kak Aisyah Wahid.&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/1413218589626885936-5138959652478308898?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5138959652478308898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5138959652478308898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5138959652478308898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5138959652478308898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/temasya-mengemping.html' title='Temasya Mengemping'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShvMSThB6gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6teBqa-6e4g/s72-c/IMG_4144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5921618137756257719</id><published>2009-05-20T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:06:25.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complain'/><title type='text'>Practical &amp; ARtWoRk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, today is my 3rd day as a practical student at JKKNS (Jabatan Kebudayaan Kesenian Negeri Sembilan). Yesterday been such a thuff day. I have to be the at the front desk cause the front desk girl had an audition for ASWARA. Damn i hate being at the front desk. Being the operator who connected lines to this and that etc. I'm not a good talker. Damn it! Every each second i prayed for the phone not to rang, cause i'm afraid that i'm can't handle the talk on my own. What do you expect, it's my 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day before( the 1st day), all i had to do is search for a song and download it, but thank to the damn broadband, i can't finished the download there. Thank God i can finish it at  home. Owe back to the main point, no one thought me how to use the damn phone and how to answer it etc. I'm not a good speaker. So i don't think i can hadle that. But thank God the day is over. Owe i got back from work around 8 sumthin. Thanks to the damn meeting who involves us all (the practical student, there were 5 of us. 3 others from UM), so we have to stay until the meeting over at 7.30 pm. I'm so exhausted. But even i'm busy with the front desk, i still got a time to play my baby guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the head music department, En. Yuzi ask me to bring my guitar, he wanna hear me play and perhaps that we can create something from Mandolin (he play's the Mandolin, kindda cute) and classical guitar and combined it togather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owe well move on to the next main tittle, the ARtWoRk. Well this evening, after our Asistant Director, Cik Mat, went to the RTM Negeri Sembilan at sg. Gadut, replacing our Director, i don't know where the hell he have been, cause haven't meet him yet ever since i got in for practical, back to main point, all the staff feels relief after Datuk Rais Yatim, the Minister of Information, Communication &amp;amp; Cultures, done with his tour and meeting at our place. Well, Cik Mat accompanied him to the RTM. All of us seems like have nothing to do at the office, except me, have to done some of Kak Linda's work (one of the staff), all of the staff were chatting, gossiping, eating, sleeping etc. Such as being so lazy. Including the all the practical student except me and Farah, cause i'm doing Kak Linda's work and Farah was on her day off that she ask for her driving test. Kc's, one of the UM students, using the computer at my place cause i'm using the pc at his place, sort of like we're exchanging place with each other. I have to do my work at his place cause i have to use the thumbdrive, the pc at my seats are ting-tong, can't detect the thumbdrive. So Kc was playing some of the games at my place. Then after bored with the games, he drawing something, ain't using any art pen or else, only a mouse, he create this one looks that attract me, but too bad he already erase it. But i manage to take a 2 of the painting that he aint close neither save yet, before he erase it for the second times. To me it's kindda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP9xmsQuMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QDL72RJ687s/s1600-h/KC%27s+Artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP9xmsQuMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QDL72RJ687s/s400/KC%27s+Artwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889012005779650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KC'S first stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP9x3zbCMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Mgra8clnCvk/s1600-h/KC%27s+Artwork+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP9x3zbCMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Mgra8clnCvk/s400/KC%27s+Artwork+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889016599218370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC'S 2nd stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP84HtQTSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JgxbqgS4-WM/s1600-h/Aiman%27s+Artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP84HtQTSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JgxbqgS4-WM/s400/Aiman%27s+Artwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337888024435903778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiman's Stuff&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/1413218589626885936-5921618137756257719?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5921618137756257719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5921618137756257719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5921618137756257719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5921618137756257719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/practical-artwork.html' title='Practical &amp; ARtWoRk'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ShP9xmsQuMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QDL72RJ687s/s72-c/KC%27s+Artwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4815197470071391286</id><published>2009-05-18T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:39:27.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Damai yang hilang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bila mata tertutup, bibir terkedu&lt;br /&gt;Bila air mata ini surut, bibir diam membisu&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa perlu lagi air mata mengalir, sedangkan bahagia di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa perlu duka yang lahir, sedangkan kesetiaan jelas ternyata&lt;br /&gt;Menguntai sebuah erti puisi, sambil mengalunkan sekalung melodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indahnya rahmat seribu erti, melutut merayu terduduk menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damai yang hilang sudah lama dicari, diri terasa kosong&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan yang tenang sudah lama berlalu pergi, jalan terasa serong&lt;br /&gt;Aku merintih pada kedamaian yang hilang&lt;br /&gt;Pulanglah pada aku sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Aku butuhkan kamu yang membuatku tenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kembali tenang seperti camar yang terbang&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/1413218589626885936-4815197470071391286?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4815197470071391286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4815197470071391286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4815197470071391286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4815197470071391286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/damai-yang-hilang.html' title='Damai yang hilang'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5333588796930762177</id><published>2009-05-13T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:15:23.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>Finally i can breathe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally....boleh jugak bernafas... It's almost a month tak dapat internet kat rumah. Aku mati kutu. Tak tau nak buat ape... Well sebenarnye banyak je keje....Tapi keje utamaku adelah on9...tapi tak dapat dijalankan. So mati kutu la jawabnye. Ni semua disebabkan habis rosak line phone sederet rumah aku ni. Kena sambar kilat. Bukan minor problem tapi major punye. Last week dah ada org datang betulkan, tapi tak boleh gak lagi. Puas la aku bising kat papa suruh call org2 yang berkenaan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then hari ni ade sorang je yang datang berbanding last week sampai 5 ke 6 org, org yang datang hari ni check rupenye, diorg salah pasang. Sebab tulah benda alah tu tak berfungsi. Bodoh......tambah lagi seminggu aku tak dapat on9. Bongok! Benci! At last dalam pukul 3 petang tadi, akhirnya aku dapat bernafas kembali dengan adenye line internet ku kini. Hehehe. Nasib hari tu tak terlepas registration course. Last day registration, aku kat Shah Alam, nasib aku sempat on9 kat CC, so sempatlah buat.&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/1413218589626885936-5333588796930762177?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5333588796930762177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5333588796930762177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5333588796930762177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5333588796930762177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-i-can-breathe.html' title='Finally i can breathe...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4442938538353104048</id><published>2009-04-21T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:27:12.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Jauh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aku terasa jauh&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin hati aku kian luluh&lt;br /&gt;Terasa aneh, terasa pelik&lt;br /&gt;Aku hilang punca&lt;br /&gt;Aku kian derita&lt;br /&gt;Aku terasa sendirian&lt;br /&gt;Walau aku punya ramai teman&lt;br /&gt;Terasa seperti semangatku semakin pergi&lt;br /&gt;Jauh berlari&lt;br /&gt;Setiap detik yang mendatang, terasa berat untuk di tempuh&lt;br /&gt;Setiap semangat yang hilang, semakin kuat membuatku rapuh&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kenangan berlalu, tersirat seribu satu rahsia&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kasih yang ku seru, berlalu seperti sebelumnya&lt;br /&gt;Dan setiap kali aku menyembah pada yang maha Esa, terasa diri ini penuh cela&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali aku memohon dariNya, terasa seperti aku tak layak untuk mendapatnya&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/1413218589626885936-4442938538353104048?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5927530717148975028</id><published>2009-04-20T03:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:09:10.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Tears on the summer midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tears that fall, getting faster every second.&lt;br /&gt;The fears that she feel, getting stronger being a burden.&lt;br /&gt;The agony that she kept inside, once reveal during the summer night.&lt;br /&gt;The dignity that keep her pride, once being break during the trouble she's fight.&lt;br /&gt;As she doubt on her life, the voice inside kept her alive.&lt;br /&gt;As she failed to succeed her strength, the love inside keep kiss away her pain.&lt;br /&gt;As she feel the appreciation started to get weak, but she fail to avoid the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the anger turn to be sad, as  the doubt of her turn to be bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5927530717148975028?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5927530717148975028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5927530717148975028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5927530717148975028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5927530717148975028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears-on-summer-midnight.html' title='Tears on the summer midnight'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8311138598733792039</id><published>2009-04-19T05:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:13:15.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>As hot as the desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SepOyIHSCQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cxLFujtqyk0/s1600-h/desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SepOyIHSCQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cxLFujtqyk0/s400/desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326156132397484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's already 5 am in the morning. But i still did not sleep yet since last night. I have a terrible wifi connection in my room and now i'm online at my juniors room at one of the girl bed while she sleeping at the other room. It's not that didn't have any other beds here, cause the other 2 roomates haven't come back yet, but she still wann sleep at the other room. Only left me and the other roommates, Lenny. Well Lenny already fall asleep about 2 hours ago i guess. I wanna go back to my room but feel teribble to wake Lenny's up, to lock the door. But i don't know, probably i'll just sleep here or i might get back to my room. Owe my roomates Aiman already awake and she's going to the toilet, to get a shower i guess, ain't so sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Gosh, it's damn hot day, i can feel that my neck sweating in the middle of the morning. And yesterday morning, i sleep on the floor because can't stand the heat. Feel so good until 11 am, then i have to wake up. I started to sweat even when i sleeping on the floor. It's just last few days, there  was a heavy rain during i got back to Seremban, but then suddenlly it change. The weather feels like we're a desert or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm sleepy, but the weather that keeps me awake. I can't stand sleeping in the condition where my neck sweating. Gosh...my eyes feels so painfull right now. Probably because i haven't get enough rest and sleep. And also it's already morning and i haven't sleep yet since last night. Gosh this late few days i haven't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Please Dear Allah, give a weather that suite and comfertable for us. Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-8311138598733792039?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8311138598733792039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8311138598733792039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8311138598733792039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8311138598733792039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-hot-as-desert.html' title='As hot as the desert'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SepOyIHSCQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cxLFujtqyk0/s72-c/desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5133815687142788743</id><published>2009-04-16T03:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:45:43.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Have you ever thanked your mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;When you were 8 years&lt;br /&gt;old, your mom handed you an ice&lt;br /&gt;cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZAQN37WkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dlpNA9vDNdY/s1600-h/dancing-pics3-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZAQN37WkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dlpNA9vDNdY/s400/dancing-pics3-0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014256758512194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You thanked her by dripping it&lt;br /&gt;all over your lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZBRLVLPMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zODqLYkEmQ4/s1600-h/3252021244_b4956587de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZBRLVLPMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zODqLYkEmQ4/s400/3252021244_b4956587de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325015372767378626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;never even bothering to practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove&lt;br /&gt;you all day, from soccer to football&lt;br /&gt;to one birthday party after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZVUFGZmCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/KkrSFaohkno/s1600-h/cowboy-birthday-party-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZVUFGZmCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/KkrSFaohkno/s400/cowboy-birthday-party-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037412866955298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the&lt;br /&gt;car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took&lt;br /&gt;you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZDd_a2ueI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TwwfyEI3gYk/s1600-h/3224200637_962754bf65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZDd_a2ueI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TwwfyEI3gYk/s400/3224200637_962754bf65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325017791931529698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a&lt;br /&gt;different row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned&lt;br /&gt;you not to watch certain TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZJWW7HT3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/IqhiRgHiUe0/s1600-h/logo_18SX.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZJWW7HT3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/IqhiRgHiUe0/s400/logo_18SX.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325024257871662962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by waiting until she left&lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a&lt;br /&gt;haircut that was becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZHD1YoF4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/CT4Qf4kPV8w/s1600-h/2442058341_25d69f93cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZHD1YoF4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/CT4Qf4kPV8w/s400/2442058341_25d69f93cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021740607739778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month&lt;br /&gt;away at summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZLT7GB-tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K4C_6AGv2ZE/s1600-h/summer-camp-2006-050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZLT7GB-tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K4C_6AGv2ZE/s400/summer-camp-2006-050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325026415064775378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from&lt;br /&gt;work, looking for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZNVPqZlCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zBxKKGp1gFA/s1600-h/52955345_ffa98a2b46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZNVPqZlCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zBxKKGp1gFA/s400/52955345_ffa98a2b46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028636789150754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how&lt;br /&gt;to drive her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZOvj8zjWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qk9zJO2xvKI/s1600-h/2155356117_d4bdc961a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZOvj8zjWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qk9zJO2xvKI/s400/2155356117_d4bdc961a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325030188423286114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting&lt;br /&gt;an important call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZOv8KkRRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0ZOJjWcOCUg/s1600-h/this+is+talent%21+talking+on+phone+and+playing+tiger+woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZOv8KkRRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0ZOJjWcOCUg/s400/this+is+talent%21+talking+on+phone+and+playing+tiger+woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325030194923455762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your&lt;br /&gt;high school graduation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZRRN0wlPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/AAXcNBe8TpY/s1600-h/192355978_287db8eefa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZRRN0wlPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/AAXcNBe8TpY/s400/192355978_287db8eefa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325032965622764786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your&lt;br /&gt;college tuition, drove you to campus&lt;br /&gt;carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZRRAqIXXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ckfTxln-EKo/s1600-h/campus_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZRRAqIXXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ckfTxln-EKo/s400/campus_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325032962088525170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;saying good-bye outside the dorm so you&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be embarrassed in front of&lt;br /&gt;your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay&lt;br /&gt;for your wedding, and she cried and&lt;br /&gt;told you how deeply she loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZSoCHoAMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/G3HCYv1qS9Q/s1600-h/1413785195_33f1b5aba5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZSoCHoAMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/G3HCYv1qS9Q/s400/1413785195_33f1b5aba5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325034457129287874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by moving halfway across&lt;br /&gt;the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and&lt;br /&gt;needed you to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZSoMaesHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/a580TNo1aWk/s1600-h/mary-lav-hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZSoMaesHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/a580TNo1aWk/s400/mary-lav-hospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325034459892723826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by reading about the&lt;br /&gt;burden parents become to their&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she&lt;br /&gt;quietly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came&lt;br /&gt;crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; If you love your MOM &amp;amp; you thank her deeply,&lt;br /&gt;THANKED HER NOW, before it's too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:I got this from myspace bulletin board that post by Ardiv. But i change some of the end words. I got all this picture from Yahoo search and it's obviously not from my collection, so i apologies if i'm using any of your(readers) pict without asking your permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5133815687142788743?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5133815687142788743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5133815687142788743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5133815687142788743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5133815687142788743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-ever-thanked-your-mom.html' title='Have you ever thanked your mom?'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeZAQN37WkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dlpNA9vDNdY/s72-c/dancing-pics3-0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2954115712228713796</id><published>2009-04-15T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:43:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy birthday to Wanie... Wah...dah tue :P. Hehehe...erm... tatau nak cakap ape...tapi sure ko tak de gambo ni lagi kan? Well nah...hadiah birthday ko...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeTK3VtAouI/AAAAAAAAATs/ni3HzsqRG4I/s1600-h/IMG_4088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeTK3VtAouI/AAAAAAAAATs/ni3HzsqRG4I/s400/IMG_4088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603711526314722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanie &amp;amp; buah hatinye (Faliq) -Happy Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: Ske gamba ni...chantek...(sebab aku yang amek...hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2954115712228713796?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2954115712228713796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2954115712228713796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2954115712228713796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2954115712228713796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-wanie.html' title='Happy Birthday Wanie!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeTK3VtAouI/AAAAAAAAATs/ni3HzsqRG4I/s72-c/IMG_4088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8797352518474543188</id><published>2009-04-14T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:14:27.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><title type='text'>Bull sh*t!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku saja join yahoo nye chatroom tadi. Then adalah chat dengan sorang mamat ni. Tengok kat display picture dia, gamba dia main drum. Then aku assume dia musician la kan of course. And he was. Tapi dia cakap, dia co-pilot airasia. Tapi how far is it true, aku tak taulah. And dia ada band, band dia main all this metal rock stuff. Ok fine. I have no problem with that. Then aku terlambat reply msg dia sebab aku leka tengok vid clip lagu "Lucky", bukan version Jason Mraz and Colbie Cailat, tapi orang biasa la. Dari indie group kot. Tak taulah. It's kindda nice. Tapi of course la ada weakness serba sedikit. Nama diorg '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apfawbvULM8&amp;amp;feature=rec-HM-rn"&gt;Alyssa Bernal &amp;amp; Kris Mark&lt;/a&gt;'. Korang boleh click kat name diorag kalau nak denga version diorg tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to that guy, aku cakaplah sorry sebab aku terleka tgk clip tu. Dia tak tau lagu tu. Then dia tanya sapa nyanyi. Aku jawaplah. Then after that, dia kutuk2 Jason Mraz. Dia kata Mraz ketinggalan zaman. Music dia tak maju. Hello...kalau music Mraz tak maju...takkan dia boleh top skarang? Sedangkan dia tu yang kolot. Yelah, kononnye memperjuangkan rock and metal. Owe before that aku bagi tau sebab aku dengar tu, nak kena perform. Dia boleh cakap apa tau, dia suruh aku tukar lagu. Aku pun melenting la dan-dan tu gak. Membebel-bebel la aku. Sampai dia kena sembur yang dia tu tak berfikiran terbuka la itu la ini la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia suruh aku tuka lagu and dia suruh aku ganti dengan lagu M. Nasir, lagu ape tah. Aku pun tak tau. Hello ape hak ko nak suruh2 aku tukar lagu?  Hello...aku bukan budak vocal nak bawak lagu yang gempak-gempak. Dan range suara aku pun sangatlah limited. So aku cuma nak play on the safe side bawak lagu ni. Sweet and catchy. Lepas aku sembur dia tu, terus dia diam. Langsung tak cakap apa. Padan muka kau! Sakit hati aku. Sengal. Ngok nak mampos. Kalau betol kau tu bagos sangat, kenapa kau tak popular? Kenapa nama ko tak de langsung dalam music industry? Bodoh!&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/1413218589626885936-8797352518474543188?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8797352518474543188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8797352518474543188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8797352518474543188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8797352518474543188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/bull-sht.html' title='Bull sh*t!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2653611239016568966</id><published>2009-04-13T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:41:00.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>Ayat-ayat Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, aku baru habis tengok movie 'Ayat-ayat Cinta'. An Indonesian film. Tapi cerita dia tak typical cerita movie Indonesian. Sedih. Honestly memang sedih. Masuk ni dah dua kali aku tengok cite ni, Aku nangis. Ni baru tengok cerita, belum baca novel dia lagi. Btw, cerita ni adaptasi dari novel yang tittle die 'Ayat-ayat Cinta' gak. Author die Habiburrahman El Sh Menurut dari sumber2 orang yang dah baca novel ni, diorg cakap, cerita dalam novel lagi panjang dan banyak conflict. Tapi bila dah dijadikan movie, banyak yang dia tak ambil. Owe btw, ada source aku cakap, tapi aku tak sure, cerita dari novel tu, based on true story. Tapi how far is it true, aku tak tau la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeQriKyd-5I/AAAAAAAAATA/iT_oGlgaeFk/s1600-h/407px-Ayat-Ayat_Cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeQriKyd-5I/AAAAAAAAATA/iT_oGlgaeFk/s400/407px-Ayat-Ayat_Cinta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428525470350226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster film&lt;br /&gt;'Ayat-ayat Cinta'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku bagi la sinopsis serba sikit tentang cite ni ye. Tapi kalau korang ada peluang nak tengok cite ni ke atau nak baca novel dia, go ahead. It worth it. Tapi kena betul-betul faham la. Sebab cerita dia macam puisi sikit. Ramai yang tersalah tafsir termasuk la aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm Mesir. Nama dia Fahri. Dalam cite ni, Fahri ni tersangatlah baik, pure and innocent human beingback to the main point, cerita ni mengisahkan tentang seorang penuntut Indonesia di Al-Azhar,  la. Normally orang cakap wanita suci kan? Ini ala-ala lelaki suci camtu la. Dia ada close friend, perempuan dan merangkap jiran dia. Nama perempuan ni Maria. Maria ni Kristian Coptic, well Fahri tu of course la muslim. Erm...Fahri and Maria ni close friend. Maria ni have a big crush on Fahri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, both of them ada selamtakan seorang perempuan mesir, yang bernama Noura. Diorg selamatkan Noura ni dari tuan dia ke bapak angkat die tah yang nama dia Bahadur. So diorg dah selamatkan Noura ni and tolong carikan bapak and mak kandung Noura.  And she's safe then. Tapi tiba-tiba one day, Fahri kena tangkap polis, atas kesalah merogol Naura. Nilah climax cerita ni. Tapi dalam novel aku tau taulah. Katanya novel lagi best dan lagi sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeQriP6fE5I/AAAAAAAAATI/TgJ2-sSWvCQ/s1600-h/ayat-ayatcintaw300h455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeQriP6fE5I/AAAAAAAAATI/TgJ2-sSWvCQ/s400/ayat-ayatcintaw300h455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428526846153618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Novel 'Ayat-ayat Cinta' latest edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam cerita ni, inilah cabaran pada Fahri ni, sebab kalau sebelum ni hidup dia seems sangat perfect. Tapi ini dugaan dia paling besar. Kena accuse atas kesalahan yang dia tak lakukan. Owe lupa pulak, after diorg dah selamat temukan Naura dengan family dia, Fahri ni kahwin, secara ta'aruf. Aku pun tak sure macam mana. Korang surf la internet untuk tau lebih lanjut. Dengan seorang perempuan kacukkan Turkey dengan ape tah, and nama dia Aisyah. Of course la Aisyah ni muslim. Back to cerita dia kena tangkap tadi. Masa Fahri kena tangkap tu, terserlah ketabahan Aisyah ni. Dia buat macam-macam untuk selamatkan suami dia, walaupun dalam masa yang sama dia belum betul-betul kenal suami dia. Iyelah, kahwin ta'aruf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Puas diorg cari bukti untuk membuktikan Fahri ni innocent. Tapi sayangnya almost semua bukti tu luput atau hilang. Diorag cuba contact Maria, tapi Maria dah pindah and tak ada saap tau Maria pindah ke mana. Sebab Maria adalah saksi penting bagi Fahri, testimonial dia dapat selamatkan Fahri. Before Maria pindah, dia accident, kena langgar, but she's survive. Aisya pegi trace balik nak cari Maria ni. Dan dia jumpa. Tapi waktu tu Maria ni sedang coma. Mulanya Aisyah cuba bagi Maria dengar suara Fahri yang dia record, tapi it didn't work, doctor cakap perhaps Fahri perlu datang sendiri. Dan dia uruskan dengan lawyer dia untuk bawa Fahri datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hanya untuk beberapa jam. Dan sewaktu di sana, Aisyah suruh Fahri bernikah dengan Maria, sebab dia fikir itu satu-satunya cara untuk buat Maria sedar dari coma. Dan Fahri bernikah dengan Maria waktu tu jugak. Owe, mesti korang wonder how come diorg boleh bernikah sedangkan Maria tu kristian kan? Maria tu Kristian Coptic atau or lebih kenal dengan Kristian Orthodox, yang skang hanya ada di belahh2 Mesir sana. Kristian Coptic ni, ada dalam kitab dan ajaran dia percaya bahawa ada Nabi lain selepas Isa. Kira orang yang beragama Kristian Coptic ni memang boleh berkahwin dengan Islam.  Ok back to the story, selepas saja nikah dan Fahri tu bercakap la serba siket dengan Maria, barulah dia nak jaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And waktu final trial tu barulah Maria dapat datang bagi testimonial. Dan belum sempat Maria habis disoal jawap, suddenlly Noura tu bangun then cakap macam perempuan gile (aku annoyed gile tengok betina ni), barulah dia cakap perkara yang sebenarnya. Bador yang sebenarnya dah rogol dia dan buat dia sampai mengandung. Dah banyak kali kena rogol dengan Bahadur ni. So empunya badan dah reveal the truth. So Fahri pun dibebaskanlah dan Bador yang kena tangkap. Btw, lupa pulak, motif dia tuduh Fahri yang rogol dia sebab dia pun have a big crush on Fahri, tapi Fahri tak sambut cinta dia. Itulah yang menyebabkan dia fithnah si Fahri ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1853eb117ebb4617" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1853eb117ebb4617%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36F032E2F14EEAFCFBC1ACF81847AF6129210C8C.2B30945033347587397513D5831EC95D4E0A5A34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1853eb117ebb4617%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhS_e3ZDcdL7PZmOuNzhpjezI_nU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1853eb117ebb4617%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36F032E2F14EEAFCFBC1ACF81847AF6129210C8C.2B30945033347587397513D5831EC95D4E0A5A34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1853eb117ebb4617%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhS_e3ZDcdL7PZmOuNzhpjezI_nU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayat-ayat Cinta - Rossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ending dia, memula Aisyah ni tak dapat terima yang dia bermadu, walaupun dia sendiri yang suruh Fahri bernikah dengan Maria. Tapi at last bila dia dah sedar, dia pun dapat accept. Bila diorg dah mula nak happy, suddenly Maria ni meninggal, waktu dia tengah sembahyang. Waktu tu first time dia belajar nak sembahyang, sambil  dia sembahyang baring, sebab dia sakit waktu tu. Dan dia meninggal waktu sedang solat. Kalau tak silap aku waktu nak sujud tu dia meninggal. (Fyi, dia suruh Aisyah dan Fahri ajar dan bersolat dengan dia sekali, inilah guidline yang mengatakan dia meninggal waktu sedang sujud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously cite ni memang sedih. Kalau setakat aku bagitau memang susah korang nak faham. So better tengok sendiri atau baca novel dia. Aku teringin nak baca novel dia. Diorg cakap best. Please sape yang ade novel dia bagi aku pinjam boleh tak? Atau bagi aku birthday present novel tu ke? Hehehe.... Btw, cuba korang amati lirik lagu soundtrack cite ni, yang tittle dia sama gak, 'Ayat-ayat Cinta', memang dia buat sangat special untuk cerita ni. Kena sangat lirik dia. Paling nampak bila ending chorus dia ayat dia camni, "Namun harus ku tinggalkan cinta, ketika ku bersujud" , kena sangat dengan ending cerita ni. Sedih wo... Kekdangan aku dengar lagu dia pun aku boleh nangis.&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/1413218589626885936-2653611239016568966?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1853eb117ebb4617&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2653611239016568966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2653611239016568966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2653611239016568966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2653611239016568966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/ayat-ayat-cinta.html' title='Ayat-ayat Cinta'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SeQriKyd-5I/AAAAAAAAATA/iT_oGlgaeFk/s72-c/407px-Ayat-Ayat_Cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3004374081663943209</id><published>2009-04-11T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:39:46.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>Another boring evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things ain't go as we expect it to be. Aku sepatutnya perform untuk Pop Ensamble, tapi kena tangguh sebab class cancel. Tak tahulah bila diorg nak buat last performance ni. Last Monday aku dah excited gila nak perform untuk Pop Ensamble, tapi cancel. Last Tueasday aku dah excited nak perform untuk forum, tapi tak dapat sebab diorang dulukan budak part 6, 7, 8 and last sitting dulu. Tapi ramai je yang bukan last sitting tapi mengaku last sitting. Sakit ati je. Geram and tension aku. Pada hal aku dah excited nak perform tapi hajat tak kesampaian. Semuanya salah aku gak sebab slalu buat performance last minutes. Wannie please jangan bebel. Aku tau kau akan bebel kat aku sal ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During study week ni mesti bosan. Sebab duduk rumah je. Aku ingat nak balik Shah Alam, duk hostel je tapi bila fikir balik tak de orang kat bilik, jangan haraplah. Aku tak pernah nak tidur sesorang kat bilik. Rela aku tumpang rumah member kat luar atau ajak bf aku teman aku tido kat mcd sect 3 tu. Tak hengen aku balik bilik tidur sesorang. Kalau kat Shah Alam, at least aku bebas begerak sket. Tak macam kat seremban. Kat shah alam aku tau nak naik public transport. Kalau kat sini mampos naik teksi pon aku tak tau nak tunggu mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boleh tak kalau aku nak putarkan waktu balik ke zaman dulu. Aku rase lately ni macam terlalu banyak sangat sesal. Rasa macam nak turn back time je. Kalau boleh aku nak balik ke zaman aku baby. Time mama aku masih ada lagi. Aku nak manje sepuas-puasnye dengan mama. Tapi sayang, aku dalam reality. Bukan dalam fantasy. Aku rasa zaman budak-budak aku sangat bahagia. Sekarang pun happy jugak. Just cabaran hidup tu tersangatlah berat, perit, sukar, etc. Things getting complicated right now. And it's hard to explain it. Hanya boleh dirasa dan sukar diungkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kalau diulang segala masa silam aku, aku mintak several things yang jangan berubah. Family aku, teman baik aku dan jugak bf. Sebab diorg tersangat bermakna dan beri kesan dalam hidup aku. Pada family, you guys are my life. Pada Naz, you are my strength. Pada rakan, you guys are my memory, fantasy and reality. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terasa jiwang pulak bila meluah macam ni. Tapi inilah hakikat. And inilah jugak yang aku selalu buat bila aku sesorang. Papa keluar pegi jamming. Along pegi pd ngan membe2 dia. So aku tinggal sesorang la kat rumah. Nak ajak Aisyah keluar, dia baru je balik dari KL, sebab tadi ada class. Aku memang tak ramai kawan kat sini. Aku susah nak rapat dengan orang. Mungkin sebab dari dulu aku sering kena back stabbed, so sampai sekarang aku still hati2 pilih kawan yang boleh dijadikan kawan rapat.&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/1413218589626885936-3004374081663943209?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3004374081663943209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3004374081663943209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3004374081663943209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3004374081663943209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-boring-evening.html' title='Another boring evening'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-2921039215816523021</id><published>2009-04-11T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:20:29.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>Confession of the untold secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku pernah ada crush, pada seseorang. A big crush. Waktu tu, aku cuba untuk dapatkan dia. Tapi sayangnye, i've been stabbed by someone yang aku sangat percaya waktu tu. My crush ni minat pada the one yang aku percaya ni and dia pernah mintak couple dengan the one yang aku percaya ni, dan this girl terima, walaupun dia tau yang aku tersangatlah gilakan this guy. Sedangkan dia pulak tak de feeling langsung pada this guy. Well it did break my heart. Teramat sangat. Iyalah, memula that guy layan aku baik je, then suddenly dia diam dan jauh. Rupa-rupanya dia dengan this girl. Tapi diorg togather sekejap je. Kesian that guy. I know that he is really a good guy. Dia tersangat baik. Sampai sekarang aku masih sanjung dia sebagai seorang yang baik. Tapi feeling pada dia of course la dah tak da ye. Well pada pendapat aku, this girl plak, dia macam jeles dengan aku. So dia cuba dapatkan apa yang aku nak atau ada. Until now. She still doin it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back to the tittle, "Confession of the untold secrets", hari ni aku telah bukak secret tu pada the guy yang aku pernah ada crush tu. Kesian dia. Until now dia still tak dapat jumpa a girl yang betul-betul sesuai untuk dia. Semuannya sebab dia buat cerita sedih yang dia tak de gf. Well whatever la. Aku tak taulah dia faham ke tak maksud aku. Point yang aku cuba jelaskan pada dia. Hopefully dia tak sebengap mana. So he should understand it perfectly i guess. Tapi aku tak taulah macam mana reaksi dia lepas ni. How he would treat me. Sama ada dia akan menjauhkan diri lagi macam dulu or act seperti biasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bila aku confess pada dia terasa sayu pulak. Tapi aku syukur, sebab aku punya Naz sekarang. Yang sering ada bila aku jatuh dan bangun. Yang sering sudi bila aku ceria dan sunyi. Well life goes around and comes around. Memang apa yang that girl buat pada that guy and aku tak patut. Dia tak patut break hati that guys. And tak patut terima that guy untuk sakitkan hati aku. Aku memang tahu dan dapat rasa dari dulu yang dia cemburukan aku. Lantaklah dia. Malas aku nak fikir pasal dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well pada that guy(the crush), aku harap kau akan jumpa orang yang sesuai untuk kau dan jangan mengadu pada aku lagi yang kau sunyi(hehehe just kidding). Pada that girl, seriously kau memang selalu je tak puas hati dengan aku kan? Ade je yang kau nak buat aku sakit hati. Ada saja orang yang kau cuba rampas dari aku. (Aku cakap orang  bukanlah hanya bermaksud teman lelaki or crush, tapi including orang yang kita panggil teman atau kawan). Sampai kawan kita pun tak peduli kan kita. Lantaklah dia. Aku harap kau kena pulau la suatu ketika nanti. Biar kau sedar balik diri tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P/S: For Naz, thanks for always be with me, no matter how hard things may seems. Te qiero mucho mi amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-2921039215816523021?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2921039215816523021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=2921039215816523021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2921039215816523021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/2921039215816523021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession-of-untold-secrets.html' title='Confession of the untold secrets'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1777868477216972745</id><published>2009-04-08T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:23:29.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Wish...</title><content type='html'>Dear Sayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see the melancholy on your face,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could erase.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could kiss away all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;The pain that you have in those brain.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that i could give you those smile,&lt;br /&gt;Even when i'm far away for a million miles.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that i could make you feel batter,&lt;br /&gt;And that might bring us closer.&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God to help you to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;And avoid yourself from doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that He could guide you.&lt;br /&gt;For just being you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that He will bless you,&lt;br /&gt;With a perfect honour soul that suite you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you will quickly calm down,&lt;br /&gt;From all the matters that makes you feel down.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish for you to be here,&lt;br /&gt;Being mine, now until forever.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that you know how much that i love you,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish for you to know how far that this true.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S; Aku tulis poem ni waktu tengah emo dengan dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1777868477216972745?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1777868477216972745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1777868477216972745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1777868477216972745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1777868477216972745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish.html' title='Wish...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4980837804290578082</id><published>2009-04-07T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:16:52.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>They steal my picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdtRAf0fJaI/AAAAAAAAASg/OUFWNTdnp74/s1600-h/m_391895404c7047419b55401b68fe7b49%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321936453651867042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdtRAf0fJaI/AAAAAAAAASg/OUFWNTdnp74/s400/m_391895404c7047419b55401b68fe7b49%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tak guna betul. Sape nye keje tah, diorg pegi letak gamba aku jadi wallpaper dekat pc library kat INTEC ni. Kat pc 29. Tekejut aku dibuatnye. NI gerenti kes aku lupe delete gamba waktu transfer gune pc tu, then ade mangkuk mane tah buat dajal pegi letak as wallpaper. Tapi nasib la muka tak jelas. So tak de la segan sangat. Serious aku menyumpah-nyumpah sape yang set gamba aku tu jadi wallpaper. Memandai ko je nak tibai gamba org. Hey itu hak cipta terpelihara tau. (Hehehe tau ayat tak leh bla...)Diorg pegi guna gamba yang kat sebelah ni ha.. Aku tau la gamba ni lawa. Tengoklah orgnye...hehehe (tetibe perasan sendiri) Aku dah tuka wallpaper tu.. Hopefully tak de mangkok yang pegi letak balik gamba tu.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4980837804290578082?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4980837804290578082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4980837804290578082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4980837804290578082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4980837804290578082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-steal-my-picture.html' title='They steal my picture!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdtRAf0fJaI/AAAAAAAAASg/OUFWNTdnp74/s72-c/m_391895404c7047419b55401b68fe7b49%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5664213455852709877</id><published>2009-04-05T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:33:21.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Wannabe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kenapa title aku wannabe? Erm sebab aku baru lepas menyaksikan ke-poyoan beberapa orang umat manusia dan aku rasa disgusting sangat tengok perangai manusia-manusia tu. Well it start like this, aku lepak kat Uncle K Kopitiam dengan bf aku as usual la. Then he told me that he met this one guy who was a malaysian hip hop singer, and mamat ni Azan from Ruffadge. Dia cerita la how this guy sapa dia and beborak and ask for numba n etc. Aku tak heran pun, sebab aku proud katakan bf aku memang bagus main flamenco and no wonder kalau Azan tu pun tertarik mendengar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lepas dalam 15 minit kitorg beborak sal tu, suddenly Azan muncul. Dia tengur la bf aku dan just senyum je kat aku. Aku pun bukannye kesah sangat la. Memula aku tak perasan sapa yang ada dengan dia waktu tu, btw, Azan tu ada kat sini sebab Echo Park ada baru bukak kat SACC ni. Ok back to the story, waktu tu Azan and pengiring2 dia ni nak pegi makan, ok fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang sangat ketara bila balik dari makan. Dia tegur bf aku waktu tu, and waktu tu plak kitorg tengah practise lagu 'Lucky' , suddenlly aku baru perasan something, ada this one guy, kitorg panggil dia 'anak seni' sebab dia poyo nak mampos and ada a few reasons lagi la. Sumpah dia poyo nak mampos and wannabe nak mampos, siap pakai cap ala2 hoppers lagi....konon nak join click Azan la tu. Serious aku meluat. Kau bayangkan dia boleh kononnya nak menari ala2 breakdance kat depan meja aku. Nasib aku tak termuntah. And memacam lagi la. Aku pandang bf aku, dia geleng and suh aku sambung practise. Tu satu hal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satu lagi, ade sorang lagi tukang escort si Azan ni. minah gedik mane tah, aku perasan dari keluar dari cafe lagi aku nampak Azan ni cuba nak melarikan diri dari minah tu tapi minah ni keep ikut bontot die and keep talking and keep menggedik. Eh kalau tak silap aku bukan Azan tu dah ada bini ke? Seboleh-boleh minah tu tahan dia sampai dia dapat nombo mamat tu. Meluat gile aku tengok wannabe and si gedik tu. Aku tak diorg tak de salah pada aku tapi meluat aku tu membuatkan aku nak tulis pasal ni. Kalau boleh aku nak record nak tunjuk kat korang macam mana aksi2 wannabe dan si gedik tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-5664213455852709877?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5664213455852709877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5664213455852709877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5664213455852709877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5664213455852709877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/wannabe.html' title='Wannabe...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3172266081948500426</id><published>2009-04-03T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:42:32.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>I wanna go back home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna be homesick again. Argh..., i can't go back this week. It's all because of another damn extra module on this coming sunday. And today i have another replcament class at 3. Gosh, i feel like i wanna skip this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yeah, i'm dead. Next week is my final studio exam. Caklempong, guitar and keyboard skills exam was all on the same day. Damn i hate that. But when it's over, i was the one who will relief...while the rest still waiting for their hunted day. Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owe yeah and guess what, my final chance to perform in forum and pop ensemble next week. For forum of course i have to play 2 clasical song and for pop ensamble i guess i wanna sing 'Lucky' by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat, of course i will perform with my bf. And i might add one more song for pop ensamble, if there had more time for me to practise other songs. But it depends. most probably i will sing that one song. And of course i won't play the guitar. I'm surely be freaking nervous. I'm not gonna risk my final chance for that. Wish me luck..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: I miss my Hector &amp;amp; Troy..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3172266081948500426?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3172266081948500426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3172266081948500426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3172266081948500426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3172266081948500426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-go-back-home.html' title='I wanna go back home...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3843861962477723290</id><published>2009-04-02T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:23:52.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><title type='text'>Now i'll curse you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now i should curse you. Yes i'm slow in learning. Do you have a problem with that? And i'm not the only one who was slow in that, there had others too but why you must always attack me? Why me? You've treat me so bad then anyone else. Probably you still 'pilih kasih'..especially the one who always 'kipas' or 'air-cond' you. I'm not that type of person. It's not that i'm not learning, but i do have a lot of things on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You don't know what have i been through this late few month that almost cause me my life. Between life and dead. You don't know that. All you know that we all just the same that learning under one roof. But have you take a chance to know me better and closely? No you didn't. I've try to done that to you, but it didn't work and i give up. And i was hoping that you won't be teaching me anymore. That's what i prayed for. I never hate any of my teachers or lecturers so much, but when it turns to you, it's like a volcano of madness in this mind and heart. I was hoping that i could pass this could so that soon i won't be seeing you anymore. And that's so relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the person who use to make me feel so down on the early semester until i cry for about one hour and almost get an asthma attack for that. Can you imagine that someone insulting you in fornt of your classmates and the worst, your classmates is your junior? Owe and not to forget, they insult you or provoke you while you having your quiz and the carry marks will be taken for your final resualt. How thoughtful of you. Brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owe yeah, after that incident, you're beeing so nice to me, but hey, i don't give a damn! Cause i've already have a holl in my heart. Being nice but today, being such a provocative back. Whatever. I just wish that i could finsih this course soon. Then i will have nothing to do with you again. And one important thing that i should stated clearly, "I HATE YOU" and that's final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it's before this i just igonre it when you're provoke or insulting me, but now it's final, one more time you messed all this things up, i will speak up. And "I HATE YOU". Even after this if i pass this course, i won't thank you for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3843861962477723290?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3843861962477723290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3843861962477723290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3843861962477723290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3843861962477723290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-ill-curse-you.html' title='Now i&apos;ll curse you!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6789459843446138631</id><published>2009-04-01T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:08:34.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faculty Buddies'/><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of Ili</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i just find out about this news a few minutes ago from Wanie. Well not really amazed cause i heard a rumours before that she passed away. But today we just had the confirmation about the news. She passed away about a month ago because of breast cancer. Well she seems to young for having that. But it's faith. Condolance to her family. May Allah bless Ili's soul. Al-fatihah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdN9lxWIz_I/AAAAAAAAASA/qnVVXKsZtXY/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdN9lxWIz_I/AAAAAAAAASA/qnVVXKsZtXY/s400/IMG_2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319733672709509106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In loving memory of Ili Khairunissa (right with green kebaya)&lt;br /&gt;1989 - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This is her only pict that i've got. This pict was taken when we was in 2nd semester after some faculty dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6789459843446138631?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6789459843446138631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6789459843446138631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6789459843446138631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6789459843446138631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-loving-memory-of-ili.html' title='In Loving Memory of Ili'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdN9lxWIz_I/AAAAAAAAASA/qnVVXKsZtXY/s72-c/IMG_2054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-3986783715738852599</id><published>2009-03-31T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:06:32.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><title type='text'>That's what friend are for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdLp_bMlqRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HI1kISj8EyU/s1600-h/l_36420fc14220004437682d526442e6a9%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319571385719564562" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 331px; height: 234px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdLp_bMlqRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HI1kISj8EyU/s400/l_36420fc14220004437682d526442e6a9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She has done everything that she can to help me when i'm down. Really falling down. Sometimes she did annoyed me, but she always there when i really need her. I'm lucky to have her as a friend. We're diffrent for each other, from style, behaviour, taste of a guy, food etc. But we still can be close as we like siblings. She has save me from the crisis that i have been talking about the past few post. Thanks Syah...i really apriciate it.... You're my best friend ever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-3986783715738852599?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/3986783715738852599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=3986783715738852599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3986783715738852599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/3986783715738852599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-what-friend-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s what friend are for....'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SdLp_bMlqRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HI1kISj8EyU/s72-c/l_36420fc14220004437682d526442e6a9%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-468174417871721451</id><published>2009-03-25T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:21:57.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Scn2s8I1VqI/AAAAAAAAARs/xjQwtEJZA8g/s1600-h/3299706924_407e6a06a7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317052087005435554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Scn2s8I1VqI/AAAAAAAAARs/xjQwtEJZA8g/s400/3299706924_407e6a06a7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, i'm so stressed right now. I feel like i wanna cry. Well i did cry, but only for a few second the i wipe it away cause i don't anyone else to see that i'm crying. I feel so down right now. Feels like i wanna go back home and sleep, and forget about all this things that seems like a nightmare to me. There's a lot of stuff that bothering my mind right now. I'm so stressed. Everything seems so complicated right now. With everything, studies, my emotion, my situation etc. Everybody may find me ok from how i act, but they never knew what i'm thinking inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During this semester, i have been ignore all the complicated stuff in my life, and i still can handle it one by one. But now, everything seems so messed up. I don't know what else to do. I'm tired of all this emotion pressure. Feels like my head wanna blow up. But when i think back, it probably because of this... Here is a poem that i wrote and might have to do with something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been ignoring you for some times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know it was a crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been making mistakes over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even while that, you never leave me in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You give me everything that i request&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what i've giving back to you, was such a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that i have beem appologise for a thousand times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now i have to face the music for the punishment to my crimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that you still love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since i was born as a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You light my way every night and day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You give me hope by teaching me to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again i'm lost and far from your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You punish me now and let me astray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i do understand the price to pay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For repeating the mistakes every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-468174417871721451?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/468174417871721451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=468174417871721451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/468174417871721451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/468174417871721451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/Scn2s8I1VqI/AAAAAAAAARs/xjQwtEJZA8g/s72-c/3299706924_407e6a06a7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6790656254964288292</id><published>2009-03-24T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:14:52.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScfDLvDp0vI/AAAAAAAAARk/rcJeFPnxcCs/s1600-h/404px-TwilightPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScfDLvDp0vI/AAAAAAAAARk/rcJeFPnxcCs/s400/404px-TwilightPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316432491511927538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just watched the movie 'Twilight' that i got from Erin. Well it's a last year movie, but i haven't watch it yet. The vampire family is so cute. Robert Pattison who plays Edward in the film, was such a hottie. Well it's not easy for me to said someone is a hottie. Gosh..this story attract me by  the character, not by the storyline. Well it's a sweet story. Can't wait to watch the Twilight 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after watching this movie, i suddenly crazy about this one song, 'From this moment' original by Shania Twins. Well to me, seems like the song suite for this Twilight movie, well it just from my opinnion. Well whatever. Gosh...i'm outside right now, at the stairs. Been bitten by bugs and mosqitos like crazy. So itch.&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/1413218589626885936-6790656254964288292?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6790656254964288292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6790656254964288292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6790656254964288292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6790656254964288292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScfDLvDp0vI/AAAAAAAAARk/rcJeFPnxcCs/s72-c/404px-TwilightPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-5492570826949856483</id><published>2009-03-23T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:39:11.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursing'/><title type='text'>Memang macam s**l!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak guna punya bus driver! Memang nak kena maki berbakul dengan aku. Aku dah tercegat depan bus stop tu die boleh jalan terus je. Bukan aku sorang je yang bediri kat depan tu, ada several lagi. Bodoh! Tak guna. Orang dah tahan pun kau boleh jalan menonong lagi. Bukannya full pun dalam bus kau tu! Dah dasar kap lam tu, kap lam la jugak! Tak gune! Sebab kaulah aku lambat balik bilik. Sebab kaulah aku tak dapat nak pegi jumpe buah ati aku. Sebab aku dah penat tunggu next bus. Tak guna punya bus driver. Memang patutlah kau jadi driver bus je pon! Tak gune!!!!! Tensionnye aku dengan bus kat sect 17 ni...&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/1413218589626885936-5492570826949856483?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5492570826949856483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=5492570826949856483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5492570826949856483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/5492570826949856483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/memang-macam-sl.html' title='Memang macam s**l!'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4204237795103252850</id><published>2009-03-18T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:51:19.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cats'/><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScDQpdqFwQI/AAAAAAAAARU/Wb4U3jAIjbE/s1600-h/IMG_1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScDQpefAh-I/AAAAAAAAARM/BODLfEhVXQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314476971273521122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScDQpefAh-I/AAAAAAAAARM/BODLfEhVXQ4/s400/IMG_1984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Dah nak masuk 2 minggu aku tak balik rumah. Homesick...huwa... I miss my dad and also my two fat cats. Hector...Troy...huwa...i miss them. It's all because of the module on last Saturday and Sunday. Well the module on Sunday (Treasure Hunt) is kindda fun, but i still miss home. I miss to cook. Huhuhu... Miss to satistfy my tummy with my own cook. I miss my bed. I miss my teddy at home, Ody (FYI: I have another teddy here at hostel and that's Baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy. My class schadule kindda messed. And today i have class starting at 8.30 am until 10.00pm. Well i have a break around 4 to 7. But still i can't go back to hostel to get some rest. FYI, i have to take two bus to go to the faculty and of course 2 bus to get back as well. My hostel was at the UiTM main campus at section 2, while my Faculty at the INTEC section 17. Everyday i have to wake up 1 and half hour early just to catch the bus to get here. It takes me one hour journey to get here. Well it's not because of the location that too far, but it's because of the public transport. Well we ain't so lucky to have a bus from main campus to section 17. Well we have been complained to our faculty SRC since we was in the fresh year, but until now, it's nothing. And now, it's getting so hard to get a bus from Section 2 bustop to Section 17. It's very rare. Argh..enough for this complaning. It's not like there had someone who will take an action for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314477263453583906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScDQ6e8KeiI/AAAAAAAAARc/wESB8bMqiLg/s400/IMG_1035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss home. I miss home.... I wish i can go back home today and skip all thus classes. But i have an important class tomorrow. Which is Aural Skills, the subject which i fear the most. Huhu owe and also Theory class. I miss to bully Hector and Troy. There's so many stuff i can do at home without worrying about any policy like at hostel. Especially in downloading movies. Cause back at the hostel, the campus have blocked many websites especially the entertaiment one. I use to download songs from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4shared.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, but now, they have blocked it, just blocked from downloading the songs. Damn...! Owe ya, and as i been complained before, the wifi connection in my room on this semester was damn sucked, most of the time we can't even online at all. If we wanna online, we have to go somewhere else like on the beside or the nearest to my room is at the stairs between the 1st floor and ground floor. But the connection not as good as my room before. In the previous room, i even can get the Streamyx Hotspots connection. But now, damn sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh, why i've been complaining so much? Probably the homesick cause the anger of complaning to blow up i guess. I've been wondering, what was my two fat cats been doing right now. I miss to hug them. Huhuhu... BTW, the pict on the right is Hector and the pict on the middle is Troy. I miss my baby kitty. Owe and i miss my dad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4204237795103252850?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4204237795103252850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4204237795103252850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4204237795103252850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4204237795103252850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/ScDQpefAh-I/AAAAAAAAARM/BODLfEhVXQ4/s72-c/IMG_1984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-6304151263483066365</id><published>2009-03-15T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:32:15.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Silent rainy night&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;She holds her teddy tight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;The melancholy of “Concerto de Aranjuez” reasoning in her ears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;The loneliness of hope coming to her fears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;She feel lost that could never imagine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;She search for hope that no one have given&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Only she, herself know what it was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Only both of them, shares, that the secrets she have to trust&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;The rest didn’t knows what inside her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;That hiding behinds the lover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;No one know what’s get through her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;All the agony and painful that hurts her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;The secrets she keeps inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Still wasn’t falling to the right side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Melancholy and agony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Both of it like a symphony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;Symphony that like a hurricane to her mind and soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When she’s down and there’s no one to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-6304151263483066365?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/6304151263483066365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=6304151263483066365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6304151263483066365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/6304151263483066365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-4016791859238373137</id><published>2009-03-08T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:20:27.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Have you really love a women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you really love a women? Well it is the tittle of a song from Bryan Adams. It's an old song i guess. But i just know it recently when my bf accidentally download it when he wanna find some Paco De Lucia (He is a famous flamenco composer. His song really good and also challenging) songs. Because according to the tittle "Bryan Adams &amp;amp; Paco De Lucia - When you really love a women", then he just download it. Well about the correct tittle of the song, I'm not so sure which one was the correct one, but i guess, "Have you really loved a women", cause i ask a friend about the tittle and he said, probably that one. But whatever...as long as when can hear this sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was specially dedicated to a women, the lyric was so meaningfull and i fall in love with it. Well this song actually was my recent favorite lulubay. Before i went to sleep, my bf normally sing me a song, and this is the recent lulubay song that he always sings for me. Well what can i say, he's really pampering me. Hehehe... Well IL Divo have made a cover version for this song in Spanish version if I'm not mistakes. Well here i put a clip by the original singer, Bryan Adams . Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fca05505c4472f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fca05505c4472f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25E4B406417BC6EA1FCF6A17771680EF04989A80.2875F3D7659CCCEEBBF098277A05BC077CD81679%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fca05505c4472f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnn1M9xUNQgZAjaCtVqZw54d0CW4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fca05505c4472f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25E4B406417BC6EA1FCF6A17771680EF04989A80.2875F3D7659CCCEEBBF098277A05BC077CD81679%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fca05505c4472f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnn1M9xUNQgZAjaCtVqZw54d0CW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-4016791859238373137?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1fca05505c4472f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/4016791859238373137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=4016791859238373137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4016791859238373137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/4016791859238373137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-really-love-women.html' title='Have you really love a women?'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-1045286428584605634</id><published>2009-02-27T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:42:49.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Once again....</title><content type='html'>Once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back at home&lt;br /&gt;Once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in my room&lt;br /&gt;Once again i keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;Of a melody that i can't wait to sing&lt;br /&gt;Once again the trouble around me&lt;br /&gt;When i don't want them to be&lt;br /&gt;Once again i manage to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Of a speculation that worse for more&lt;br /&gt;Once again what hurt the most&lt;br /&gt;When i try to hide but i got lost&lt;br /&gt;Once again i begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the end that i wondering why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.42 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 27, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-1045286428584605634?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1045286428584605634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=1045286428584605634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1045286428584605634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/1045286428584605634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-again.html' title='Once again....'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-8936151072984595676</id><published>2009-02-18T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:56:40.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back...at home right now. So freakin exhausted. I got a studio exam for mid-term this morning, straight 3 in a row. First it was CakLempong, then my principle studies(guitar), and the last one is choir. But i'm glad that all my miseries for studio exam end all at the same time, owe except for my keyboard skills. It's next week. But it's not a big deal, i've already can play both of those songs. Thank God. Well i just realise that i haven't update for quite a while. I've been busy for sure. And i can't get the connection from my room. If i do wanna online, i have to go to the other block. There is no way i'm going there except if i have too. Well yesterday i went to Shah Alam Lake Garden with my bf. He forced me to practise my exam today, and here was some of my pict that he takes. He forced me to practise and i forced him to take my latest pict for my profile. Hehehehe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304106229260232562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SZv4g13-J3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/C3VRAITJnXI/s400/IMG_3916.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;His fave shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304106237553361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SZv4hUxNRAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JR2eEKRhheY/s400/IMG_3918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My fave shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304106240804857714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SZv4hg4bJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5bHC9RyWtHs/s400/IMG_3923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My full fave shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1413218589626885936-8936151072984595676?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/8936151072984595676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=8936151072984595676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8936151072984595676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/8936151072984595676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SZv4g13-J3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/C3VRAITJnXI/s72-c/IMG_3916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413218589626885936.post-7025047471857430409</id><published>2009-01-27T12:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:15:50.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Membebel...'/><title type='text'>Remember.........Everytime....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After for such a long time, suddenly this song ring my bell. It's a boyband song from 90s. From 99 if i'm not mistakes. I was 10 while that. It was boyband music trend while that. And i'm one of the boyband fans. I admit that. Well actually i'm more to this Irish group, Westlife, but i'm not talking about that band songs today, i'm talking about this one British boyband name A1, which i suddenlly remember their song 'Everytime' that keep singing in my mind for this several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song also reminds me to my childhood life. Gosh i miss my childhood life. Well this song may seems for a typical teenage love, but i just like it. I just like it, that's all. Suddenly i remember the time when i was in primary school, where i use to be a tomboy, and my gangs are guys. Remember when we jump from the 2nd floor to the nearby field. Thank God i ain't break any part of my bodies while that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i'm goin too far i guess... But this song makes me remind to my past life and that keeps making me talking about the past. Well maybe i suddenly remember this song because i try to find some ideas to wrote some poem for my love one, telling him how much i miss him. Maybe some of the words in my mind similar to this song lyric, and that reminds me to this song. Ok now i got the conclusion. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6PFQCBwGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8ISbdgp3bZU/s1600-h/a1_w_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6PFQCBwGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8ISbdgp3bZU/s400/a1_w_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295827532199870562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The young cute innocent Ben Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well i guess this song is the only A1 songs that i like. As i said before, i'm more to Westlife fans. And i just open one of the A1 members website, gosh...he looks so matured... well he's the cutest before....hehehe. Well here i have some picture of him, 1 when he was young and 2 other picture is his latest picture now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6Pj2reZnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xQTgInsylDw/s1600-h/Ben-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6Pj2reZnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xQTgInsylDw/s400/Ben-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295828057970337394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest picure of Ben Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6Pj4HRzII/AAAAAAAAAQk/agwvma3zMaI/s1600-h/LO8R5890_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6Pj4HRzII/AAAAAAAAAQk/agwvma3zMaI/s400/LO8R5890_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295828058355387522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looks so hot in that hat. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3a3eea5704f6801" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3a3eea5704f6801%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A923CC6FCC4C75738206A064D79B343DE080BFB.22A9C62DDCEBBA203E1599F7DD206D1DBA44E1E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3a3eea5704f6801%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPxAtrBXSlzu4bkkXVbDLM_3TrRY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3a3eea5704f6801%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331419794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A923CC6FCC4C75738206A064D79B343DE080BFB.22A9C62DDCEBBA203E1599F7DD206D1DBA44E1E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3a3eea5704f6801%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPxAtrBXSlzu4bkkXVbDLM_3TrRY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime by A1&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/1413218589626885936-7025047471857430409?l=cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b3a3eea5704f6801&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7025047471857430409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1413218589626885936&amp;postID=7025047471857430409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7025047471857430409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1413218589626885936/posts/default/7025047471857430409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylznurizatty.blogspot.com/2009/01/remembereverytime.html' title='Remember.........Everytime....'/><author><name>Cherylz Nur Izatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06148528509461978332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SNKNs3nIxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ex6KIb6M-xs/S220/Only+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovN8DZizrkc/SX6PFQCBwGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8ISbdgp3bZU/s72-c/a1_w_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
