<?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-5958626350788478974</id><updated>2012-02-10T18:13:05.944+08:00</updated><category term='Facebook Friday'/><category term='random stories'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='think tonk'/><category term='Politic'/><category term='photographs'/><category term='Kdrama'/><category term='formspring.me'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='video'/><category term='Kpop'/><category term='uitm'/><category term='info'/><category term='dbsk'/><category term='GG wannabe'/><category term='review'/><category term='issue'/><category term='Kmpp 09/10'/><category term='random survey'/><title type='text'>My Own Perception</title><subtitle type='html'>It's about how i think. Not you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>485</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2945524696462362306</id><published>2011-11-29T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:54:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing something is like having constant stomach ache</title><content type='html'>I've been missing KMPP (read : Kolej Matrikulasi Pulalu Pinang) every now and then. I don't know why the longer I experience university life, the more I miss KMPP. To simply put it, university life sucks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in KMPP was kind of like being back in Prison-S with a bit more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, being at KMPP is no where similar to being in Prison-S. The only similarities were that we weren't allowed to go anywhere on weekdays and the school-like schedule. Apart from that, KMPP was a blessing. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I miss the most about KMPP are my classmates, roommates and errr foods. Well I complained about the food's price every now and then but despite all those talks, gotta admit, the foods were lovely. Heck I even miss the lectures sometimes! And I seriously am not lying when I say I miss my lecturers. The classes were as boring as a class should be but my lecturers back in KMPP were awesome people. They taught well and for the first time ever in my life I didn't blame the teachers for my poor performances in exam (my add math and chemistry (form 4) teachers during high school were kinda *ehem* so I constantly blamed them for my past SPM result q: Yeah immature me.) Though I did skip classes every now and then, my lecturers were cool about it. Oh wait, that's not the only reason why I love my lecturers back then. Duhh. Apart from that they are just....awesome. I really don't know how to explain it with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also so many free time. I rarely went back home but i didn't mind it much. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. I went to the cinema every weekend, see :B Now I'm in the middle of Shah Alam yet I rarely watch movie. Or to be more precise, the last movie I watched was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. Lame life, really. Back in KMPP that was located in the middle of nowhere, getting to cinema only took 45 mins by that fugly old bus. And only 1 hour+ if I ever wanted to cross the bridge to get to Queensbay or Gurney Plaza. In Shah Alam, surprisingly it takes almost 3 hours to reach KL with public transportation. Funny eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my classmates, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;what else are there to be said? They were sporting, awesome and....patient? I admired how they could stand my annoying and bossy attitude. Hehe sorry people. I know I wasn't an angle back then but seriously I love you guys! I miss having people like you guys in one place. My classmates here are 50:50. Some are absolutely okay, some are just insignificant, some are as annoying as f, and some I wouldn't even bother to mention. You guys on the other hand are really awesome and cool. Yeah every now and then there might have been some uncomfortableness between us but those were usually temporary. We were so family-like. I miss all those birthday celebrations, parties and even night classes (; . Anyway, do keep in touch people. Asyik asyik borak dengan Deeba, Shahriman and Syakir. Boring siut. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my roommates, thinking bout us back then was kinda funny. We weren't even close at the beginning but Kpop made us closer. Ha! Who said Kpop is nothing but music? *roll eyes* I don't wish to share how were were back then because it kinda em....embarrassing? q: But after we became closer, our craziness were beyond words. That was embarrassing too but worth reminiscing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also people I knew who were neither my classmates nor roommates. Mutual friends of my ex-schoolmates, classmates and roommates to be exact. Back then it was very easy to get to know people. Everyone was so friendly and accepting. But here in UiTM, everyone is just so judgmental. And they care so much about age difference. Duhh. Not to mention those who think the course they are taking is better than anyone else so they look down at others (I'm even too used to this now =.= ). Funny how when people grow older, they start to care about every single thing other people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I typing again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss KMPP so much. That's all that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-2945524696462362306?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2945524696462362306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2945524696462362306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2945524696462362306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2945524696462362306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-something-is-like-having.html' title='Missing something is like having constant stomach ache'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7976313700544638631</id><published>2011-10-24T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:06:48.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti is lovable. Deal with it.</title><content type='html'>I've just finished listening to Siti Nurhaliza's new album. Oh fine. Datuk Siti Nurhaliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think the album is okay. Well of course, it's Siti. My ultimate (and only) bias in local entertainment scene. She's flawless from my point of view. Don't bother arguing. I'm obsess like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logical side of me don't think this album is her best. My personal favourite is still EMAS. Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I remember some comments I came across when this album was released. Some people had been dissing her English and say things like she should stick to Malay songs. That's the problem with local people, Malays especially. They can never support their own people. But when one particular person achieved success, they'd start claiming their 'rights' from the success. Boo you non-supportive Malaysians. Oh anyway, this is no Gambit-Prema-Yin-Marilah kind of thing so showing some love for it is so not wrong, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's general knowledge that Siti's English is not up to standard. But, I have no problem at all with her pronunciation in any of the songs in this album. I can get what she was saying (in this case singing) without referring to the lyrics. That's good enough for me. I remember one of the comments I read regarding her English - "&lt;i&gt;Siti cannot sing in english. Her grammer suck&lt;/i&gt;" and I was like....WTF? Lulz at you. No, I don't believe that was a typo because apparently A LOT of Malaysians fail to spell GRAMMAR just because the pronunciation is gram-mer. You people should really teach yourself first before you try telling anyone to correct themselves. Back to Siti, I salute her effort in learning English and she's improving with time. How do I know? Well, I've been listening to Siti for more than 10 f'ing years so that's how I know. You got prob meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also people who got Kpop involved with all this Siti-vs-English-arguments. They were (and keep on) saying that Kpop can invade the world (ha-ha-ha delusional) though they dont sing in English. So why didn't Siti stick to Malay even if she really wanted to enter International market? LMAO. I'm not going to say anything about that "Kpop invaded the world" part since I love Kpop too but to say it all happened without English being involved is just totally delusional. Before Wonder Girls debuted in the US, have you ever heard of Kpop? I started listening to Kpop years ago and during that time it's just a norm to be laughed at for listening to songs I didn't even understand. But now, I can listen to Kpop almost everywhere. And that didn't start just like that. Wonder Girl's Nobody became a big hit and that was the English version. After people listened to that, they started digging out the original Korean version and later expanded their search on other Kpop stuffs. Get my point here? Let me make it clear -  If Nobody wasn't translated and marketed in English, Kpop will stay anonymous to most people in the world. Therefore, saying Kpop succeeded solely on their mother tongue language is unacceptable. Now, you better stand in front of the mirror and boo your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ranting about Kpop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say whatever you want to say people. I'm proud of Siti and her latest album since it had been her biggest dream to come out with an English album. Now that she'd achieved her dream, you people bashed her. What a shame, losers. At least she achieved her dream, and she's rolling in millions of money. How about you? Still there adding fat to your bottoms while sitting in front of your PCs and troll around, aren't you? Go get a hobby, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear Siti, please don't stop singing and producing album. Or else the local industry will really really lost something so valuable. Nothing in the current industry can really make Malaysians proud, honestly. I mean, you don't expect us to go crazy over Max 24:7 do you? And Siti, the moment you stop singing is the moment I stop listening to local scenes. OK it's not that I really listen to them anyway but at least you gave me a reason not to ask my family members to change the radio station whenever they tuned to Era/Hot/Sinar/Klasik fm(?). Anyway you've faced far worse criticism than this so I guess You're gonna be okay. *Playing your "All Over Again" in the background as inspirational song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really made it sounds like Siti's currently reading my blog munching Nachos, didn't I? Oh-my-......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-7976313700544638631?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7976313700544638631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7976313700544638631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7976313700544638631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7976313700544638631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/10/siti-is-lovable-deal-with-it.html' title='Siti is lovable. Deal with it.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-4833855703168578130</id><published>2011-10-12T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:29:53.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Farewell.</title><content type='html'>...for the time being. I am so not in the mood to continue blogging. Don't ask me why. Been too busy lately and there's nothing much to be talked (in this case write) about. OK actually there ARE a lot of things I wanted to rant about but... I'm losing my writing passion. Online at least. Been writing on papers mostly. Nak taip balik amcam malas je. Wait and see je lah. And please... DON'T FORCE ME TO UPDATE MY BLOG. I will when I'm in the mood and I have time so you better stop asking. I'm not here to please you anyway. Go get a hobby and make sure it's not "reading My Own Perception".blah.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-4833855703168578130?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4833855703168578130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4833855703168578130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4833855703168578130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4833855703168578130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/10/farewell.html' title='Farewell.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Shah Alam, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.090607 101.5295969</georss:point><georss:box>2.9637625 101.3716684 3.2174514999999997 101.6875254</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-4630422190899862372</id><published>2011-08-25T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:10:12.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><title type='text'>Wild humans</title><content type='html'>I saw a few sick things yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the front page of utusan where there was a pic of small boy lying face down on the hot (seems so) tar road with bleeding head. He was in school uniform and turned out that he was dead. Hit and run case. I really hope the person who hit him and his younger sister (6, she died too) saw that picture and felt haunted for his/her whole life. How could you be such an asshole? You hit those kids and left them dying on hot tar road? It was a fucking hot afternoon! Killing them is one problem, letting em die that way is another. Damn! If I ever meet you I'm gonna hit you and drive on your head til it bursts and you brain scatters. Clearly you don't need one because you don't use it. Be damned, whoever you are. And to the family of the victims, especially their mum, I really hope you stay strong. Losing two kids in one day in such way is worse than lifetime nightmare, really. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, when I was on my way back from Shah Alam with T. I couldn't remember which toll was it but there was this one woman standing at the toll with a huge placard hanging on her neck, promoting PLUS smiles card. Dear PLUS, that was a sick way to promote something, seriously. You should see her face. She looked pitiful and I think she's around 40 or more. And she was standing! You do know how hot the weather usually is at toll houses don't you? With blazing sun (it was around 3 if I'm not mistaken) and a lot of cars around! The placard was about her size anyway since she's kinda petite(?). The placard was hung on her neck and went all the way down below her knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me wearing such huge placard wasn't embarrassing. Tell me wearing such huge placard was damn comfortable under hot weather. Was it hard to provide a table and chair and put the placard on the road or something for people to see instead of using human billboard, dear PLUS people? It was big anyway, I swear anyone should be able to see it. Or... Was she being punished or something? Because I saw that kind of thing once outside one shop in a shopping mall. A girl was caught stealing something so she was made to wear such placard with words "I was caught stealing etc3 (can't remember)" and stand in front of the shop. Even so, THAT IS NOT THE WAY TO PUNISH ANYONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PLUS, please, get rid of such way to promote anything. Whoever suggested that, are you dumb or something? Were you born heartless? Oh I forgot to mention - THIS IS FASTING MONTH MAN! IDK whether that woman was fasting or not (she wore tudung so she's a muslim) but if she was fasting, then please double all the curses I have for you. I hope karma bites you... Really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human nowadays are becoming less human. Again, those were sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-4630422190899862372?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4630422190899862372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4630422190899862372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4630422190899862372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4630422190899862372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/wild-humans.html' title='Wild humans'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5075384658033098954</id><published>2011-08-24T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:02:36.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Soothing sorrow</title><content type='html'>That sounds awkward, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly I rarely feel sorrow or sad or whatever, let alone crying. But when I do, that kind of means I'm hurt beyond repair. I'm so hurt that it leaves scar on my soul forever. And that kind of pain doesn't come from some unknown places or people but rather the people I'm close too. Anyone can do anything to hurt me but trust me, that won't effect me much unless it affects the people I love too. Oh shit! I've just told the whole world what hurts me the most didn't I? But - Oh well... That applies to anyone, really. Apart from that, it might be because there were very sad occurrences (read : death) or my hormones went wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about all those sorrowful thingy I ever experienced in my life, I couldn't help but appreciating them. OK I meant to say I love em but what does saying "I love sorrows" is going to make me look like? I don't really understand it but whenever someone hurts me so badly I cried my eyes out about it, I found it easier to forgive em and feel extremely cheerful later. Cheerful for ages til the next breakdown. Now, I do sound weird didn't I? And I guess you should be more careful whenever you think you'd offended me but I didn't wail on it because that means I'm keeping grudge. Ok honestly you don't have to feel all messed up or whatever if you think I'm holding a grudge on you because apparently after years I'll naturally forget it. Unless you've turned myself and my life completely upside down or hurt my love ones permanently. If that's the case then forgiveness is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's creepy though when some people think I have no problems in my life because I rarely cry or sulk (you expect me, the gagah me to sulk?). Dey people, I no human meh? I do have problems that upset me from times to times - they feel worse, I shall add, during that time of the month. But I don' let my problems get over my head much. No, don't call me some kind of psychology genius or whatever. It's just that I simply don't give a f about it (and later you'll see me pulling hairs out of my head because I've reached my limit). Honestly I know that's not a good thing because if things go way out of control I might explode and run myself crazy. But thinking about problems is depressing anyway. Extremely depressing if you can't find the right way to settle them all. Guess either I build it up inside or vent it out looking for the seems-to-be-non-existent solution, it won't make any difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when I'm all stressed out anyway? Basically I did a lot of things but I'm not going to list em all here because I don' want any one of you to give me the you-are-a-saint look. Oh yeah, I did saint-like things too =.= Still, one thing for sure, listening to ballad songs comfort me. Err...does that sound weird to you? Yes, I know people usually listen to anything cheerful when they are down but not me. Ballad songs might sounds like adding salt to the wound or whatever but I somehow found them very soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! I'm not talking about sixth sense songs here, mind you. I'm talking about quality ballad songs sung by great vocalists. Or usually, DBSK's ballad playlist. Heh... But I've varied the list now. I have this one playlist dedicated to my once in a blue moon sorrow moment which contains DBSK's ballad songs (Oh shut up!), 8eight, Homme and Beast. And some other beautiful ballads from dramas' OST. One good thing about listening to Kpop ballads is that you understand nothing because sad lyrics worsen things up don't they? At least with Kpop I can solely enjoy the music and voices. I really won't be listening to The Band Perry's If I Die Young or Whitney's I Will Always Love You because those songs are really depressing and sad! That's so not going to be a big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I rarely get upset/depressed so why on earth am I creating one special playlist for that 'special' occasion? Well, I don't only need soothing voices in my ear when I'm depressed right? I get pissed off a bit too often sometimes so that playlist will be something like remedy whatsoever. Other that that, it will serve me well whenever there's a row going on or when lecturers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, this post is so random so don't even bother asking me what I really mean with... Let's just say everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-5075384658033098954?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/5075384658033098954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=5075384658033098954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5075384658033098954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5075384658033098954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/soothing-sorrow.html' title='Soothing sorrow'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3822176730563132492</id><published>2011-08-13T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:20:54.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dear lelaki Malaysia.</title><content type='html'>If you have the need to flirt with me, I think you should remember these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither feewitt nor bunyi cencorot attract me. In fact those are what I hate the most about guys in general. Guys who do that are losers and girls who responded to that are perempuan murah. Just so you know, I rather be called perempuan sombong than perempuan murah.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Hi! Boleh kenal" so suddenly behind me like you've just popped from thin air isn't acceptable either. That's pretty rude to be honest. And making me terkejut sampai nampak tak cool langsung make you a reject material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling me through my phone is quite unacceptable too because I hate talking to stranger on the phone. Sms is also a big no because it's a sign of cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing me online (ym, fb, skype) isn't quite appropriate since scams happen way too often online. That gonna freak me out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making announcement about me through hailer or some building's pa system might sounds romantic to you (clearly you've watched too many melodramas) but I deem that action as utter embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping me an anonymous love letter/card/note is just too childish for me to pay attention to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a middle man is gazillion times more childish than the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises might work if it's pleasant enough or I will ignore you completely later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling fly fm flirty at 4.30 or whatever time it is now means you are planning to be embarrassed on air and hated forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I hate any kind of mushy introduction. Be a gentleman. I'm f'ing 20 not twelve. But to be more honest, I'm not in the mood to have a boyfriend for the time being. Use whatever means as you wish but I can guarantee you, your chances to succeed is nearly zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only guy who might be able to shake me off my current no-bf-principle is the one who won't give up regardless of how many death threats I sprayed him, who can be patient with my super high ego and manage to prove that he really is into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some kind of easy girl you can pick anywhere and have her ride your motorbike. Ok the fact is I don't ride motorbike but whatever. Neither do I waver at how sweet your words are. Most importantly, I'm not someone to be cared carelessly. I'm a fragile material that will easily blow if not being handled with care. The blow won't have much effect to me but more to you, dear lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak tahu ke aku ni gagah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-3822176730563132492?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3822176730563132492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3822176730563132492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3822176730563132492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3822176730563132492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-lelaki-malaysia.html' title='Dear lelaki Malaysia.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3969701703895220738</id><published>2011-08-12T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:19:29.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The story of hijab - to wear or not to wear</title><content type='html'>When 90% of your best friends wear tudung, it is too common for you to be asked why aren't you wearing tudung. Too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked such questions gazillion times. Dari sekolah sampai unviersiti. My answer all this while had been as cliche as it could be - I'm not ready. Not ready of what, you may ask. I'll go to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever us, non-tudungers said we are not yet ready to wear tudung, some so-called alim people will say things like &lt;i&gt;"benda tuntutan macam tu tak payah tunggu sedia"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"benda wajib kena terus buat walaupun tak sedia"&lt;/i&gt; or worse &lt;i&gt;"kalau nak mati ada malaikat izrail tanya dah sedia ke nak mati"&lt;/i&gt;. Honestly, these kind of responds annoy the hell out of me. And if those were asked by tudungers, lagi lah buat aku rasa kinda anti dengan tudungers ni. Just so you know, sarcasm is not the way to educate people. At least, not me. Even if maksud kau baik, kalau kau sampaikan through sindiran or perli-perlian, I'll never listen and I'll totally look down to you (which also means whatever opinions you have later, I won't give a f). Since I'm not planning to talk about cara-cara menegur dengan berhemah here, skip all questions you have about &lt;i&gt;"habistu, macam mana nak tegur bagi faham"&lt;/i&gt; yadda yadda yadda. I just won't listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the readiness I mentioned above, I didn't mean ready to look different or ready to accept puji-pujian/kutukan setan from others. I'm talking about readiness to change completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't wear hijab (tudung lah tu) i respect it and people who wear it..... initially. Sebab bila dah tengok attitude, 80% tudungers tu perangai macamm #$%&amp;amp;*. For me, if you want to wear hijab, you should be ready to change into a better person. Like what? Let's see. Bersedia untuk tinggalkan SEMUA pakaian yang melekat dekat badan/ikut bentuk badan and opt for baju-baju longgar? Bersedia untuk kawal tingkahlaku, cara percakapan and all? Bersedia untuk kawal pergaulan dengan bukan mahram? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tudungers argued about this. Especially new tudungers. Oh before that, don't mind looking up "tudungers" in dictionary because it doesn't exists =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what (new) tudungers usually argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak berubah biarlah perlahan-lahan. Not drastically. Takkan lah bila pakai tudung nak kena terus jadi ustazah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, I'll say yes. When you choose to wear tudung, choose the islamic way of life, you should embrace everything that comes with it. All the tanggungjawab and what not. Do you know how awful it is to see girls in tudung that doesn't really cover their aurat? Let me ask you one thing, what's the real reason for you to wear tudung? I'm pretty sure most of you will say "sebab kalau tak pakai berdosa". If so, then I shall say, you have your nawaitu wrong all the way. Tak berdosa pun tak pakai tudung. Yang berdosanya ialah tak tutup aurat. Dan aurat bukan sekadar dekat rambut babes. Kalau takat rambut tertutup tapi dada tersembul apa guna? Rambut tutup tapi 34-25-36 still nampak ada pahala ke? Rambut tutup tapi baju lengan tiga suku, kaki tak pakai stoking main sarung sandal aje, tutup aurat lah sangat kan? The point of wearing tudung is untuk tutup aurat, bukan sebab nak ikut Yuna or Hana Tajima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ada yang tanya &lt;i&gt;"apa salahnya ikut benda baik?"&lt;/i&gt; Thing is, apa yang baiknya dengan cara Yuna and Hana Tajima tu? I'm not hating on them seriously, but if you are to follow suit of someone in the name of Islam, tolong lah bagi nama yang appropriate sikit macam Ustazah Siti Nor Bahyah ke (or however you spell her name), Dr. Mashitah ke..... Ini tak. Kalau tak "nak pakai tudung macam Yuna" mesti "nak pakai tudung macam Hana Tajima". Fulamak..... cantik niat. Kalau nak ikut cara dua orang tu, maksudnya pakai tudung tapi tak faham maksud sebenar aurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum cakap pasal akhlak lagi. I know some tudungers yang mencarut baik punyaaaa. Sedap telinga mendengar. Tak padan dengan tudung atas kepala, dia punya memaki hamun bukan main lagi. Kalau tak pun jenis yang terjerit jerit bila bercakap. Apa, suara tu bukan aurat? I know, when you are to talk about akhlak most tudungers are still way better than some non-tudungers. BUT whenever these non-tudungers did something yang a-la rosak akhlak, people will usually say "hish teruknya perangai" but if such thing was done by a tudunger, people will say "pakai tudung tapi perangai teruk. Islam ada ajar ke macamtu?" The difference here is that, whenever a tudunger did something sinful, it will automatically be related to Islam. Get my point now? If you are to wear tudung, if you are to emphasize your Islamness, uphold all the dos and donts too. Don't tarnish Islam's name with your embarrassing attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakai tudung bukan sekadar untuk tutup aurat tapi sepatutnya to make you a better person. Apa yang hebatnya pakai tudung when you gossip like others too? When you spread rumours like others too? Girls and gossiping are somehow inseperable. Kalau tak banyak pun, mesti ada jugak lah pernah termengumpat or terdengar orang mengumpat sikit-sikit. Kalau dah macamtu, kau still rasa bangga ke kau bertudung? Practice self control, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is supposed to be a religion above others to believers but does doing such things put muslims morally higher than people from other beliefs? No. Islam will be looked at as a mere religion or just something some people believe in. Islam is different from other religion in various aspects, aspects that are supposed to make it more superior than other religion. Is it, now? With you people who claimed yourself as a true muslimah because you have hijab on your head doing things Islam forbid? How does that make Islam a sole religion people should believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other point is that how you mingle with bukan mahram. How often you see tudungers in the shopping mall clinging on their boyfriend's arm macam tak tahu dosa? TOO OFTEN...no? This kind of action for me clearly shows that that person has no respect whatsoever to the tudung she had on. If there's one thing to differentiate Islam with other religion is how Islam outlined the boundaries between female and male relationship. If you are so muslimah by wearing hijab, how can you not know about it? How can you boldly hold hands with your boyfriend, berdua-duaan lagi and what not? Some yang tak pegang tangan tu, what difference does it make kalau duduk rapat-rapat? Yeah berlapik and all but duduk rapat-rapat is no way near Islamic if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with tudung being stylized and become a trend? Tudung bonggol unta lah, tudung gerbang-gerbang lah, tudung yang sekadar jatuh dekat pangkal lehar lah,tudung yang pin ketat ketat sampai nampak bentuk leher and telinga lah... WTH is that? Alasan biasa - pakai tudung pun boleh berfesyen jugak. But seriously no, kalau nak berfesyen, tinggalkanlah tudung tu. Kalau nak pakai jugak, tolonglah match it with appropriate fashion. I've seen people with tudung labuh and jubah berocrak corak sikit. Cantik aje ha. Yang pakai tudung elok tutup dada with baju longgar. Pun cantik jugak. Nampak fashionable jugak. SO tak payahlah nak kaitkan tudung yang sekadar tutup rambut and ikut fashion tu sebagai jati diri muslimah kau. Malu sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if tudungers say they want to change slowly like mula2 pakai ikut fashion dulu lama-lama nanti baju makin longgar, lepastu ubah attitude then why can't us, non tudungers change slowly too? Like learning to mind our own business first, then change the attitude and followed by a proper islamic outfit. Why? Why must people say it's okay for them to wear tudung first before covering their aurat as whole with loose clothing but not okay for us non-tudungers to opt for loose attire first before wearing tudung? Double standard much? And what I hate the most is that people who often question me about not wearing tudung are people who wear tudung but have very little respect to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I end this I'd like to clarify that I'm so not generalizing. Whatever I mentioned about tudungers above were referred to most tudungers, not all. Oh you got that right. MOST, not several because the population of that kind of tudungers are increasing by day. If you look around you then you'll agree. And by pointing out all these so-called tudungers mistakes doesn't mean I'm saying non-tudungers are saints. It's just that I want to make you people see things you might have not seen while lecturing us non-tudungers about tudung and aurat etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are to stick to what you are now and ignore whatever opinions I have here, then never mind about me not wearing tudung or you shall correct yourself first. I honestly am okay with people who did things I mentioned above but being okay with it doesn't mean I'm agreeing. I just don't give a f about it as long as they know how to mind their own business as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't argue about tudungers have less sin than non tudungers because kau bukan Tuhan, so tak payahlah yakin sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not trying to say these kind of tudungers are the reason for me not to wear tudung. That's a bit absurd honestly. I'm just pointing out that if you are to wear tudung, wear it with pride. Couple it with Islamic attitude. Being a non-perfect human being of course, I have so many flaws that make me kind of ashamed to team it with a hijab on my head because if I ever make a big mistake, the nature of human will not only blame me but also the religion I believe in. For now, I rather take the blame to myself not my religion. And until I manage to be a better person (I'm not aiming to be perfect of course), I guess I'll stay the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the reason why I said I'm not yet ready is because I want to change my attitude first, to be a good person first before completing it with an appropriate attire. When will that be? Wallahualam. Will that ever be? Insha-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your arguments. Only my opinion counts in here, remember? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT : The point of this post is to tell you not to waste time trying to correct me unless you've corrected yourself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-3969701703895220738?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3969701703895220738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3969701703895220738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3969701703895220738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3969701703895220738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/story-of-hijab-to-wear-or-not-to-wear.html' title='The story of hijab - to wear or not to wear'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8988227405427597817</id><published>2011-08-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:24:20.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>Oh my chocolate fudge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mum got back from work yesterday with a bag full of butter, cooking chocolate, chocolate rice etc. Yea baru 10 hari puasa I know. Whatever is is, those things tempted me to, you know, bake something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. I&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; somehow wanted to make a chocolate fudge. Haven't eaten chocolates for weeks! What I did was mixing up what seems like 1/4 of 250g butter, about 1/4 tin of sweetened condensed milk and a pack of 200g cooking choc. Oh don't ask me how much 1/4 of something looks like because I didn't measure whatever I put in that bowl. I followed my instinct instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I've got everything in a bowl, I chucked it into the microwave and heated it for about 5 minutes. That was a big mistake because it turned out too runny. I think 3 minutes or 2 and a half minutes should do the trick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was too runny I decided to cool it down in the freezer first for maybe 10-15 minutes but ended up forgetting it so it was frozen for almost 1 hour =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U48mSm27xCI/TkKg9h4J7kI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bG1WrEfUF3U/s1600/10082011274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U48mSm27xCI/TkKg9h4J7kI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bG1WrEfUF3U/s320/10082011274.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracked! Can't even cut it. Apparently the top layer hardened but the bottom layer didn't so it looked like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJke8XsnYiw/TkKdzUDkT7I/AAAAAAAAA2c/nEJMlGqwybk/s1600/10082011275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJke8XsnYiw/TkKdzUDkT7I/AAAAAAAAA2c/nEJMlGqwybk/s320/10082011275.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Crunchy top, runny bottom. Quite nice actually when you chew it hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It tastes really good though. But yeah I wanted a nicely shaped fudge so I remelt it for about 2 minutes in the microwave, let it cool down a bit in room temperature before putting it in the refrigerator. After an hour it looked OK but when I tried to cut it, I couldn't. It was too soft so I let it hardened a bit more in the fridge. After a couple of hours however, it was still the same! I can eat it all right but it was shapeless. And thanks to the weather, it melted fast. Bet I should have eaten em in the fridge sheesh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVBueOJubko/TkKdzsdoKGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/g4ZUMoAJ_u0/s1600/10082011276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVBueOJubko/TkKdzsdoKGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/g4ZUMoAJ_u0/s320/10082011276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Re-melt and whisked til it became dough-like&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt869gZJlvA/TkKdz-vnBFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/qveDNlKSwtU/s1600/10082011278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt869gZJlvA/TkKdz-vnBFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/qveDNlKSwtU/s320/10082011278.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooled down&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rEocYkfghA/TkKfwdgf2BI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wDZiVhNap58/s1600/10082011280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rEocYkfghA/TkKfwdgf2BI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wDZiVhNap58/s320/10082011280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My irregular-shaped chocolate fudge. *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I'm not sure whether it was because the fudge was too soft or the fact that I didn't grease the pan before pouring the chocolate that made it uncutable. But hey, won't it become too oily if I grease the pan? I think I'll remelt em again tomorrow and try using the i-don't-know-what-you-call-it paper. Alah paper yang guna untuk seperate biscuits dalam jar tu. Yang a-la transparent tu. Apa nama dia huh? Whatever it is I hope mum kept some in the kitchen. Or should I just use my tracing paper? I think I got couple of pieces more from last sem's drawing subject. I'll just buy new one for next sem if I ever need to draw again lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;But seriously, it tastes REALLY good. And it really is not healthy so if you want to stay slim or on diet, forget it. The pleasure remains for us unhealthy people (;   And before you go around calling me baking genius or whatever, let me tell you one thing : I didn't create that recipe. I think I read about it somewhere but obviously I only remembered the ingredients but not the quantity of the ingredients. But who cares? Only the &lt;strike&gt;result&lt;/strike&gt; taste matters. &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-8988227405427597817?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8988227405427597817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8988227405427597817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8988227405427597817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8988227405427597817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-my-chocolate-fudge.html' title='Oh my chocolate fudge!'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U48mSm27xCI/TkKg9h4J7kI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bG1WrEfUF3U/s72-c/10082011274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2623290258332883603</id><published>2011-08-09T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:00:19.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>If you think I'm super obsessed with kpop...</title><content type='html'>...think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on Facebook. From one of the page I 'like'd. A note entitled &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;How to beat JB (Justin Bieber) - Baby 600 millions (youtube) views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I did some research and discovered that Justin Beiber's Baby video is the top played of all time with almost 600 million views. If all ELFs work together, I think we can beat this no problem. Here is the math breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video can be played by one person (one computer) 288 times in 24 hours. To do this, the video must be put in a playlist and left open to play continuously (I also "like" the video every time it refreshes when I am at my computer). I have a mac, and it does not go to sleep when it is in a playlist, so it even plays all night, but everyone would need to make sure their computer does not go to sleep when left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To beat 600 million views, with ELFs each watching the video 288 times a day, it would take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,083,334 ELFs to beat the record in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,041,667 ELFs to beat the record in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;694,445 ELFs to beat the record in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;520,833 ELFs to beat the record in four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;416,667 ELFs to beat the record in five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;347,222 ELFs to beat the record in six days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;297,619 ELFs to beat the record in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be completely possible as long as ELFs work together and all the different fanclubs and forums in all languages can work together. How amazing would it be to be able to do this for our boys on their last album before hiatus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please RT! Post anywhere possible! Translate into any language you can! Let's all work together to do something awesome (and simple) for our boys! All we need to do is keep the video running all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word! I don't even care if you credit me or not, I just want to see this happen for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: holdfastemily@twitter&lt;br /&gt;Translate by leeyab0o@twitter [Using Google Translation]&lt;br /&gt;Shared by : Wooklicious@twitter&lt;br /&gt;Link To Read In Korean : http://www.twitlonger.com/show/c9942q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link To Read In Chinese : http://www.twitlonger.com/show/c990vg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link To Read In Malay : http://www.twitlonger.com/show/c98s6r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link To Read In Japanese : http://www.twitlonger.com/show/c995bt&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some points worth highlighting [Troll mode activated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I did some research and discovered that Justin &lt;b&gt;Beiber&lt;/b&gt;'s Baby video is the top played of all time with almost 600 million views"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Everyone knows this even without 'doing some research'. And lol for BEIber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Here is the &lt;u&gt;math breakdown&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I simply love how math is getting a part here lmao!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just want to see this happen for them."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;And what will you get, honestly?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Translate by leeyab0o@twitter [Using Google Translation]"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Did nobody ever tell you Google Translation aren't reliable? l.m.f.a.o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Switch back to normal mode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising eh? Not at all... for me. This is pretty normal in Kpop fandom if you ask me. Other than this, there are people who are willing to buy more than 1 albums of their fav idol group in hope that that group will win awards for album sell etc. Oh yea, I mean one freaking same album. One album costs around RM100+ or higher for DVDs. Banyak duit kau nyah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was done by Korean fans then I wouldn't be surprised but for Malaysians to be doing this, I think they should just donate the money to Bersamamu. Or better, to me. I can do with a few more tops or jeans you know. I mean, kalau takat beli satu album untuk puaskan hati, go on. That's normal anyway (though I prefer free download as usual). Tapi beli a bunch of album lepastsu re-sell at cheaper price dekat ebay, eh bodoh ke apa? Tsk fanatic sampai buta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, back to this increasing view blah blah blah I guess their intention is to get Super Junior to be known worldwide &lt;strike&gt;for not being able to sing live after debuting for 6 years&lt;/strike&gt;. I'm not hating on Super Junior or whatever because I'll be saying the same thing to all other fanclubs that might follow suit. Yes, including Cassies. Anyways, good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, duit bil elektrik pasang laptop tak tutup for 24 hours tu buat amal jariah bulan bulan puasa ni lagi bagus. And homaigod, tak sayang laptop betul kan kau? Hidupkan laptop 24 hours! Lepastu shut down for a month la kot gamaknya. Tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanaticism macam ni from a fellow Malaysian kpop lover is so euw. Lagi lagi kalau kau orang Islam. Tak tahu limit ke oi? Aku yang minat kpop for years ni pun rasa euw jugak tahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I post this here sebab ni general issue &lt;strike&gt;bukan&lt;/strike&gt; dengan a bit hint of cerita kpop q;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-2623290258332883603?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2623290258332883603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2623290258332883603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2623290258332883603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2623290258332883603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-think-im-super-obsessed-with.html' title='If you think I&apos;m super obsessed with kpop...'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-862936795315807691</id><published>2011-08-09T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:48:46.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>Tolong! Awek aku pontianak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBTInV-Ap_0/Thu5enoWOgI/AAAAAAAAGhw/9gvXyFxOfAI/s1600/Tolong-Awek-Aku-Pontianak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBTInV-Ap_0/Thu5enoWOgI/AAAAAAAAGhw/9gvXyFxOfAI/s1600/Tolong-Awek-Aku-Pontianak.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh obviously bukan awek aku. Duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there were lots of anticipation regarding this movie. Tengoklah siapa pelakon kan. zahiril Adzim, Sazzy Falak &amp;amp; Liyana Jasmay in one movie. That sounds great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, I downloaded it. Tak tengok kat wayang pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;it was enjoyable. Mainly sebab the actors did well and cerita dia pun simple je. Senang nak faham. Takde nak konflik lama2 macam melodrama etc. And Sazzy + Liyana Jasmay looked great. Alahai kenapalah korang ni cantik sangat. Jealous ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahiril Adzim was convincingly stupid lol watak dia ala ala lurus bendul gitu and he nailed it. I still remember him in Kami. Sangat jahat macam nak tumbuk aje bila nampak. Tapi dalam TAAP Ya Allah innocentnye lahhh. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was lame ass but it was still kinda funny. The whole movie was quite funny tapi nak kata kelakar gila tu taklah kot. Setakat nak buat aku sengih sengih macam kerang busuk tu boleh lah. Ketawa sana sini sikit. The storyline was predictable yet I think it worth to be watched. Ada certain part tu macam mengantuk lah jugak but I didn't doze off macam masa tengok Hantu Kak Limah Balik Rumah. Oh I watched Hantu Kak Limah thrice. Mula2 tengok tak sampai suku dah tidur, second time halfway through tertidur lagi, third time baru habis. Itu pun tak tengok dari mula lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok off topic. Apahal tiba tiba cakap pasal Kak Limah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the movie was quite nice I don't think it worth my money to catch it on cinema ke, astro first ke because apparently berapa kali sangat lah kan aku tengok wayang pun. And even if I do, I'll choose movies with special effects and all those techy animations. Kalau takat romantic comedy blah blah blah tu download lagi bagus. Ya ya sangat tak menyokong industri and what not. Hey! Aku tengok Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa dekat cinema ok! Tapi lepastu download jugak hehehe. Relax lah, kalau cerita betul2 berkualiti memang aku pergi tengok kat cinema ok. Thing is, kebanyakan movie kat Malaysia ni biasa biasa aje (though I have to admit I regret not watching Magika at cinema. That movie was quite cool). Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my perception isn't it? As for you guys, kalau nak tengok cerita melayu kat wayang pergilah. I'm broke anyway so kirim salam lah nak pergi tengok kat wayang. Honestly, students are supposed to be elligible to download stuffs for free, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Pian in that movie sangat kelakar rasa nak tendang aje dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/signaturecopy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5958626350788478974-862936795315807691?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/862936795315807691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=862936795315807691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/862936795315807691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/862936795315807691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/08/tolong-awek-aku-pontianak.html' title='Tolong! Awek aku pontianak'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBTInV-Ap_0/Thu5enoWOgI/AAAAAAAAGhw/9gvXyFxOfAI/s72-c/Tolong-Awek-Aku-Pontianak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7223681404309362658</id><published>2011-07-29T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:21:47.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Orang dah kata...</title><content type='html'>Cerita cerita boyfriend girlfren ni jangan nak kecoh sangat dalam blog. Jangan asyik nak buat tatapan umum. Jangan asyik nak cerita each and every activity yang korang buat sama2. Jangan overexpose everything. Bila dah jadi macam sekarang...haaa padan lah muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari awal lagi&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; aku dah menyampah dengan cerita-cerita bajet sweet kau tu. Tapi takpelah, blog kau kan? kau punya suka lah. So for the time being sila lahhh berfikir panjang guna OTAK bukan hati. Gaduh dengan boyfren tulis dekat facebook. Bagus lah. Biar semua yang ada dalam facebook kau tu kutuk INCIK &lt;strike&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;/strike&gt; TUNANG and label dia as cultured shock &lt;i&gt;(ejaan sengaja disalahkan agar bertepatan dengan sumber LOL)&lt;/i&gt;, tak sedar diri, makin lupa diri yadda yadda yadda. Dah orang2 mula kutuk gitu makin bahagia pulak haaa elaborate more on the case. Daripada asal orang tak tahu siapa thru status tu sampai dah terkeluar nama pulak. Maka beribu-ribu orang yang di-approve dulu tu mula lahh pom pang pom pang mengutuk si lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku lah kan, aku kutuk kau, bukan mamat tu. Macam yang aku buat sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tu orang kata, hidup ni kena low profile. Jangan asyik nak promote diri, promote cerita dalam kain. Seronok lah kot ye dapat follower berbelas ribu dengan menjaja cerita shuweet habis tu dekat blog. Bila dah jadi macam ni haaa pasrah berserah aje lah. Lagi satu, dalam dunia ni bukan semua manusia baik. Dalam berjuta-juta orang mesti ada punya yang nak dekat incik tunang kau tu. Dahlah hebat and hensem &lt;i&gt;(orang kata. Bukan aku)&lt;/i&gt; mestilah perempuan beratur nak kat dia. Walaupun perempuan yang &lt;i&gt;(kalau betul)&lt;/i&gt; cuba merampas tu macam lahanat jugak, tapi aku rasa bagus lah kott. Bagi kau rasa macam kena tampar sikit. Lepastu baru nak sedar lah kott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bukan kau sorang je yang ada boyfriend dalam dunia ni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jangan asyik nak promote boyfriend kau - baik positively or negatively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau dah terhantuk baru nak terngadah.... hmph nasib lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Kenapa aku sibuk? Emmm sebab nak bagi ingat dekat diri sendiri, bila nak kahwin dengan Jae Joong nanti jangan cerita dalam blog. Bertunang gaya arab pun tak boleh cerita sebab ada unsur2 riak di situ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-7223681404309362658?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7223681404309362658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7223681404309362658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7223681404309362658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7223681404309362658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/orang-dah-kata.html' title='Orang dah kata...'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2977061104907827708</id><published>2011-07-27T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:12:19.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Adorable little things</title><content type='html'>S posted this on facebook. OMG they're soooo adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/keOUGc8kPXU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they stripped!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-2977061104907827708?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2977061104907827708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2977061104907827708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2977061104907827708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2977061104907827708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/adorable-little-things.html' title='Adorable little things'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/keOUGc8kPXU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-4452728647229016103</id><published>2011-07-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:12:01.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><title type='text'>Women are clean...?</title><content type='html'>Found this on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi-qgcFpvO8/Ti5-A2Ak_MI/AAAAAAAAA1w/GjKd0VcRAvs/s1600/man%252Band%252Bwoman%252Bbathroom%252Binstructions%252B1%252Binstruction%252Bfor%252Bman%252Ba%252Blot_810de8_1770155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi-qgcFpvO8/Ti5-A2Ak_MI/AAAAAAAAA1w/GjKd0VcRAvs/s320/man%252Band%252Bwoman%252Bbathroom%252Binstructions%252B1%252Binstruction%252Bfor%252Bman%252Ba%252Blot_810de8_1770155.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;LOL. Do you get it? The woman part applies to me though. Minus the hand drying because I prefer tissue than those machines because I heard those are infested by bacteria. Yeah I'm bacteria's biggest anti fan. Wtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Still, are women that clean? I don't think so. Especially here in Malaysia. Gosh I wish one day toilet manners will be taught as part of the science or whatever subject in school. I've never been to the gents before, of course but the ladies in Malaysia can be too disgusting sometimes. Especially at R&amp;amp;R and other public places. Some are even unbearable at all. School toilets are damn dirty too. If you scroll down my archive, I 'dedicated' one whole article about toilets back in KMPP. Public toilets in Malaysia is kinda bad. I wonder why this issues haven't been settled after decades?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I mean we don't really need all those high tech toilets like what they have in Japan (though such toilet is kinda cool too). Yet, is it so hard to provide enough cleaner for public toilets? And again, is it so hard to repair all broken parts of the toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And fellow malaysians, how much energy do you need to flush the toilet? Duhh I don't understand when there were adults who didn't flush toilets though the flush works perfectly. Weird. Lazy asses down to the bone pffft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Malaysia really need to improve a lot of things if &lt;strike&gt;it&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;we really want to achieve Wawasan 2020, including public toilets. Toilet issues might sound like a small matter but actually it affects a lot of things. Don't you know toilet issues can affect tourism industry? It really does, trust me. If there are millions of tourists like me who put clean toilet as top priority if I ever want to stay somewhere, Malaysia's tourism industry is so gonna flop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Anyway, it seems like dirty toilets aren't only available in Malaysia but in most parts of Asia (perhaps excluding Singapore since they imposed fine to those who didn't flush the toilet after use. And also Japan with all those sophisticated technology). When my mum went to China and Indonesia, the first thing she complained about was the toilets. My aunt who went to India said that public toilets in India are the worst compared to other countries she had been to. That doesn't surprise me though because if I'm not mistaken, 'dirtiness' is part of ancient hindu teaching? Correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, I wonder why is that so...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Funny how I joked at the beginning but whine all the way down later. Heh. Toilet issues are just something I'm really sensitive about. It's the basic of cleanliness if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958626350788478974-4452728647229016103?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4452728647229016103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4452728647229016103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4452728647229016103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4452728647229016103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/women-are-clean.html' title='Women are clean...?'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi-qgcFpvO8/Ti5-A2Ak_MI/AAAAAAAAA1w/GjKd0VcRAvs/s72-c/man%252Band%252Bwoman%252Bbathroom%252Binstructions%252B1%252Binstruction%252Bfor%252Bman%252Ba%252Blot_810de8_1770155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7207527946718208224</id><published>2011-07-26T01:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:18:20.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>As of July 2011...</title><content type='html'>I've changed my blog layout! [Duhhhh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to look all childish (refer below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2M8OkjyB1jI/Ti2wnRjPRuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LB3x0Q8HTEc/s1600/header.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2M8OkjyB1jI/Ti2wnRjPRuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LB3x0Q8HTEc/s320/header.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOyDwrE1GjY/Ti2wnUNi4SI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IGzReoup4e8/s1600/Body.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOyDwrE1GjY/Ti2wnUNi4SI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IGzReoup4e8/s320/Body.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvMZCCtOfrU/Ti2wngKatsI/AAAAAAAAA1o/h8X-X7gQKMU/s1600/footer%2Band%2Bpost%2Bdivider.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvMZCCtOfrU/Ti2wngKatsI/AAAAAAAAA1o/h8X-X7gQKMU/s320/footer%2Band%2Bpost%2Bdivider.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've decided to make it err LESS childish. I mean DBSK cartoon (and footer) is a &lt;u&gt;must &lt;/u&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created this layout on my own and so far it took the longest time compared to my previous layouts. Especially the cassiopeia-shaped links. Yes, those are links, babeh. Click the head! Come on~ &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first &lt;strike&gt;button&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;head&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;leads you to dashboard if you have one or else you'll just simply go to blogger.com if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Twitter button leads you to my twitter profile of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About button leads you here to this post. For future reference (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises button is meant to be.... surprise? lol The link directs you to different sites from time to time so if you're boring or just wanna try your luck you might want to click it, let's say, once per week? You got nothing to lose anyway. And don't worry, I won't post virus link or whatever. I'm not that heartless you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the fangirl version button. So wth is that? It's actually a link to my other blog. A blog I just started due to the fact that my beloved girlfriends were annoyed with my kpop obsession. lol. Decided to create that blog so that I can post all kpop related stuffs I used to post here or shared in facebook. So yeah, you can expect less (or perhaps none) kpop related updates in this blog or facebook. Yeah lilyumyra berjoget untuk ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the disclaimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to tell anyone how I did this or that in my blog because I was born stingy. Deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK actually it's because I learned it the hard way (read:google-ing for weeks, try and error, lag notebook etc3). So yeah, I think I have the rights to be stingy on that matter. Anyway, people who refuse to learn and only know how to suck knowledge through the fastest way annoy me big time. Work for it okay. There are lots of helps out there (read:the web). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I didn't name my blog "My Own Perception" because I thought that name's cool or whatnot but because I mean it. Everything I post in here is based on my own thoughts and point of view. Note that due to the fact stated, in this blog only my opinions count. If you are to argue about anything, create your own blog and rant all the way there. IDGAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is not about how to match your heels and skirt or whatever so-called fashion craps most bloggers are currently doing. Nor do I post facebook notes unless it really worth sharing. I don't post lyrics either (unless it's really meaningful and beautiful). So don't expect such thing from this blog ok? Since I don't think fashion/facebook notes/lyrics has anything to do with MY perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be very bitchy or arrogant or annoying at times. When that happen, please, don't freak out. I don't control my hormones, just so you know. And I can be very immature sometimes. Again, don't fret. Blame the hormone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Only my thought counts in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And only my opinion matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Also, regardless of the topic, i'm always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;So if you think I'm wrong, kindly refer to rule #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5958626350788478974-7207527946718208224?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7207527946718208224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7207527946718208224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7207527946718208224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7207527946718208224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-of-july-2011.html' title='As of July 2011...'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2M8OkjyB1jI/Ti2wnRjPRuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LB3x0Q8HTEc/s72-c/header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3181397228068333612</id><published>2011-07-21T03:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:33:03.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>The boy who lived, has kam to daiii</title><content type='html'>I swear that was how Voldermort pronounced those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Harry Potter with Lily at Mid. We thought we were late because we planned to catch the 11.30am screening. Arrived at mid around 11am then kelam kabut nak serbu wayang. Grabbed some pretzels from Auntie Anne's and drinks from San Fransisco Coffee, headed to ATM and later to GSC. I somehow think we were so organized(?) LOL I mean whenever I'm out I'll just go anywhere and often ended up going back and forth at the same level. You know, the clumsiness of "i need (insert item). It's somewhere near the escalator" went there but stopped halfway because I just remembered that I haven't got any cash so I'll have to withdraw some from the ATM which happened to be around the area I initially was. Pathetic, really, to have to turn back beause I was so forgetful kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were lucky because the queue wasn't long (for Mid Valley's standard) and we managed to get decent seat. It seemed to be decent actually but once we were inside we thought we should have chosen seats somewhere in front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ads were damn long and the sound system...ohmyjae. I was in hall 4, the same hall I watched Transformer 3 two weeks earlier and for the second time in 3 weeks I thought my eardrums have burst =.= It was damn loud and the hall was a bit too cold too. I could bear with it but Lily had been shivering around what? 10 minutes after the movie started? LOL lembik betul XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was tad disappointed with Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part II though I still have to admit it was one of the best HP movie. My personal favourite is still HP and the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone. HP and DTHP2 comes second followed by Priosner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Chamber of Secrets, Half-blood Prince, Deathly Hallows Part I and finally Order of Pheonix. I have different ranking for the book though. The first book is still on top because yeah nothing beat the original (; . Second will be Deathly Hallows, then Half-blood Prince, Prisoner of Azkaban, Order of Pheonix, Goblet of Fire and Chamber of Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to HP&amp;amp;DHP2, the reason I was disappointed was that lots of awesome parts in the book were left out. They focused too much on the fighting scene but the scene was awesome anyway so let it be. The movie was kinda fast-paced because I think the director really tried to put in as much scene as possible. Two and a half hour surely wasn't enough (the info showed that it's 2h10min though. Minus ads kott) and honestly I really didn't realize how long I've been inside. That means something - i focused so much on the movie because it was great. Unlike Transformer 3. I mean transformer was great and all but some scenes were just....boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to HP, I also hate how they changed some 'facts'. Snape weren't the one who made the fake Gryffindor's sword because I don't remember it being mentioned in the book at all. And the part where all students gathered at the Great Hall was the most ridiculous part of the movie, sorry to say. Harry's appearance in the book was way better. Perhaps the director wanted it to be dramatic or whatever but I didn't find that dramatic at all. Kinda stupid really for none of them not to realise Harry was among them. And later, most students were sent home! Seeing how Slytherins were sent to the dungeon instead and the rest of the school left to fight seems too illogical. Hogwarts students against death eaters, seriously?? Sheesh. And Minerva McGonagall should have had a heroic scene where she drove Snape off! I mean it was still her who fought Snape in the Great Hall but the appearane of the Order of the Pheonix was a bit weird. What were their function? Showing off themselves as if to say "hey dude look who are here" to Snape? I wanted McGonagall's solo stage mind you. Oh yeah one more thing that pissed me off. They didn't tell Aberforth they were after Hocruxes in the book! They weren't supposed to tell anyone, remember? I think they changed too many things. Some people wouldn't mind but I do because I've had everything imagined when I read the book. The movie didn't meet my imagination. Jeez~ Snape's memory part was bad too. It was one of the best part of the book but it was TOO fast-paced. It didn't include the part where James first met Snape on Hogwart's Express. Gosh I love that part =.= And also the part where he actually meant to use Sectumsempra on a death eater instead of George during DHP1. Long story short, it failed to show that Snape was actually a fairy godmother. Okay that's overrated but yeah Snape in the book is way more angelic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene where Harry saw Fred, Lupin and Tonk's dead body was sad but not sad enough to make me cry. I mean I cried when I read the book (boo me. wtv) but in the movie the scene was too short for me to feel sad. The book was damn sad because the scene where Fred died involved Percy and since the movie franchise chose not to show the part where Percy went against his family in book five, I think following the original transcript for that part is gonna mean nothing. Snape memory scene was supposed to be sad too but it didn't affect me much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah there's one scene that most people won't even pay attention to but the person who lead attacks from ground (those who Neville faced) was Fenrir Greyback. And he was also the one who bit Lavender Brown before Hermione (was it Ron or Harry? Can't remember) blasted him away (I don't think anyone cares about this scene). What surprised me was, Fenrir Greyback was supposed to be ugly based on his two appeareances in HBP and DHP1 yet he looked better in DHP2. LOL. And talking about role change, I was surprised they chose to change big fat white Crabbe with a thin tall black Crabbe. The original actor was arrested due to drug-related case, but to replace him with someone so contrast was a bit funneh. I smirk when i saw the new Crabbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the scene in the Great Hall, Harry's final fight with Voldermort was totally disappointing if you have read the book. Harry didn't jerk away from Hagrid's hand the way he did in the movie. Seriously, the director was being too creative. Though I have to admit the way he 'woke up' in the movie was way more impressive lah. And the final battle, it was supposed to happen in the middle of the crowd! That's way more spectacular. I really love it when (in the book) they circled the place, looking at each other and Harry mocked Voldermort making Voldermort look stupid LOL And when Voldermort died, his body didn't shatter! He died like normal wizrd, showing how weak he was because the horcruxes had been destroyed. He died tragically and embarrassingly in the book you know. I especially love the part where they put his body away from Hogwart's army. Perhaps, the way Voldermort died in the movie was for the sake of the 3D effect. And the ending before the 19 years later part was blerghh... lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the most anticipated 19 years later scene. Again, disappointing. I wanted to watch how James and Albus argued actually. I mean the way JKR described James in the book was cute! He was cheeky and a busy body too. In the movie however he didn't say a word. Hmph. And I also wanted to see Ron 'warning' his kid. That part was funny! Too bad they didn't include those parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was disappointed because I expected too much. And I'm like, what? A Harry Potter freak? lol I'm kinda obsessed with the book and since HP and the DHP was my 2nd fav from the series I've read it too many times already, making me realized all those 'mistakes'. If you had never read the book then I guess you can enjoy the movie. There were good scenes too. The scene in Room of requirement was funny! Ron was hilarious! The scenes where they sealed the castle, when McGonagall raised the (supposed to be) suits of armor and Harry, Hermione and Ron broke into Gringotts were also great. And I think it'd be best if you watch it in 3D. The Gringott scene was awesome. I don't think it'd be that great in 2D. Overall, the movie worth Lily's money. I mean my Lily. Not Harry's Lily lol Ohh I didn't mention it did I? Lily paid for the movie *belly dancing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I warn you this contain spoilers? Ooops. I think I didn't. Nasiblah. Malas nak scroll atas HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to me and Lily's story. Duhh. There was nothing much actually. We ate at Noodle station then headed back home. There was no wandering around looking at bags and shoes and this and that like usual. We entered a few shops actually but bought nothing. Sebab sebenarnye we were both broke for shopping. Now, now. 'Broke' and 'Broke for shopping' carry two different meanings ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, remember how we were so kelam kabut nak kejar HP's screening? To emphasize the kelam kabutness, we went inside without even care to remember where we parked the car. Awesome. We later spent half an hour trying to relocate the car. Naik sampai car park paling atas then turun one level, then another level sampai lah lowest level still tak jumpa. Itu turun pakai lif takpe lagi. Dah tu, naik balik &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;pakai tangga&lt;/span&gt; to each level and sampai balik dekat tingkat paling atas and there it was...Lily's SLK. Apparently we were on the right level at the beginning but went out at the wrong side of the car park. Joke of the day betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah gelak-gelak dengan clumsiness masing masing, we decided to go to Prison-S since Lily haven't taken her sijil SPM yet. Luckily there weren't so many people around or else we'd get tons of stares. Standard lah, duduk dalam tu mana boleh pakai vogue2 kan. So kalau junior nampak dua kakak hot vogue meletop gitew masuk Prison-S mestilah macam 'whoa' jugak kan. Even people at the office were looking at us like 'wha...?' HAHAHA OK I bet they were just surprised because our appearance were...unexpected? Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to meet Miss Dura but we came on the wrong day. They had Sports Day earlier that morning so the teachers were all home after 1pm. Weird though for Prison-S to hold sports day in the middle of the week. Rupa-rupanya the date was moved forward. Kesian korang kan? Dahlah penat bersukan, lepastu kena gather dekat DGP pulak haa dengar ceramah apa entah PAKAI BAJU SEKOLAH. But honestly, that was normal. HAHAHA Baru Seseri kan kena penat penat macam tu. Terlentok lentok haa yang duduk kat belakang. Yang duduk kat depan tu...no comment. Korang memang bersemangat *cough*skema*cough* habis lah :D If it was me or Lily, I think we wouldn't even be there. Baik lah tidur dekat sickbay or used-to-be bilik redaksi dekat 5 Eliara lama tu. Kalau pergi sickbay dalam tu mesti ada Yaya HAHAHA. Okay, rasanya Mino pun akan buat benda yang sema. Tapi Mino duduk dalam used-to-be GSD. Homaigod, we were so not seseri lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we headed back my home, Lily lepak sedut2 Sex and The City kejap and then balik rumah. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : My ending is way better than HP kan? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-3181397228068333612?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3181397228068333612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3181397228068333612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3181397228068333612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3181397228068333612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/boy-who-lived-has-kam-to-daiii.html' title='The boy who lived, has kam to daiii'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3525462210899576463</id><published>2011-07-14T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:03:50.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lelaki murah</title><content type='html'>Murah sangat sampai kalau letak harga 1 rupiah pun still dikira tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about one guy. Unknown to me and perhaps my other friends too because nobody responded when i post his number on fb. The only thing I know about him is his phone number. I don't even know his name nor where does he live. How is that possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that git texted and called me. I have no idea where did he get my phone number. He said he wanted to get to know me. I ignored him. It's just not my thing to entertain some faceless and probably nameless human being otp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, he knows my full name - incorrect spelling though. And people who'd known me for years know how much I hate my name being misspelled. He even know where I'm studying atm. Psycho huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided, this has to end. Finally I replied his text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kau rasa aku reply text dia baik-baik....memang kau tak kenal aku lah. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kau ni nak tunggu aku maki dulu baru nak senyap ke? Takde maruah ke dok sibuk kacau orang walaupun orang tak layan?tak rasa malu?dah aku tak respond tu get lost lah. Mak ayah tak ajar adab ke? Etc etc etc get lost.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he replied something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Huhuhu &lt;/span&gt;kan ada respon. biase la tu, camne, rasa puas ke maki macam tu, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;huhu &lt;/span&gt;takpelah biase jerasanye sebab kebolehan tahan maki &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;huhu &lt;/span&gt;tapi rasanya kalau jaga maruah tak perlu maki2 kan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;huhuhu &lt;/span&gt;amacam cool tak &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;huhu &lt;/span&gt;gurau2 je baru nak berkawan takde pun nak kaco kalo nak kaco ari2 dah mesej tenang2 sudah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;huhuhu &lt;/span&gt;annoyed me big time. Annoyed me more than the text itself. Sampah betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm not trying to jual mahal or whatever but please lah. Such guy doesn't deserve even a bit of respect from me. I don't mind if there are people who want to get to know me blah blah blah but be a man lah. Nak call ke, text ke, introduce yourself first. Ini tak, main terjah aje. &lt;i&gt;Awak sihat? Dah makan? Tengah buat apew tuw?&lt;/i&gt; Memang haram lah kan aku nak layan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'll still freak out if someone unknown suddenly approach me, but I can still be considerate. Takdelah rasa geli ke atau rasa dia loser macma kau sebab buat macam tu. Kalau orang tiba2 tegur tepi jalan nak kenal tu pun better than kau yang entah siapa nak text aku itu ini. Ehh lelaki dalam malaysia memang semua macam tu ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I think i know who that person is. The way he wrote his text was damn familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-3525462210899576463?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3525462210899576463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3525462210899576463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3525462210899576463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3525462210899576463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/lelaki-murah.html' title='Lelaki murah'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-6807035952926955543</id><published>2011-07-10T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:21:57.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kdrama'/><title type='text'>Sungkyunkwan Scandal</title><content type='html'>Let's forget about all those politic thingy and move on to what I do best - Kpop-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might transform into a fangirl mode later, so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dramaticandemo.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/sungkyunkwan-scandal.jpg?w=470&amp;amp;h=705" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://dramaticandemo.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/sungkyunkwan-scandal.jpg?w=470&amp;amp;h=705" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungkyunkwan Scandal is a 20 episode drama, aired by KBS in South Korea *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this drama in my hard disk ages ago. Donwloaded it the moment they post it up but delayed watching it because i wished to wait for a 'proper' subtitle. Means subtitles from 'acknowledged' korean subbers or in this case DBSK's subbers - God of the East Subbing Squad aka GOE;SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I downloaded Marry Me Mary, My Girlfriend is a Nine-tailed Fox etc etc etc and term had started so I didn't have time to watch it until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama will be quite boring if you don't enjoy historical thingy. The setting was in Joseon area (17**). It's about a girl who pretended to be a guy in order to get money to feed her family and buy medicine for his sick younger brother. Her name was Kim Yoon Hee (Park Min Young). She worked as a writer under the disguise but one day she met Lee Seon Jeon (Park Yoochun/Micky), a handsome son of the left state minister during the entrance/public exam sat by male citizens to enter Sungkyunkwan Institute. She took the exam under Seon Jeon's challenge and also because being accepted means that she'd get allowance and free medicines in which she could use those for her family. She was apparently accepted, handpicked by the King himself and ended up being Seon Jeon's roommate along with a senior, Moon Jae Shin/Geol Oh (Yoo Ah In) who despised people from high ranking (Noron) including Seon Jeon. Then there was Gu Yong Ha (Song Joong Ki,) the hottest playboy in Kdrama lol. Yong Ha was Geol Oh's childhood friend and so that was how he became related to Seon Jeon and Yoon Hee - now known as Yoon Shik in her disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It later became quite typical because there was Han In Soo, the student body's president and also a son of a Noron who dislike Yoon Shik because she managed to steal the heart of Cho Seon, a gisaeng (quite similar to Geisha in Japan if I'm not mistaken). So, In Soo hated Yoon Shik and also Seon Jeon because apparently Seon Jeon didn't give a damn about his status whatsoever thus annoyed In Soo who took status as an important thing. In Soo started to do this and that thing to get Yoo Shik expelled from Sungkyunkwan but such events had somehow made Yoon Shik, Seon Jeon, Geol Oh and Yong Ha became closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was an event caused by In Soo's people. They framed Yoon Shik for stealing cases happened in Sungkyunkwan. They had a trial and it attracted the King's attention. He made them find the real culprit by making the case an exam question. The four aka Jalgeum Quatet teamed up to prove Yoon Shik's innocent and as expected they won. This lead to the King's quest of wanting them to find Geum Deung Ji Sa, some kind of lost document from the past that can be used to create a new Joseon, where class and differences will no longer exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geum Deung Ji Sa had caused the murder of Yoon Shik's father and also Geol Oh's brother. While Yoon Shik didn't know about it at first, Geol Oh knew thus he disguised himself as a red messenger in order to threaten the Norons to admit their involvement in the murder. Still, they searched for the Geum Deung ji Sa and finally found it and presented it to the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoon Shik's identity was busted thus causing the King's anger. Since Sungkyunkwan is regarded as one holy institution, Yoon Shik's act had somehow tarnished Sungkyunkwan's name and also put an end of the King's dream for the new Joseon. I don't really know how to explain this but the ending was a happy ending. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my favourite character was Gu Yong Ha. Like I mentioned above, he was the hottest playboy in Kdrama. Though Yoochun was the main actor, his character is somewhat boring. Well, who would want to watch a damn righteous guy who followed every single rules, right? Joong Ki however got this playful and excessively sweet talker character that somehow lighten the mood of the drama. Well, the drama was quite serious compared to normal K-drama due to its genre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the plot though. There were some confusing parts and also, boring parts when they explain about this and that history of Joseon or Confucius teaching blah blah blah. Yet there were also strong and inspiring dialogues. Yeah, nothing goes wrong when you talk about Confucius teaching. And since they used the classic languages, those who are used to korean might find it weird and again, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it's not a really good drama but the actors were awesome. I watched it initially because of Yoochun (DBSK FTW!) but managed to go through all episodes because I wanted to watch Joong Ki. though he was playful, there were times when he became serious and that.was.absolutely.charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playboys are indeed good in making your heart flutter and if all playboys acted like Gu Yong Ha, I'm not surprised how girls are still after them despite of the fact that they ain't loyal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRX-YlRcj80/Tdk9M4HzIOI/AAAAAAAAASA/nTOe9XxcBEk/s1600/sungkyunkwan_scandal_epi15_image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRX-YlRcj80/Tdk9M4HzIOI/AAAAAAAAASA/nTOe9XxcBEk/s400/sungkyunkwan_scandal_epi15_image.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jalgeum Quartet - Gu Yong Ha, Moon Jae Shin/Geol Oh, Kim Yoon Shik, Lee Seon Jeon. Eyecandies ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dramascenes.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/sungkyunkwan-scandal-last-scene.jpg?w=490&amp;amp;h=784" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://dramascenes.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/sungkyunkwan-scandal-last-scene.jpg?w=490&amp;amp;h=784" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several scene snapshots. Aigoo my Yong Ha~!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/skks_20101019.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=333" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/skks_20101019.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=333" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They won the best on-screen couple award for this drama. Awkward much but their friendship was cute ^ ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://delzchangmin.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/9syvsx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://delzchangmin.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/9syvsx.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL-ed so hard on this. It was edited. The one on top is Junsu and the one in shade is my Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;Nice edit though O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-6807035952926955543?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/6807035952926955543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=6807035952926955543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6807035952926955543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6807035952926955543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/sungkyunkwan-scandal.html' title='Sungkyunkwan Scandal'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRX-YlRcj80/Tdk9M4HzIOI/AAAAAAAAASA/nTOe9XxcBEk/s72-c/sungkyunkwan_scandal_epi15_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2149117927691341145</id><published>2011-07-10T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:32:46.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aman lagi ke Malaysia ni?</title><content type='html'>Bersih is over. For today, I guess. I have the feeling that this kind of thing will be continued. What a shame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is okay to have a demonstration, it is okay to be heard but there are rules and guidelines to be followed. But yeah, when it involves power, to hell with all sort of rules and laws. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am not entitled to give such scholar-like view on Bersih because I'm not some kind of politic know it all and my sources are medias. From both side, yes. I read utusan, I read Malaysiakini. And both are bias media. There is no such thing as neutral media because when you are to talk about the politic you will have to take side. Even if there is neutral media, the neutrality will be questioned. And later be called two-faced asshole. That's how the world works isn't it? If you ain't right, means you are wrong. There's no such thing as you are not right neither wrong in Malaysian politic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politic is a piece of shit, if you ask me. Why? Because it's being run by humans. And humans ain't perfect. Humans tend to despise others to make themselves superior. For T side, Z is one hella shitty party with shitty people running em. As for Z, T is a mothereff party because it consists of mothereffs. Still, both share one aim. To get the support from the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there will be supporters. Who will defend their leader regardless of what effin thing he/she had done. These supporters treat their leaders as God. I know I'm right. Why? Well, let's see. To defend T party's president, the T party's supporters will spread rumours about Z party's leader. And Z party's supporter will retaliate by framing T party's people with this or that crime. With doing so, both supporters and leaders are sinned. Sinned with a sin worse than killing - the sin of framing the innocent. Politic and framing is somewhat inseparable. People who continue to spread such rumours to hold their stands are indeed sharing the same sin. And where do they put God in such situation, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpelah. Memang korang suka kott kongsi dosa kering macam tu. Who am I to talk about sin anyway kannnnnn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bersih, it gave such a great chance for the whole world to finally able to call Malaysia a not-so-safe nor peaceful country. Yes, Patriot was also there. But since the main cause was Bersih then let me save some space here, shan't I? I mean writing Bersih only is way more easier than Bersih and Patriot. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then. Let's call it 9th July demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the coverage of the demonstration. I'm not that stupid to be there. What a waste of time. So I saw how both side of demonstrators being dispersed by the police. And now I come to my main concern for this post - the police had been blamed. Why? Because it was said that the police were being violent while handling the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so ignorant, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police had warned them weeks earlier and this apply to both Patriot and Bersih. Yet, they chose to go against the law. They treated the law like some kind of rubbish. People who go against the law are criminals. Do criminals have to be treated nicely? Should the police have gone and tell them &lt;i&gt;"Rakyat Malaysiaku sayang, baliklah. Sembur dengan gas ni karang. Nak? Nak? Haaa... tak nak kan? Moh balik ye semua. Jom pergi makan KFC jom"&lt;/i&gt; Total BS. What the police did was normal. That's how non-permitted demonstrations are supposed to be handled. In other countries there are cases of the national police who used bullets to control the situation. Did PDRM do so? No. Releasing tear gas and water cannons is a bit too nice for such people who caused the whole capital in such dangerous situation if you ask me. And that's probably why the demonstrators chose not to disperse. Yet, they continued to go against the law. Continued to ignore the police's countless warnings. They proceed with the demonstration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other options the police were left with when even tear gas didn't work? It was to personally capture those criminals. And have you ever seen any policemen in the world capturing criminal by tapping their shoulders and ask them nicely to go to the police station? What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's okay when police use such force aka 'violent ways' in capturing snatchers but not to demonstrators who go against the law? Well, both are criminals, aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the death of one of Bersih's supporter I don't really know what happened. The Bersih team said he was suffocated with the tear gas. Some reports said that he wasn't part of the demonstrators while some others mentioned him as the husband of an opposition member. Whatever it is, to blame the police 100% for his death is a bit absurd. Why did he went there in the first place? His death was tragic yet it happened because it meant to happen. If you are to blame the police then blame along all the people who suggested the demonstration in the first place. Because if there is no demonstration, there will be no police nor tear gas and what not and he might still be alive... no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I don't really see why they continued Bersih. All 8 claims made by Bersih had been answered by SPR. SPBYDPA had even met with their representative to discuss the matter. Originally they said it was to be held because they want to pass a memorandum to SPBYDPA. Questions arose here. Why didn't they hand over the memorandum when their representative met SPBYDPA? I'll leave that for the rest of you to answer. After all, most of you are the know it all in politic kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways congrats to all people who joined the 9th July demonstration because you managed to tarnish not only the peaceful image of Malaysia but also of the PDRM. Does it feels good to be able to channel the people's blame on your stupid demonstration to other parties? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Bront_Palarae"&gt;Bront Palarae&lt;/a&gt; in his tweet - "Ramai bersuara menentang ketidak adilan, tp aku nak tahu ADIL mcm mana yg kita mahukan. Adil yg kita nak tu adil utk semua? Semua tu sapa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my country, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-2149117927691341145?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2149117927691341145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2149117927691341145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2149117927691341145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2149117927691341145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/aman-lagi-ke-malaysia-ni.html' title='Aman lagi ke Malaysia ni?'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2016836224630512325</id><published>2011-07-04T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:07:42.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Melayu 2.0</title><content type='html'>Melayu alaf baru. Melayu yang lebih errr...terbuka? Yelah kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu 2.0 are malays that don't give a damn about Ketuanan Melayu, don't give a damn whether it exists or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of malays i found online belong to that group. Lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they no longer care about special rights for malays. They think it's time for them to compete with other races based on merits only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa kisah kalau ketuanan melayu adn hak istimewa/ kuota untuk melayu takde, kan? Effect dia tak banyak pun. Satu contoh - lepasni anak melayu yang SPM 7A kebawah mungkin tak perlu susah-susah mintak UPU. Sebab takkan ada tempat since takde kuota. Anak cina dan anak india kan lebih rajin daripada anak melayu. More successful when it comes to exams. More outspoken. And most of those who scored 8As and above were them. Tempat kat public institutes tak banyak so tak payah mimpilah ya anak melayu yang dapat 6/7A tu nak masuk asasi ke, matrikulasi ke. OK? Sebab ramai anak bukan melayu yang lagi hebat. Padan muka. Siapa suruh pemalas sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anak melayu yang SPM takat 3/4As tu lagi lah tak payah mimpi nak masuk mana-mana. Pergi lah sambung ipts or stpm. Sebab without ketuanan melayu memang kirim salamlah nak jejak matrik atau ipta. Tapi takpe, baru lah adil kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun orang cina and india dua-dua rakyat malaysia. Semua lahir and besar kat malaysia. So semua ada hak lah kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sementara ada ketuanan melayu dan hak istimewa melayu ni tak belajar rajin-rajin pun anak melayu mampu masuk matrik. SPM 2A pun lepas masuk matrik janji anak melayu. Kantoi matrik? Takpe IPTA boleh terima. UiTM lagi lah boleh terima. Sebab anak melayu. Kalau ada pihak betul-betul buka UiTM untuk bukan Melayu macam yang pernah dirancang dulu tu, siapa yang pointer 2.9 kebawah silalah merempat pergi IPTS. Kalau fail matrik or asasi lagi lah. Pergi lah ambil kursus kemahiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout UiTM, kalau dah belajar kat UiTM tu silalah sedar asal  usul. Kalau rasa tak nak peduli pasal hak melayu, tolonglah berambus  daripada UiTM sebab itu hak orang Melayu. Tolonglah jangan jadi anjing tersepit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak kisah kan kalau MALAYsia ni bukan hak milik mutlak melayu. Tak apa walaupun dulu Tok Janggut bergadai nyawa untuk pertahankan maruah bangsa melayu. Tak apa Datuk Maharaja Lela tu kena bunuh dengan penjajah lepastu mayat dia kena seksa sebab nak perjuangkan kebebasan tanah melayu. Tak apa Datuk Bahaman lawan Inggeris mati-matian untuk pastikan tanah ni milik melayu, bukan inggeris. Semua tu cerita lama so tak apa. Biar je lah kalau lepasni tanah ni milik sama rata dengan orang cina and india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak apa lah. Lepasni tak payah ada sultan dengan bahasa melayu sebab semua tu hasil ketuanan melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang melayu sekarang mana kisah pasal bahasa melayu. Cakap bahasa melayu pun malu (*ehem* aku cakap bahasa melayu ya, tolong sikit q: ). So takpelah kot kalau lepasni bahasa inggeris jadi bahasa utama. Barulah international gitew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa kisah kalau takde Sultan, takde Agong. Barulah amereka. Boleh pakai Presiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seliberal manapun aku dalam hal-hal melayu ni, aku tetap pegang ketuanan melayu. Aku rasis? Tak. Aku cuma belajar sejarah. Itu aje. Aku kesian dengan pejuang-pejuang yang mati-matian nak pertahankan negara dulu tu. Kalau diorang hidup sampai sekarang dan tengok apa yang jadi kat tanah tempat dia berperang dulu aku rasa dia sendiri pun akan hilang keinginan nak hidup. Sakit hati kott perang macam nak gila tapi bangsa sendiri tak appreciate. Ouch habis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang. Penduduk asal malaysia adalah orang peribumi. Tapi yang pertahankan malaysia, semenanjung especially, adalah orang melayu. Ramai orang bukan melayu yang menyalak benda-benda macam tu, kata orang melayu sebenarnya takde hak dekat malaysia ni sebab diorang pun pendatang. Satu je aku boleh cakap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala hotak korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang peribumi cuma duduk dalam hutan, kan? Siapa yang buka tanah pertanian? Siapa yang buka tanah lombong, buka bandar sampai Tanah Melayu tu jadi satu negara? Siapa yang ketuai angkatan masa lawan penjajah? Soalan ni maybe bunyi rasis tapi ingat tak macam mana orang india and cina masuk tanah melayu dulu? Masing-masing belajar sejarah, kan? Tak payah lah kot aku ulang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak salah kalau nak tuntut sikit hak dalam Malaysia ni tapi cara tu biar baik sikit. Jangan ingat dengan cara kau condemn melayu itu ini kau boleh dapat apa yang kau nak. Kata melayu macam tu macam ni tak bermakna kau tu cukup layak untuk dapat hak yang sama dengan orang melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi, belajarlah cakap melayu betul-betul kot ye pun nak minta hak. Satu orang, bukan satu olang. Kereta itu merah bukan merah itu kereta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahamkan betul-betul sejarah Tanah Melayu sebelum nak melalak mintak itu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka malaysia banyak bangsa tapi biarlah semua bangsa tahu kedudukan masing-masing. Sebanyak manapun kau kata kau ada hak dalam negara ni, aku tetap akan kata tak. Yelah kaum kau pun ada bagi sumbangan besar dekat Malaysia ni tapi...hmph. Nak cakap macam kejam pulak tapi yelah, nak bagi korang faham kena lah cakap. Ini tanah Melayu dan sampai bila-bila pun tetap akan jadi tanah Melayu. Kalau tak suka boleh keluar. Anytime. Takde siapa nak halang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk yang bukan melayu, bersyukur je lah dapat duduk dalam negara yang aman ni. Bayangkan kalau lepas merdeka pejuang melayu halau nenek moyang korang baik negara asal sebab dikira sebahagian daripada tinggalan penjajah? Haaa tak ke lain cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong jangan contohi peribahasa beri betis nak paha tu ya. Sila bersyukur dengan apa yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Melayu yang dah ada macam-macam tu tak payah lah laid back sangat. Aku yang melayu tengok pun sakit mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Emo sebab ada anak separa melayu yang dua puluh empat jam mengutuk melayu. Pergi mati lah kau. Belajar pun atas ihsan Melayu tapi tak sedar diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-2016836224630512325?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2016836224630512325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2016836224630512325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2016836224630512325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2016836224630512325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/melayu-20.html' title='Melayu 2.0'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-4581763298492921570</id><published>2011-07-02T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:15:10.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook Friday'/><title type='text'>Facebook Friday - Pilot Episode</title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from today, I'll post up my facebook status updates and several items i shared on facebook every Friday. Facebook Friday, cool eh? I know *blushing* Why? Saje, nak share (read : blog aku, aku punya suka lah *typical habis* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, fb statuses don't last forever you know. Ye lah, blog ni boleh simpan lepastu bagi anak cucu baca. Status facebook makin lama makin hilang, tak gitu? Dah lah bebel panjang-panjang buat apa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Status updates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 1st July 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "Selagi kerajaan pegang kuasa selagi tu lah ada orang menyalak pilihan raya tak adil. *smirk* Lepasni kalau opposition menang agaknya bekas kerajaan pulak buat bersih. Sudahnya kalau dah semua sibuk terpekik terlolong atas jalan and buat sidang akhbar sana sini, negara nak bagi siapa jaga? Aku? Boleh jugak~"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 30 June 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "Link twitter with FB? No, thanks. Sebab bila status aku selalu sangat jadi top news dekat news feed and jadi benda pertama yang korang nampak bila login korang rasa jealous dan sindir sindir. Ceh, siapa yang komen sampai jadi top news huh? Anyway kalau link dengan twitter nanti lagi banyak kali nama naik so takpelah. Tak payah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WD TV Live sangat menggoda. RM300+ Nak beli ke tak nak....? Samsung S2 1TB pun menggoda jugak. Beli dua-dua RM600+ $___$ . Yeah i rather spend hundreds on those stuffs (and foods) than bags, shoes, clothes and makeups. That explains my last season outfits lol"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 29 June 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "Jangan mengada ngada melatah nanti kekal padan muka. I did that before and almost jadi pelatah tetap. Luckily i stopped earlier kalau tak hmph hilang hot HAHA Anyway, fact : melatah 'berjangkit' but it CAN be stopped"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuhh tadi ada satu driving school tu pakai kereta baru. Plastik pun tak bukak lagi. And of course lah boleh pasang air cond. Tapi aku terperuk dalam kereta lama. Berpeluh-peluh macam lari 400m. Stereng pulak memang mintak penampar. Clutch memang nak suruh aku terperosok kat bawah tu sebab kena tekan sehabis daya. Sumpah lah nak guna kereta sendiri driving school oiii."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 28 June 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "If you are proud of who you are now you should never be ashamed of your past. Without yesterday there will be no today nor tomorrow rite? Cherish your past, live in now and plan your future. You'll be doing just fine (: - Pesan Alya kepada diri sendiri.... LOL"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 26 June 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "Finally habis download Paradise Ranch dengan Sex and the City Season 4! Lily Umyra Norani nak la tu! HAHA Ongoing - City Hunter, Lie To Me &amp;amp; Miss Ripley. Lepas ni Protect The Boss pulak. Memang kena beli HD 1TB ^ ^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bilik dah bau macam kuil hindu sebab salah beli air freshener. =.="&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 25 June 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "Alahai hensemnye nazim othman HAHAHA ingat senang ke aku nak puji lelaki muka melayu hensem :D"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 23rd June 2011&lt;/u&gt; - "Bruno Mars had a Grenade, and Taio Cruz had a Dynamite, so they both threw them at Katy Perry who exploded like a Firework. The bang was﻿ so loud that the Black Eyed Peas forgot The Time, while Rihanna﻿ had memory loss and ran around saying Whats My Name.Scared﻿ The Far East Movement who began to fly like a﻿ G6.Avril started to say What The Hell. Nelly﻿ woke up and sighed as she said it was Just A Dream LMAO" - Copy-pasted from Meor's FB&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shared links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star - &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=%2F2011%2F6%2F30%2Fnation%2F9001310&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Wife posts bail for man charged with raping daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Let's all speak Parseltongue :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://herocomplex.latimes.com/2011/06/29/harry-potter-new-parseltongue-translator-lets-muggles-hiss-like-slytherin/"&gt;‘Harry Potter’: New Parseltongue translator lets muggles hiss like Slytherin | Hero Complex – movies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"CONFIRMED! 대박~!! 우리 재중이 ^^"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Jaejoong confirmed for Domestic Drama - &lt;a href="http://www.dbsknights.net/2011/06/news-110623-jaejoong-starring-in-boss.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter"&gt;DBSKnights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Music&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Ara - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoW5QHB9EeE&amp;amp;feature=share"&gt;Roly Poly MV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube -&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; "Patutlah macam familiar sangat. Ni lagu Tong Hua."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - Aliff Aziz - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVNEWj8f60U"&gt;Cinta Arjuna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2NE1 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7epNrIkjBv8&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;I Am The Best&lt;/a&gt; (SBS Inkigayo Comeback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s : menyampah kan aku buat macam ni? HAHAHA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-4581763298492921570?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4581763298492921570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4581763298492921570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4581763298492921570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4581763298492921570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook-friday-pilot-episode.html' title='Facebook Friday - Pilot Episode'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-6365570434003281236</id><published>2011-06-28T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T02:09:05.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politic'/><title type='text'>Bersihkah perhimpunan bersih?</title><content type='html'>LOL geli aku baca tajuk tu haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I disagree with Bersih. I mean, it's fine if you want to gather around lepastu terpekik terlolong nak itu ini. Go on. Tapi kalau apa yang kau buat tu sebabkan traffic congestion, buatkan orang rasa tak selamat bila polis gempur etc3 memang kau bodoh lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosan lah wey berarak arak ni. Ini bukan zaman 70an yang kalau kau berarak orang nak pandang sangat. OK maybe kau nak kata sebab perarakan, berkumpul ramai-ramai macam tu lah Mesir dapat tumbangkan pemimpin dia. Then what? Kelam kabut je aku tengok Mesir tu. Ekonomi jatuh, pelancong tak nak datang, orang yang kat sana sentiasa rasa tak selamat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini zaman teknologi. Kalau korang boleh kuasai 5 negeri (sekarang empat lah kan) masa pilihan raya lepas just thru media, apa yang nak gelabah sangat? What can I say, Bersih bukannya sebab nak tuntut keadilan sangat pun tapi sekadar desperate attempt untuk burukkan kerajaan pusat, jatuhkan ekonomi, takutkan pelancong yadda yadda yadda. With that, the government reputation will be tarnished. Lepastu boleh lah naik takhta daripada pembangkang jadi kerajaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhh childish gila~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me bullshits about Bersih tu telus. Tak ke mana telusnya kalau in the end menyusahkan orang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am government supporter. And I think the moment I turn 21 I'll register untuk jadi pengundi. And yeah, my undi won't be a secret whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm not that fanatic with politic. After all politic scene in Malaysia is full of bullshit. In both parties, yes. Kau nak kata UMNO corrupt, apa Pakatan Rakyat tu tak corrupt ke? Kes rasuah, apa kau ingat dalam kerajaan je ada rasuah? Malaikat ke dalam opposition tu sampai tak mungkin ada rasuah langsung? Fitnah. Ah yang tu tak payah cakap. Apart from race, politic in Malaysia is based on fitnah. Kau fitnah dia, dia fitnah kau. Penyokong yang setuju sama-sama share dosa fitnah. Kalau macam tu satu Malaysia ni pemfitnah sebenarnya. Funny~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to choose side, I'll go for a side that really protects the people. If one day, the opposition wins the election and able to prove themselves better and more able than the current government then I'll switch my vote too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? There's no such thing about being a lalang here. I'm nobody but a Malaysian who depends on the government. Kalau current government bagus, the I'll continue my support. Kalau macam sampah, then I'll switch in hope that my vote can make a difference. Cewah. Aku bukan anak menteri atau anak pengasas mana-mana parti yang perlu kekal dalam satu parti sampai mati. I won't rely on newspapers or stuff but more to what benefit I can get when I support this or that party. Siapa nak hidup dalam kerajaan yang menyusahkan, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's obvious why I think I should remain loyal with the government for the time being. So far, I've never faced any problem or difficulties under the ruling of Barisan Nasional. Peduli apa aku orang tu skandal seks ke, rasuah ke, bunuh Altantuya ke~ Ada ke orang politik yang moral dia bagus sangat? Paling minimum pun, terlibat dengan penyebaran fitnah. Tu scale paling kecik lah. Nak besar sikit video seks or bunuh Altantuya tu lah. Truth behind it...well it really is not for us to say. Kau cakap betul jadi fitnah, kau cakap bukan pun mungkin salah. Orang yang terlibat je yang tahu. Orang lain yang kecoh-kecoh tu sekadar jadi kera penambah perisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhh kesian~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't give any comment on those kind of issues. Kalau isu masuk masjid or hak melayu tu memang aku bising lah. Tapi kalau benda-benda tak pasti macam tu rasanya tak payahlah kot aku masuk campur. Dah banyak dosa dah ni, tak terfikir pun nak tambah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, tak perlu sibuk persoalkan moral orang. Jaga moral sendiri dulu. Alahai orang Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly tak perlulah nak kecoh sangat pasal politik unless kau tu orang penting dalam negara. Buat aku rasa jijik aje baca orang-orang yang menyalak cakap politik parti (insert name) tu sampah. Politik parti dia bagus. Lepastu gunakan faktor-faktor yang takde bukti. Adoi, kelakar wey. Tolonglah~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah macam tu, hina orang tu pulak. Cakap muka dia buruk lah kepala dia botak lah sebab tu tak layak jadi pemimpin. LMAO. Kepala botak dia tu simbol penyakit ke apa sampai tak layak jadi pemimpin? I'm generalizing here sebab when it comes to this kind of thing dua-dua parti sama aje bodohnya. Kalau kau cakap sebab dia gagap maybe boleh lah terima kot. Sikit. Sebab pemberita Malaysia ni penyabar gila so segagap mana pun dia, interview mesti habis punya. Lagipun kesian lah kot dia gagap. Kau sempurna jangan asyik nak kutuk orang aje. Dia gagap pun, bukannya dia buat kerja pakai mulut. Cuma for typical human being, kalau gagap tu mesti tak reti buat kerja. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, dear followers yang belum tentu baca blog aku ni. There are times when I randomly talk about politic or other stuff sebab hidup aku ni bukan berlandaskan kpop aje. Tak suka silalah unfollow sebab aku pun rimas stengok follower ramai-ramai kat atas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog aku ni bukan blog yang post gambar banyak-banyak dalam pelbagai gaya selendang. Ataupun blog yang buat contest gambar paling comel anda dan DSLR. Ataupun blog yang asyik update follower dah ada berapa sekarang. Sumpah bukan. Aku bukan buat blog sebab benda-benda tipikal tu lepastu bloghopping sana sini tinggalkan link tulis "I follow you. Follow lah i balik" Bullshit 100 percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write blog because I want to, not because I need to. Need to tu maksudnya kena update post hari-hari lepastu post apa yang follower nak baca sebab kalau macamtu baru lah banyak hit then nuffnang bagi cek tiap2 bulan. Nuffnang aku tu memang hiasan je wey. Saje ikut trend. Saje tiru Lily HAHA. Aku tak pernah bukak pun hah. And aku tulis apa yang aku nak tulis, bukan apa yang kau nak baca. Blog ni aku nak jadikan pusaka kau tahu? Buat apa aku tulis benda-benda yang kau suka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebab tu jugak lah nama blog aku ni My Own Perception bukan The Sweet and Pretty Alya ataupun The Sweet Life of a Teenage Girl. Geli mak OK tajuk gitew. Puh-leaseeee lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo pulak tiba-tiba. Bukan apa aku geli tengok blog yang banyak sangat gambar dan tips itu ini kononnya. Orang guna gambar-gambar kau tu buat super impose baru tahu lah kan. Ye, aku tahu. Kau nak tujuk kau cantik (KONONNYA) dekat satu dunia. Yelah. Suka hati lah. Kisah pulak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah, bye-bye. Penat picnic tau. Lepastu rasa nak demam. Hah cuak dah aku ni kot-kot tempat aku pergi tadi tu ada kes Kencing Tikus. Ohmaigod nauzubillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap, nak buat ending tipikal - Sila doakan saya sihat ye, pembaca semua~ Love, Alya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMAIGOD GELI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-6365570434003281236?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/6365570434003281236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=6365570434003281236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6365570434003281236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6365570434003281236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/06/bersihkah-perhimpunan-bersih.html' title='Bersihkah perhimpunan bersih?'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5387494762819741491</id><published>2011-06-18T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:39:37.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror on the wall...</title><content type='html'>who's the most hypocrite amongst all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through life I've met different people with different style, different way of life, different attitude yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stand that but not hypocrisy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes everyone wants to sound like they are saint or something but come on... Though some people might believe those bullshit, people around you who'd known you all this while will think that you are such a jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about some people who had gone so low as to say he really doesn't think he's one hella good guy nor he has one awesome brain and such whenever he wrote in blog or fb status etc when truth it, amongst his close friends he brag about being so good. Really, is blog/facebook a place for you to be such an attention whore? Yes, you were seeking for attention. It IS okay not to be totally honest on anything you own online because some people might find out how to use those details in wicked ways. Still, can you please, at least, not talk about it 'too saintly?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When us, as your friend can tolerate your i-am-good-in-everything behaviour, why wouldn't you just show it off on the net? Is there really a need to have a split personality when you are online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys the hell out of me, someone who knows you longer than those who read your blog or your status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your life and all. Fine. I'm totally not planning to interfere your life but as a friend I'd like you to know that those acts are DISGUSTING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, you said I'm such a you-know-what because I was being myself. Hek eleyh, at least I'm honest. You don't like it how I sound so poyo in my blog when in real life you acknowledged me as one poyo girl, huh? How about you then? You are just as poyo outside tho you transformed into someone so religious, and humble and what not in your blog. Is that really acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering why am i writing this in my blog when I've already told you so, it's just because I want the whole universe to know that a person who acts just like you deserves my utmost hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-5387494762819741491?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/5387494762819741491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=5387494762819741491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5387494762819741491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5387494762819741491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/06/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, mirror on the wall...'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5678090401505292470</id><published>2011-06-17T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:33:24.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The goddess of complain</title><content type='html'>Uh-uh. That's me. And I guess complainS suit me better but nah I have image to be taken care of *diva mood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have known me for years know that I'm someone who'd complain about almost anything. And I'm &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt; proud of that. lol. &lt;i&gt;Why don't you stop then?&lt;/i&gt; You might ask. But seriously it's way easier said than done. Of course. When it comes to me nothing in this world seems easy. *negative*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just so you know it's in the blood. I have &lt;i&gt;'complain-on-everything genes'&lt;/i&gt; in my blood. Inherited it from BOTH my parents. Yes, both. Alah kamon lah. Macam korang tak pernah complain pasal apa-apa pffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm here to complain more and more. And it's related to my exam result. My asshole-like result. Pardon my French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anugerah Naib Canselor is so not gonna be mine. Missed the DL this sem but yeah I'm gonna aim for 1st class degree. Tak kuasa mak nak bayar balik PTPTN tu, tahu? Though the result was obviously caused by my last-minute study, I won't say it was totally my mistake. Don't you know I'm always right? Now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I browsed through my result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; (Wow that's truly unexpected *happy*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt; (seriously? I thought I'd have gotten at most B+ *double happiness*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; (Expected *still happy*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; (WTF? Tapi OK lah tu. I though I might have failed *happiness meter slightly drop*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A+&lt;/span&gt; (REALLY??? I didn't see that coming! *joget lambak*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt; (Kepala hotak..... C? Seriously? C? Who cares about the +. C? C? *curse*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt; (*blank* I got a C?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt; (*blank* seriously she gave me C?!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The C totally wiped my brain empty. And because of that C, no DL for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advise for today, &lt;u&gt;NEVER RELY ON TIPS or SPOTS THOUGH THEY CAME FROM THE LECTURER HIM/HERSELF.&lt;/u&gt; And here I am to give excuses to make myself feels better. Yeah putting the blame on someone else is way more practical than blaming myself for the time being. Well, who would want to suffer twice right? Dah lah result macam $%^&amp;amp;* lepastu nak kena salahkan diri sendiri pulak. Duhh that's so not how the world works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, my exam schedule was crazy itself. All those 3 subjects I didn't get A for were the &lt;i&gt;hatrick-tortures-toward-the-end-of-exam&lt;/i&gt;. Meaning there were no gaps between all three papers and during the finale paper my brain was totally blank due to the excessive amount of ilmu (kononnya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I am putting the blame on the person in charge of arranging the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll go back blaming myself when my hormone stabilize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all 8 subjects, 6 had final papers, 4 came with spots aka tips from the lecturers, directly and indirectly. Though they were rather unreliable I chose to trust the tips and eventually it works wonder for two papers. Only. The other two, well let's just say spots are not their thang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer for C+ subject &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(duhh I'm hating the subject more and more)&lt;/span&gt; gave us ton of tips and let us put it this way - If there were 10 tips, only 1 or 2 were real and were there in the question paper. The rest were just some kind of I-have-no-idea what. Served me right ayy? Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK truth was there were 3 sets of question paper (or maybe more, IDK) for the exam and the lecturer herself didn't know which one will be picked by the orang atasan. So she just gave us tips on whatever she thought would came out in the exam (or should I say she knew might or might not came out seeing that she was the one who created those questions after all) and unfortunately &lt;u&gt;almost none&lt;/u&gt; of the tips appeared. At least that was what we were told and forced to believe because it does sounds logic anyway. Whatevs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh I sound like some whiny ass am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I have to answer my mum later on for not getting a DL so forgive me this one time, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I was actually please with the B+ as you can't see above. That was some kind of killer subject (literally because it killed me every time i entered the class) and I know I wouldn't even get an A since my carried mark was so sampah. The highest grade I could get was A- which would also meant I scored 100 during the exam. Memang tak lah kan. B+ means I got around 70-85 for the writing paper. Fulamak. If you know what subject I'm talkin about you'll be awed *perasan* Although somewhere inside me believed the lecturer to be extremely lenient during marking I'd rather believe I did well. Sue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my target the first A should have been B, and the A- after that was supposed to be B+. The A+ was totally awesome and though my pointer was somewhat annoying, the A+ made my day. That was why i said my result was kind of up and down. Happy at some parts, totally annoyed at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, there's only one option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in qada' and qadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-5678090401505292470?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/5678090401505292470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=5678090401505292470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5678090401505292470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5678090401505292470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/06/goddess-of-complain.html' title='The goddess of complain'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7990610870315185586</id><published>2011-06-06T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:32:05.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>Parks and Amenity Management.</title><content type='html'>That's the name of the course I'm taking currently. Since Ive decided to blog about this I think it will be wise if none of you continue asking me &lt;i&gt;"course apa kau amik kat uitm?"&lt;/i&gt; It annoys the hell out of me, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell that course's about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I bet you anything it's the most unknown course that exists in UiTM...and Malaysia. Truth that, UiTM is not the only university which offers this course. UPM had recently introduced similar course while some private universities had been taking enrollments for the past years. UiTM's the pioneer anyway. There goes my UiTM pride LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished my 2nd semester or part 2 as we call it here (in UiTM). In other word, I'm approaching 2nd YEAR babeh. Yang baru nak masuk Part II tu *cough*lily*cough* masih berada di tahun PERTAMA ya hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People had been asking me with such annoying expression of &lt;i&gt;what-the-hell-is-that&lt;/i&gt; whenever I told them what course I'm currently taking. Or some others yang nak nampak macam pandai will say &lt;i&gt;'oh buat landskap ye?"&lt;/i&gt; Duhh~ It's totally different. Park aka Taman doesn't only refers to playground/TAMAN permainan or Taman bunga yadda yadda yadda. Just so you know, Genting Highland is a park too. &lt;u&gt;TAMAN&lt;/u&gt; Tema Genting Highland anyone? So does Sunway Lagoon. &lt;u&gt;TAMAN&lt;/u&gt; Tema Air Sunway Lagoon isn't it? Boo you for being so ignorant. Lol. I bet you anything 99 percent of Malaysians had never regard both Sunway Lagoon and Genting Highland as taman tho both of those places are obviously theme PARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. We don't have anything to do with landscape, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we learn during our first year? (OMG I love this term hihihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one subjects are Fundamentals of Parks and Amenity, Recreation &amp;amp; Leisure, Appreciation of Art &amp;amp; Design, Introduction to Information &amp;amp; Computer Technology and Introduction to Plant Materials. Along with two other unrelated but required-to-pass subjects (English and Co-curriculum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of P&amp;amp;A means to teach us the history of Parks, type of Parks, the father of Park yadda yadda yadda. Who's the father of park? Frederick Law Olmsted. Whoa I can't believe I remember his name lol. He wasn't really a father of park but more to landscape architecture. Yet he was the one who designed the Central Park in US with someone named Vaux or something. Now, don't you dare question my A in this subject. History is always my thing... *proud* For part 1, this subject holds the highest credit hours (4) so gettin an A for it is a bit advantageous for your GPA. Forewarn tho, the lecturer's kinda hard to please (which give me another reason to be&lt;b&gt; very&lt;/b&gt; proud of my A hihihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recreation and Leisure is about managing your free time so you won't grow up as a lazy-ass human being. Well, I was joking. It's about leisure and how you associate it with recreation. Then there's also marketing. It sounds kinda odd for marketing to be somewhere in leisure &amp;amp; recreation book but it actually makes sense as well marketed and managed leisure and recreation can become a source of economy to a country. I don't really like this subject tho because it makes easy stuffs sound complex. For example, leisure to us = free time, right? But in this subject leisure has different meanings depends on how you take it. In other word, it has no exact meaning so don't bother asking me &lt;i&gt;"if leisure is not equal to free time, what is it?"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation of A&amp;amp;D is my worst subject because I hate anything related to drawing. Unfortunate to me, drawing &amp;amp; this course is so inseparable. And yeah obviously I didn't get an A pffft. This subject is all about drawing but no, you won't be learning the basics of drawing blah blah blah. In this class, you are expected to know how to draw as if your mum delivered you along with drawing equipments in a condition where you've already finished a portrait of your mum's reproduction system.  *smirk* But the lecturer's cool so you won't have to worry much. Honestly I don't even think this subject is important you see because we are supposed to end up being a park manager not park designer. Yet the department thought we won't be a good manager if we don't understand the design process. *nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to ICT sounds ridiculous to a computer &amp;amp; internet freak like me. To my uttermost embarrassment, I didn't score A in this subject either. Perhaps because I didn't sit for one of the tests and I always, I repeat, always submitted my assignments late. We had assignments every week and I tend to forget to get em done every week too *sigh* Anyways, this subject taught us about computer and its components, the software and hardware and yadda yadda yadda. Let's do a confession here, shall we? I spent half of my hours in the class bloghopping. And yet I complained about the B+ I got. Boo myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we learned about plants. Intro to Plant Materials was the hardest subject in my opinion. You wouldn't call it easy either if you have to memorize scientific names and the physical characteristics of trees, would you? Won't you mind having to memorize all those Shorea-whatever next-species name before you go to sleep? Or to remember that Peltophorum Pterocarpum started with 'P' for both words? No? It's a bit like Biology met Geography (remember when we had to learn about forests and stuff during lower secondary Geography?). For this subject, we spent a day in *something*something* Forest to collect leaves. I'm not joking. Leaves, yes. And then, made a scrapbook. Ain't that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was all about part 1. As for part 2, there are more subjects but I guess I'll write about that later. After I've got my result of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what Park and Amenity Management &lt;u&gt;really is&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a course that aimed to produce Park Managers who will manage the parks in Malaysia. Simple~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, from what I heard, amongst all the alumni of my course only one person is becoming a park manager. I said becoming because I was told that he is currently one post lower than Park manager. Heh~ I don't really know tho. Most of them got other jobs which are more or less unrelated to this course. It's not that there's no job available. It's just that Malaysia is yet to take Parks as money spinners compared to Australia or UK therefore park comes last I guess after skyscrapers, beautiful yet rarely full mosques, uninhabited housing areas etc etc etc *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think this course of mine should be taken seriously by the government and local authorities. Cehh...cita-cita besar. Well, bukan apa. We were asked to do some assignments on several parks in Malaysia and we never failed to notice the obvious reasons why Parks in Malaysia are so not popular amongst tourists. I mean, apart from all those National Parks and theme parks, other parks such as the recreation, parks, bird parks, orchid garden (yes it's part of parks), lake garden and what not aren't &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;famous. Even local people don't really prefer to go to parks. Balik-balik rempit aje yang bertabur kat taman-taman dalam Malaysia ni. LMAO. What's the reasons anyway? Well, lack of promotion, poor signage, cleanliness issue etc. It's a waste, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more weaknesses these parks hold, the more works we have to do for our assignments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-7990610870315185586?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7990610870315185586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7990610870315185586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7990610870315185586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7990610870315185586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/06/parks-and-amenity-management.html' title='Parks and Amenity Management.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-4747927846791064187</id><published>2011-06-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:09:32.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><title type='text'>Racism part I</title><content type='html'>Who the hell cares? The politicians of course.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hot topic eh? *roll eyes* I'd call this one an evergreen issue. Despite all the controversies and scandals and blah blah blah in Malaysia, this issue has somehow remains big and being talked about. Proud huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK what really cause this racism thingy. Yeah I'm just an ordinary girl who sits in front of her laptop spazzing on Kpop boybands everyday. But I PERSONALLY think nobody gives a damn to be a racist except when there are some issues. What kind of issues? Well, let's see. A nasty criminal case involving two different races? The so-called sensitive issue related to a race's custom or whatever? The what this or that race deserves compared to another race? *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please. Don't deny all the above reasons. It occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be racism cases when there is an inter-race crime cases. For example, remember the murder of Canny Ong? She was killed by a Malay.  Though the whole nation was shocked and mad at the murderer and pity the victim and her family despite of the races, some assholes managed to find a way to condemn Malay as ruthless, evil etc etc etc. When there was a later case about a Malay man who was killed brutally by a Chinese Ah Long some Malays had blown their whistle on Chinese generally. And then the Chinese retaliated by bringing up the case of Canny Ong, again. Childish much, eh? Yet it happened. And doesn't mean when I didn't include cases of other races apart from Chinese and Malay there were no cases involving them. No. This kind of racism argument happens regardless of the races whenever there are cases on one race abusing another race. Note that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just normal for human beings to keep on blaming others to make themselves somewhat exceptional. Everyone does that. But when it involves certain race with another race it is NOT all right fosho. Blaming other race as if they only breed to produce criminals and what not is so wrong. Don't you people realize that criminals exist despite of the races? If you believe in the existence of Satan and what they do to human beings, you wouldn't be blaming the whole race just because one of them had harmed someone from your race. Why? Because I don't think Satan prefer one race more than another you see. I never knew if amongst 1000 Satan the ratio will be 5:3:2 for different races. Funny~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in future, whenever any kind of inter-race criminal cases occur stop pointing fingers as if your race were born maksum (protected from committing sin). Don't emphasize on the criminal's race or religion. That's just gonna make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cause is when one race complained that another race had somehow violated their rights by discussing on what they call sensitive issue. For example, Malays (mostly) got their panties twisted when the other races call them laid back, subsidy hunger and can only survive because of the 'bumiputera' status. Well, honestly this laid back issues aren't only common amongst Malay but the whole world. From my experience of living this beautiful world for 20 years, I must admit that I think the Chinese are more hardworking than other races but I've seen hardworking Indians and Malays too so no big deal. And I've seen laid back Chinese and Indians too so again, no big deal. It's because of the 'special rights' of the Malays (Bumiputeras) of Malaysia that makes them seem so laid back and lazy and what not. Truth is, a lot of Malays work hard too. A lot of Malays struggle too. But some people don't seem to realize that because they can only analyze negative things when it comes to Malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for being subsidy hunger, no. It's totally not Malays who are being subsidy hunger. It's the whole nation. Truth hurts ayyy? When the government talk about reducing the subsidy the whole nation would erupted as if they'd die without subsidy. And the action was only to reduce, not to revoke the whole subsidy. LOL. Malaysians sure know how to react more than other people would eh? We are Malaysian lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Malays can only survive because of the 'bumiputera' status? Come on... Bumiputera doesn't means Malay only. The Orang Asli also falls under bumiputera status. The Sarawakians and Sabahans are bumiputeras too. Why haven't I heard anyone saying Orang Aslis are able to live just because they are bumiputera? Sheesh~ Anyway, not only Malays benefited from the bumiputera status. &lt;br /&gt;Lots of Malays don't really give a damn with these bumiputera thingy because we know we can still survive without it. A lot of Malaysian Malays who live overseas managed to lead one hella good life without the special right whatever don't they? The point here is efforts. Similar issue will be about private companies that list 'fluency in Mandarin' under the requirement for certain post. Though Malay is the national language, they only list English and Mandarin as compulsory. The relation I see from this issue with the special rights thing is that it certainly benefits one race only. But does that means Malays or other races who don't speak the language can't apply for that job? Sure they can as along as they make an effort to learn both languages. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the special rights thing, tho there won't be any ways for other races to be included to receive the so-called special treatment, they can still succeed if they make enough effort, don't they? It's not like they would be denied on everything due to the existence of the special rights. There are still opportunities as long as they work hard for it. Somehow I wonder the reason why they ask for equality. Is it really because they think it's unfair or because they just want to be as laid back as they accused the bumiputeras of being? Nobody knows. Heh~ Although the special treatment is beneficial for us bumiputeras, I don't think we'll suffer much without it. I mean, all those laid back and lazy ass Malays will for sure but I think we're pretty much fine with or without it. At least I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian community got some issues too. It was kinda funny for me for that thing to be an issue but that must be because I'm ignorant of their custom. What issue? Well, the Indians got their nose disjointed regarding the word pariah. I don't really know what pariah means but what I know is that it is one of the most offensive word amongst the Indians. That was why they fought with all their mights to have that word removed from the Interlok novel. Though some people said that it's irrelevant an 'all-politic' for them to protest, we can only guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people who protested didn't even read the whole novel and understand the real reason on why the word pariah was there but just protested because they regard it as offensive. Or maybe because they were influenced by people who had read the whole novel but failed to understand the reason why the word should be included. But, who can blame them? Not being an Indian ourselves, how can we say they shouldn't really protested or they should read the novel and understand it first blah blah blah. Do you think you understand the offensiveness of the word pariah more than them? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I can't agree with them when they questioned the Kamus Dewan. I think it was an overreaction. All sorts of offensive words are there, including the Malay words. In my opinion, asking those words to be removed is so like denying the existence of the word at all. It's a dictionary for God's sake. And the dictionary only explains the word, not using it to bash any Indians. Look at the positive side, okay? Perhaps with the word being included in the dictionary people with functioning brain will know that they are not to use it because it's offensive? Even if they do, blame the people who did it. Not the dictionary. And just because the dictionary is a Malay dictionary don't go around calling us racist. It's not like all Malays wrote that dictionary in relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Chinese, most of the complains I heard was that them not being given what they deserve, especially when it comes to scholarship and any other education related things. Yeah, I understand what they felt. Imagine working so hard just to have your applications denied everywhere. Anyway, this is totally different from what I've discussed in my previous post mind you. This is about being denied by local universities, not about them whining to be sent overseas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese students undeniably eat the textbooks. Ok, ok. I was joking. What I mean here, Chinese students usually scored well in exams. Why? Because they worked hard. Why they worked hard? Because they know they are not included to receive any special rights. Well, I still think the bumiputera rights is not something to be questioned but it does have to be changed here and there. Anyways, their main complain is that they scored exceptionally better than most of the bumiputeras who were accepted in local universities etc. Usually after SPM. In matriculation for example, the majority of the students are of course Malays. Yet, I think the quota for non-malays should be increased. Now, now. Don't go around calling me pengkhianat bangsa etc. I just think that it's better if the MOE really accept students based on their result. It's just unfair to give places in matriculation/foundation programs to a bumiputera students who got 3A's in SPM compared to the non-bumiputeras who scored straight As. I think it's just a bit cruel to act like that to those young students (talking as if I'm so old and matang lah kan). And then you ask why some of them hate Malays eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's not right either to blame the Malays because &lt;strike&gt;they&lt;/strike&gt; we were given the opportunity the other races didn't. Blame the people above okay. It's not our fault we were given special treatment. Well, certainly it's a fortunate thing for us but we can accept the fact too if we were rejected because there were better people than us. Again, at least I can (; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I think it's a bit unwise to ask UiTM to allow non-bumiputera students. I think you should look at the bright side. UiTM accepts more students than any other universities (sampai kolej tak cukup and menyusahkan student untuk duduk luar =.= ) and the students accepted are all bumiputeras. Doesn't that means more places are available for non-bumiputeras at another IPTAs? No? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these are some of the reasons I saw that played a great deal in causing racism. There are more you know, like the education system (the SRJK and what not) and some other issues. But I think I'll discuss (cewah) about it in part II or part III or whatever parts that might come next. This post is long enough I guess. I think only those who read the newspaper and concern about the unity of Malaysians would bother to read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find some of my points arguable, then go on. Argue about it. Or if you think I'm so lack in information and only acted as if I really know what's happening then I apologize for being so info-less. Wait, rewind that. I apologize for not being able to please you, not being able to outsmart you and not being able to convince you. Above all, I guess I apologize for using the freedom of speech to give out opinions based on my own perception in my own blog. My deepest condolences if you think nobody know the world except you *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I'm just a girl who pathetically fail to understand why there's a need to be racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-4747927846791064187?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4747927846791064187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4747927846791064187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4747927846791064187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4747927846791064187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/06/racism-part-i.html' title='Racism part I'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2540280817130325998</id><published>2011-06-02T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:51:41.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><title type='text'>And so what with Malaysian education?</title><content type='html'>I read the newspaper just now and there was this one letter, wrote by a student who scored 8A+ in his SPM. He demanded MARA to reconsider his and his fellow friends' scholarship application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word man... BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of the word takde rezeki? No? Come on... IDK why but lately all these students really had disgust me. Here and there students are complaining about being denied a scholarship tho they'd scored well in SPM. There are thousands of people with excellent result out there and you expect all of you to get scholarship huh? What's more, you guys DEMANDED to be sent overseas? Craps~ Don't tell me you studied hard just because you want to further your studies oversea? Not because you think the knowledge will be important in years to come? Wow... I really feel like cursing, dude. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, your excuses will be &lt;i&gt;'we want better education'&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; 'we want more experience'&lt;/i&gt; or some people with such narrow mind will undoubtedly say&lt;i&gt; 'Malaysia universities are not up to standard'&lt;/i&gt; yadda yadda yadda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.T.F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those excuses are not acceptable at all. Not even considerable. Better education, huh? What the hell do you think us, local university students got from our classes? Low-class version of information of all the subjects we're taking? We learn the same thing oversea students learn, kiddo. We use international standard text books, refer to internationally approved thesis and articles for our assignments and project works. Who are you kidding now? And what kind of experience do you wish to get? An experience of being in the same class with bra-less blondie? LOL. Yeah, I know you guys meant to have different 'study environment' and stuff but is that really important? Will the so-called cozy environment ensure you 4-flats in your transcript? Sheesh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, kau ingat belajar oversea tu habis hebat lah? Layak sangat lah kau tu nak bersaing dengan orang luar negara tu? Hebat meletop sangat lah result kau tu sampai rasa diri tu terlalu direndahkan kalau sekadar masuk ipta/ipts tempatan? Bullshit man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat sikit lah, hujan emas di negara orang, hujan batu di negara sendiri tapi lebih baik di negara sendiri. Kan? Apa yang desperate sangat nak study kat oversea tu sampai tak pandang local universities? Apa, kau ingat semua orang dalam Malaysia ni bayar cukai semata-mata nak hantar kau belajar kat luar negara ke apa? Eh baiklah guna duit tu untuk bangunkan pendidikan tempatan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, kau hebat. Scored 9A+, 8A+ blah blah blah. Let me tell you one thing ok. I have one friend who scored straight 1As in her SPM but she didn't get any scholarship. She didn't even got a place in matriculation nor IPTAs foundation programs. Since she can't afford private university's fees she was left with no choice but to continue with form 6. And she wasn't alone. All over Malaysia, there are plenty of people who shared the same fate. What makes you so superior to be given the opportunity to further your study overseas when history shown that lots of people didn't get the chance either? Wake up kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you don't say it, based on you desperate attempt to get a scholarship though you were initially denied gave me an idea that you think local universities suck, rite?  Fine, I'm not a mind reader and I was just speculating but your actions surely speak louder than words. You even dared yourself to send a complain letter to the newspaper so that your plea would be heard. What was that for, really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gain your own money then pergi lah belajar even sampai Antartika pun. Nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, tak mati punya tak dapat scholarship. Isn't it good being close to your family while studying? Being able to celebrate all the festive seasons merrily? No? You prefer being a sad crying fag when you hear the Takbir Raya and all...eh? Dude, please don't think it's all beer and skittles out there (overseas). Life is gonna be harder there than it already is in Malaysia. You think you whiny ass can handle that? JOKE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously you guys pissed me off. Big time. Dah tak dapat scholarship tu, duduk aje diam-diam. Kalau nak sangat pun, buat rayuan diam-diam. Tak payah nak kecoh sana sini for yourself to be heard. Masa ni lah nak belajar redha, nak belajar terima hakikat and nak beriman dengan qada dan qadar ok? Pernah dengar pasal usaha&amp;gt;berserah&amp;gt;redha? Don't call your whining &amp;amp; blaming the personnel in charge of the scholarship as usaha.. that's just plain disgusting. You've filled the form and attended the interview. So it's time for you to sit back and relax and wait for the result. If it turns out your application was rejected, fill in the borang rayuan and again, wait for the result. If you still fail, then it's time to realize that you are DESTINED to continue your studies here, in this beloved Malaysia. Habis cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa, belajar dekat universiti tempatan ni loser sangat ke hoi? 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Anyway, she is &lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;teen, a MALAY and a (so-called) MUSLIM. Memalukan, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a so-called Islamic country, lots of Malaysian muslims were shocked, angry and etc due to that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she was &lt;u&gt;top trending &lt;strike&gt;worldwide&lt;/strike&gt; in Malaysia on twitter&lt;/u&gt; (manalah mak tahu noks!), followers blog mencanak naik and got lots of facebook page created under her name! So jejariruncing wasn't it? Tapi version jijik lah. Jejariruncing tu walaupun menggelikan aku jugak dah bertunang nak kahwin pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi orang-orang yang marah atas nama Islam tu mencarut bukan main. Islam habis..... yang dekat facebook gambar bertudung pun ada tapi tulis dekat &lt;strike&gt;fan&lt;/strike&gt;hate-page dia &lt;i&gt;"p*****k lah perempuan sundal . Dah mengangkang bagi jantan jolok nak bangga2 pulak"&lt;/i&gt; yadda yadda yadda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what was that? Awak, with those words awak dah jatuh sama level dengan dia, tahu? Ehhh orang Malaysia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamon lah budak umur empatbelas tak cukup kasih sayang memang macamtu. I wasn't really surprised. And dia ingat dia gangster. Cakap pakai wa-lu. Eh, no. Waa-lue. haha BULLSHIT. Hey aku masa empatbelas pun gangster doh. Hari hari aku ponteng kelas. Lepas tu kan, aku bergaduh dengan budak form 4. Waa lagi gangster daripada lue kan? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, one day bila dia sedar dia dah buat the biggest mistake of her life (kalau dia sedar lah kan) dia akan rasa saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangat malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be surprised if she had the idea of committing suicide u see. I read her blog, yes all the post (malu pulak nak mengaku) and there was one post about her broke up with her boyfriend and she mentioned something like nak bunuh diri and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question, mana &lt;i&gt;mama&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;daddy&lt;/i&gt; dia? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she reminds me of budak-budak kain senteng yang suka lepak dekat bus stop smkbs lepas sekolah. takpun lepak dekat teluki. menyemak aje bercanda bersuka ria atas jalan tar tu tiap2 kali aku nak balik rumah. Lebih kurang macam tu lah perangainya. Bangga meraba-raba di tepi jalan dan berkiss-kiss masih juga di tepi jalan. Bezanya tak buat blog aje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that shows how pathetic these young fellas can be. Benda ni bukan benda baru. It happens everywhere. Cuma dulu bangga no longer a virgin tu dalam live conversation. So, paling jauh tersebar pun dalam sekolah aje. But bila dah ada internet and ada sindrom &lt;i&gt;aku-pun-nak-buat-blog-jugak-so-boleh-famous-macam-hanis-zalikha&lt;/i&gt; macam ni lah jadinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, seriously I don't think she deserves all the blames. She might have been influenced by the surroundings. And at the age of fourteen, i believe she's willing to do anything that grown ups do. Sex, shisha and etc. Her young mind interpreted those as cool. So do her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's someone/some people to be blamed, it's her parents and her friends' parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I complained a lot on how strict my parents are, I know they don't lead me into self destruction. My parents, especially my mum, still controls me at this age. Yeah totally annoying yet deep inside I know it's for the best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered someone telling me how his friends are all 'rosak akhlak' and stuff and guess not the reason - their parents had never pay attention to their whereabouts, who they hang out with and what they do outside. Come on... Beranak pandai tapi jaga anak tak tahu. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people, just pray that one day, when you get married and have a daughter, karma won't come back at you. Well, you see... kita dah kutuk dia sehabis daya. Dosa tu... so doa lah semua kutukan tu tak patah balik kena kat keturunan kita. Nauzubillah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Semua orang kata rugi dia tak ada Nuffnang. Setuju seratus peratus. Lepas ni semua yang ada nuffnang nak buat post macam tu jugak tak? I can't. Boyfriend pun tak pernah ada, macam mana nak cakap pasal dah takde dara and stuff? 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But God didn't.&lt;br /&gt;How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?&lt;br /&gt;All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the&lt;br /&gt;world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:   No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says&lt;br /&gt;your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat,&lt;br /&gt;white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold.&lt;br /&gt;We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go&lt;br /&gt;any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we&lt;br /&gt;use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.&lt;br /&gt;Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.&lt;br /&gt;You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you&lt;br /&gt;have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness&lt;br /&gt;darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality.&lt;br /&gt;You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God.&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing the concept of God as something finite,&lt;br /&gt;something we can measure.&lt;br /&gt;Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism,&lt;br /&gt;but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a&lt;br /&gt;substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a&lt;br /&gt;monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :  Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the&lt;br /&gt;argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and&lt;br /&gt;cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not&lt;br /&gt;teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it,&lt;br /&gt;touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so.&lt;br /&gt;So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable&lt;br /&gt;protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir.. The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://remindernow.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-you-proof-that-there-is-creator.html"&gt;http://remindernow.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; If you are an Atheist, might want to read the whole post (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always wonder how can I ever answer such question from an atheist. Someone asked me such question before but I was lacking in knowledge to explain much deeper about it. 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And currently, I'm sick of worries because my nyawa is in dangerous situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nyawa = my 3 hard disks. (250GB + 320GB + 640GB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left two of them in my mum's car and yesterday, she went back without it. It turned out that, she'd sent it for repair because about two weeks ago some stupid bitch hit the car from behind. My mom stopped at traffic light and that was where it happened but i bet she got her license through some stupid driving school as she said "nobody ever stop at that particular traffic light" Eh bodoh betul jadi manusia. Kalau dah ada kereta berduyu-duyun kat depan tu pun tak payah berhenti lah kan. Bagus. Ujian komputer dapat 50 kah? Luckily my mum was in a proton's car so all she got... I mean, the car got - was a few cracks at the bumper and the plat number. Her car was a perodua and you know how lembik perodua cars are so hers was badly injured. Kemek macam langgar lori aje gayanya. Padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my nyawa, well, my mum said she's going to take back the car this evening so I'm praying hard those mechanics yang hensem-hensem (ayat bodek) bukanlah daripada kalangan pencuri hendaknya. My mum had brought out all stuffs (which means shoes shoes shoes shoes shades bags. Well it's a woman car, what do you expect.) from the car but she didn't see my hard disks. So I guess it will be possible nobody's going to see it...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering why I heart my hard disks like crazy and why the hell i need that many hard disks, well... IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent years downloading stuffs and all of em are in the hard disks. I won't be this worried if I have backups for all files but unfortunately I don't. You don't have any idea how important those stuffs are. Fine, the movies and videos blah blah might not be important but my pictures since school days are all in there! I can't afford to lose em. Also my assignments and academic stuffs. *Sigh* Yes, I keep all my assignments. Kau ingat senang ke nak buat semua assignment tu that I can just delete em once I've sent them? No way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 250GB hard disk contains all those important things + some softwares + some movies + MY BELOVED DBSK STUFFS (Concert video, dramas, variety shows, songs etc3 which you might no longer be able to download atm) + other korean stuffs (MVs, Variety shows etc). Gosh I can't afford to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is my brand new 640GB hard disk with about 20GB free space left. That hard disks contain all the dramas I've downloaded since post-spm days! Oh my supernatural! oh my gossip girl! oh my japanese dramas! oh my korean dramas! 70% of the dramas are those I haven't watch yet!! Oh my jae~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My movie hard disk is safe and sound with me. That one contains movies too but since it's already full I had to transfer some of em (especially the recently-downlaoded-movies) to the first hard disks. T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, it sounds like I'm bragging here. Pardon that, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, most of the things in my hard disks are in the 'watch later' list if you get what I mean. I downloaded a lot of stuffs but didn't watch most of them. I wanted too but I dedicated most of my times downloading new stuffs. Heh. Whatever. At least some people benefit from my hardworks you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ni makin ramai lah nak pinjam hard disks aku =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray with me peeps. Pray that my hard disks will still be there when my mum bring the car home. *praying hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Those who'd copied my dramas and other files, DO NOT DELETE EM. I might need to copy em back. Pretty pleaseeee~ I've been very nice to you guys right, by lending you my nyawa? So this might be the time where you can return my kindness. 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Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I really am retyping this. It’s a bit stupid, really but I just feel the need to preserve the memory of one stupidly written kpop article I’ve came across so far. This won’t really sound the same as the previous one, because apparently I didn’t memorize anything I wrote earlier. Still, the disgusted feeling I have for the writer won’t fade. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a writer aka journalists from local newspaper, the so-called number 1 Malay newspaper in Malaysia – Berita Minggu wrote a negative article on Kpop. It was entitled ‘Control teen’s fanaticism on Kpop – three reasons why Korean artists are idolized,’published on April 24, 2011. I didn’t do some kind of direct translating here but basically that’s what it means. Feel free to give me more appropriate title if you may. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are (again) the 2 pages article published;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBnyE4Pw0aI/TbY6zBsCk4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/gZbNGq-035s/s1600/page1vw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBnyE4Pw0aI/TbY6zBsCk4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/gZbNGq-035s/s320/page1vw.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uB5FQQUoBs/TbY6eZIB44I/AAAAAAAAA0E/tALrRYKmvpc/s1600/page2ya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uB5FQQUoBs/TbY6eZIB44I/AAAAAAAAA0E/tALrRYKmvpc/s320/page2ya.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Redstar posted this on their Facebook page, which was how I got to know about it. My dad didn’t buy BeritaMinggu yesterday, IDK why. It was a bit unusual because usually there would be three different newspapers on Sunday – Mingguan Malaysia, Berita Minggu and Sunday Star. Perhaps it was sold out? Perhaps a lot of Kpop fans bought it because they wanted to read what rubbish had been written in regards to their lovely idols? Again, IDK. Nobody knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the writer’s intention was to get public attention then I’d have to congratulate her. Hundreds or maybe thousands Kpop fans in Malaysia knew about it. But if she was expecting some sort of positive feedback, well, she really had it wrong there. Nobody should bash Kpop. Nobody. Especially if that person was a totally unknown human being who had never listens to Kpop. Well, I bet she had never listened to Kpop or else she’d probably be aware of the after effects of her writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call us obsess, we wouldn’t mind. I’m not saying being obsess to Kpop is a good thing but lemme tell you something, being obsessed to Kpop is wayyy better than being obsessed to local scene. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the article, well the three points highlighted were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethos (character conveyance), Pathos (emotion conveyance), Logos (value conveyance). I don’t really know what those words meant so I just translated it literally from the paper. Not that they are important anyways as I just want to highlight and somehow ‘teach’ the writer to get her facts straight before writing such article.&lt;br /&gt;She gave several reasons on why/how Kpop can be dangerous to Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;One, Kpop kills local industry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it ever needed Kpop to be as lame as it is now. Do not live in denial, dear woman. Local entertainment industries have been dead for years. Go to hell with “the statistic shown that local entertainment industry have grown 13% yadda yadda yadda” because it didn’t brings much changes. I am not dissing the local entertainment because I love Kpop but honestly, local music is monotonous. Local artists are typical. I won’t be ashamed to admit that 90% of local acts are trashy. I do listen to local music, watch local dramas and stuffs but almost none really left such impression Kpop had left in me. Back to when Kpop wasn’t as famous as it is now, I’d never once think local scene is better than Hollywood by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Hollywood, I hope you do realize that local industry had been murdered earlier than Kpop invasion to Malaysia by Hollywood and Indonesian music. Yes, I know it’s true. Bet you shouldn’t have overlooked this fact before you wrote eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s true Kpop kills local industry, stop being a whiny ass by putting the blame on Kpop. Music and entertainment are business. We only buy what we want to hear, what we want to see, what worth to be spent on. Take a listen to local music and tell me, do you think it worth our RM30 to buy any local album when all we can get are recycle-like materials? Should we really spend on something that sounds like a ‘made in Indonesia’ product when the artist was ‘made in Malaysia’? We were blessed with working ears too, dear writer. We have our own music taste. Music is supposed to make us happy and relax, not all stressed up and annoyed with such stupid lyrics, lame melody etc. We did learn Bahasa Melayu for 11 years back in school and we all know ‘bisa’, ‘bilang’ etc ARE NOT Malay words. At least when we don’t understand Korean and we aren’t Korean ourselves, we don’t have to feel disgusted at such stupid language usage in songs. Though I don’t know much about music notes etc, most Malaysian songs sound almost the same. Where’s the originality? Where’s the ‘fresh thing’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, most Malaysian singers nowadays came from reality shows. And the so-called new actors are those who flopped in reality shows. They call themselves multi-talented. Are they, really? We don’t wish to see statues in movies and dramas you see. Nor we want to listen to something earsplitting from the radios. But that are what Malaysian industry has to offer us. We need true artists with talents. Note the plural. And we got that from Korean artists. They can sing, dance, act, emceeing music shows blah blah blah when Malaysian artists can only do one thing right, sing OR act. Though this doesn’t apply to all artists, MOST of them can only do one thing right and sucks at the other. It is okay if they only have one talent but when one hasn’t improved or become worse by years, who’d pay attention to that? Duhh~ Anyway, is it Kpop fault Sixth Sense lead singer sounds like he sang through his nose? Is it Kpop fault Ainul Aishah acted like one moving robot in her drama? I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you should know woman, it wasn’t easy for Kpop to be as big as it is now. I listened to Kpop when not many people do so, thanks to the influences from my ex classmates. Back then, nobody really listens to Kpop. Most Chinese peeps do because Chinese radios had been playing Korean songs for ages. But for Malays, there were very few. Some people even bashed me for listening to something I don’t even understand. Turns out those people are into Kpop now. Boo hoo~ And now that Kpop is big, it has somehow became a threat? What nonsense! Malaysian Chinese music industry is still alive, all well though they’ve been listening to Kpop longer than Malays do. Really, what are there to be afraid of? In my opinion, local acts kill the industry themselves.Talentless performers, controversies seeker, Hollywood copycats... you name it, you got it from the local industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, it’s totally not Kpop fault when it is their qualities that put them on where they are now. Kpop artists work extremely hard that IV and fainting due to exhaustion are totally normal for them. Some even have to perform at two countries per day! They only get to sleep for about three to four hours per day and their schedules are as pack as you can imagine. &lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/news/ius-hectic-daily-schedule"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was IU’s schedule for one whole day. I truly believe local artists aren't that busy as you can easily spot them hanging out around Bangsar, Damansara, KLCC, Pavillion and clubs. All those are so-called high class places lah kan~ Duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how Kpop artists endured such hectic schedule? By being disciplined of course! When Malaysian artists only need 3 months to be trained before entering the entertainment world *cough*Akademi Fantasia*cough* Korean artists trained for years. Some even had to train for 9 years before debuting. Why? Because they have a vision. They want to be loved for their qualities. I do admit that some of these artists only rely on their looks or variety show skills or any other skills but at least, even if they can’t sing, there’ll be something they can do. Malaysian singers who suck at singing will eventually become an actor, but none really act well mind you. And some actors who thought they can sing turned out to have such horrible voices. Eira Syazira, Liyana Jasmay and who else, eh? Whoever it is, they share one thing in common - being too confident with their singing perhaps because fellow friends complimented them during KARAOKE session. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before accusing Kpop of killing local industry, you better ask local artists to avoid themselves from being written about in headlines of “artis M bercinta dengan janda” or “artis K makin kekwat.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second, Kpop is synonym with suicide.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is… that was the most ridiculous piece I ever came across from an anti-Kpop article. The writer even includes suicide statistics from both countries! What the F mannn? It’s like you were suggesting Kpop leads to suicide. B O D O H sangatlah, sorry to say. We weren’t born brainless, woman. We do know our limit. Do you think I’d jump off building if Jaejoong do so? Hell no I won’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a fan of Park Yong Ha. He committed suicide. I’m still here, alive and breathing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get such a wild idea to be included in your article, eh? Come on… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also made it sounds like all suicide cases that happened in Malaysia can be linked with Kpop. If Teoh Beng Hock really had committed suicide, it was because he wanted to follow in Park Yong Ha's footsteps, no? (Pardon me for mentioning Beng Hock here. I just can’t think any other famous suicide related case. I did write &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; TBH committed suicide ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts were telling all around the news that depression leads to suicide, woman. Don’t you read the news? And if it wasn’t for depression it might be because one wanted to get rid of the responsibility he holds. None, I repeat, NONE of those psychology experts EVER linked Kpop to suicidal cases. What are you then? A yet-to-be-renowned world class psychologist?LOL. And the psychologist you interviewed said that there were suicide cases related to Kpop happening in other countries. Mind giving us more info on that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that’s just plain stupid to relate Kpop with local suicide cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third, Kpop leads to brutality.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be very aware woman, Castello wasn’t a Korean production. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the example you gave has totally made me wonder, where does your professionalism lies? Did you ever use your brain to think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called related example given was; a fifteen years old female teen was raped by her father’s friend who earlier had invited her to watch a newly released Korean movie. This happened last year in our country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the relation? I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the movie related to the rape case? What were you trying to deliver, eh? What movie was it anyway? What influences did it make to the man that lead him to rape the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, were you trying to say that the girl was raped because she loves Korean movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoi, rape cases happened regardless of one’s preference of music/movie dumbass. The girl was just unfortunate and the man was a total scumbag and that was how it happened. Do you really have to channel the man’s immoral acts to Kpop? Seriously? Was the man an ajusshi who danced to Girls’ Generation’s Tell Me Your Wish to make him ‘eligibly’ related to Kpop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'd say Kak Limah leads to brutality if he had used Hantu Kak Limah Balik Rumah as a bait, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If second accusation was totally stupid, I name this one BEYOND stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth, Kpop leads to a waste of money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s because those so-called fanatic fans spent hundreds and thousands of Ringgit to get stuffs related to their idols. So what? Did they use your money? Their parents didn’t even give a damn on that, so why should you? It’s their rights, woman. Even if they spend millions of Ringgit, it’s totally none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those merchandises came with tax and the money will eventually go back to the country. So what’s the big deal here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I pity those who you interviewed. They must really had no idea you were going to use the interview to bash Kpop. Whew, you sound like Rita Skeeter from Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyKpop fans unite, in the count of three. One, two, three. Avada Kedavra! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifth, Kpop leads to immoral act and indecent attires.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immoral act mentioned was intermingling between sexes. JomHeboh concert’s line ups are Kpop artists eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have no solid point to bash Kpop huh? Let me remind you, Norlia Ghani wore a miniskirt at your newspaper’s entertainment award before DBSK debuted (2002). Did she listen to H.O.T then? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you’re okay with Lady GaGa’s slutty attire and Katy Perry being naked in her music video but not Korean artists in their mini dress and hot pants, ayyy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might totally be okay to you Miera Liyana wore the dress that only covers her nippies and Rozita Chek Wan wore a mini dress when it’s obvious they are both Malays and Muslims.Because you don’t seem to bash these artists in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind and see the world. Really, you don’t have to go as far as Korea to see people in sexy attires. Wake up, woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how can BeritaMinggu/BeritaHarian allowed such low class and fact-less article to be featured in their newspaper. Wait, they’re in the same publication of Harian Metro aren’t they? I really am wondering how they get named as the number 1 Malay newspapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not defend Kpop because I’m obsess or whatever. It’s just that a lot of Kpop artists who came to Malaysia gave nice remarks on our country. They were very proud to be allowed to perform in Malaysia. They love Malaysian fans because the fans love them despite of the language barrier. If they get to know one brainless writer wrote this kind of article, gosh~ What a shame to our country, our nation! They entered the local market to promote their music, their talents. To share their capabilities, to make sure people benefit from their works. But all Malaysia had to offer was an article highlighting the worst (not to forget, totally fact-less) stuffs of Kpop. The writer was being a typical Malay who would never like someone who gained more attention than her. Totally busuk hati. Dengki. If her intention was to make people realize that Kpop can be bad to Malaysian, I would call the piece of junk she wrote as an EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should really listen to this song;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vayrNtQ4ubo" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the lyrics translation (; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Everything has its own pros and cons. Embrace the pros, leave out the cons. Araso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/s : I’m a big fan of Siti Nurhaliza. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my grammar q; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-3717989014410692321?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3717989014410692321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3717989014410692321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3717989014410692321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3717989014410692321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/writer-of-this-article-is-seriously_26.html' title='The writer of this article is seriously looking for troubles - Version 2'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBnyE4Pw0aI/TbY6zBsCk4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/gZbNGq-035s/s72-c/page1vw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-6329284022920438831</id><published>2011-04-25T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:44:14.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cursing you blogger.... BIG TIME.</title><content type='html'>3 quarter of my previous post had gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't feel like studying I'm gonna &lt;strike&gt;re-write&lt;/strike&gt; retype everything. I have to warn you tho, the contents might differ a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh I don't feel like retyping it tiba2. Esok lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-6329284022920438831?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/6329284022920438831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=6329284022920438831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6329284022920438831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6329284022920438831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-cursing-you-blogger-big-time.html' title='I&apos;m cursing you blogger.... BIG TIME.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7928916560610093383</id><published>2011-04-25T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:31:29.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The writer of this article is seriously looking for troubles</title><content type='html'>Don't worry. I'm not threatening. Just merely stating the truth. Malaysian Kpopers are so gonna get her (or is it him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 2-pages articles I was talking about. It was from Berita Minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/2554/page1vw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/2554/page1vw.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO MY POST?!?!?!!!&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/5958626350788478974-7928916560610093383?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7928916560610093383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7928916560610093383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7928916560610093383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7928916560610093383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/writer-of-this-article-is-seriously.html' title='The writer of this article is seriously looking for troubles'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8112329052731092880</id><published>2011-04-21T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:15:04.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><title type='text'>New Kpop Girl Group - Rania</title><content type='html'>I know I'm over-blogging today but I can't help from blogging about em. Just wanna show you that not all kpop group/music are trashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many girl groups debuting right now, Rania had somehow managed to make their debut quite remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like allkpop, no? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I heard that Teddy Riley was on his way to create a kpop girl group i did anticipate it. Come on, everyone knows Tidey Riley... right? right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know him, well, I guess you just had never tuned in to Hollywood entertainment, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, they released they debut track quite some times ago and honestly, i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i'm not so into their hot and sexy dance moves (provocative, as korean media labelled it) i think they are the best korean girl group up to date. Yeap, better than SNSD and KARA and my all time favourite After School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I said so is because they managed to impress me with their vocal. When most kpop girl groups rely on sexy legs and cute face yadda yadda yadda, Rania came in complete package. Hot bods, great dance and awesome voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also sound great live when most groups would rather miming if they have 'hard' choreography. Come oen, Rania can thrust their hips and sing at the same time! Awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better let these videos do the rest of the talking (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy em with your eyes closed. Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Videos are while stock last LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gGN_W4VBZFo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Feel Good MV - Sexual lyrics with sexual dance moves. Great stuff for guys who want to 'get wet'. LOL I sound so dirtayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Gqyh9d6KLI" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debut live performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AC9QW9-39qU" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live version - MR removed (MR refers to music recorded. Once removed, you can hear the exact voice of the singers on stage. One of the things I really look for whenever a group debuted)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8112329052731092880?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8112329052731092880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8112329052731092880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8112329052731092880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8112329052731092880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-kpop-girl-group-rania.html' title='New Kpop Girl Group - Rania'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gGN_W4VBZFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8295529728261422934</id><published>2011-04-21T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:33:33.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>Bachelor Degree in Internet Studies (Download &amp; Streaming) (Honours)</title><content type='html'>I've been at home since Friday (don't ask me the date. malas nak check)&lt;br /&gt;and today is Thursday&lt;br /&gt;just like everyone in this world should know - Friday comes after thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well i just wanna say i've been at home for almost a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the question isn't supposed to be what. instead, ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently on study week. it brings 2 meanings&lt;br /&gt;First, it's to be used for revision purposes because&lt;br /&gt;Second, the exam is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, when I'm home the word 'study' is never applicable. Blame the internet. blame facebook. blame allkpop. blame youtube. blame blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't blame myself. Self indulgence is way better than self torture,is it not? (self torture = studayyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and as a typical human with type A blood, I do make plans for almost everything!&lt;br /&gt;when I got home, this was my plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday &amp; sunday : chillin out. lepak2. no stress. no books. just entertainment&lt;br /&gt;monday : start revision for construction materials&lt;br /&gt;tuesday : revise park visitors destination management (tourism for short)&lt;br /&gt;wednesday : revise park planning and design&lt;br /&gt;thursday : revise the subject i dislike the most and i'm pretty sure I won't get an A because my carried mark was so low : park visitors recreation behavior aka human behaviour (a bit like psychology)&lt;br /&gt;Friday : revise resources n environment (something like biology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i am so not into following schedule, this was what i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday &amp; saturday : as planned i watched movies and tv all day long. surf the internet, checkin out blogs and youtube and what not&lt;br /&gt;monday : woke up late (around 9.30am) and decided i cannot start studying because according to my plan my schedule starts at 6.30am. Alasan semata-mata. so i browsed all those you-know-what instead of books and lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday : a total repeat of Monday but more delightful as i have finally done downloading Dream High, Fugitive Plan B and Marry Me, Mary. Fugitive &amp; Marry Me, Mary was extremely annoying because only one of all episodes got stuck in torrent. IDK why padahal the rest dah lama dah habis download. Grrrr~&lt;br /&gt;wednesday :  Downloaded ... Dalam Botol. LOL. Still no books nor revisions.&lt;br /&gt;thurdsay : Downloaded 71 : Into the Fire (OMG nak tengok TOP! OMG OMG *drool*) and currently trying to download The Roommate basically because Leighton Meester starred in it. Or else I won't bother because the movie got bad rating. One thing tho, dekat Malaysia baru nak tayang. Oh, My! Lambat gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..what happened to my study plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i'm currently trying to get all seasons of Sex and the City. Ada sesiapa yang dah download and bermurah hati nak share? taknak yang kena bayar punya, mau exchange2 saja maaa. I have about 300+ english movies if you're not into asian stuffs. can or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/s : Do remind me to print out my exam slips dear honey bunnies~ thanks in advance (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8295529728261422934?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8295529728261422934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8295529728261422934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8295529728261422934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8295529728261422934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/bachelor-degree-in-internet-studies.html' title='Bachelor Degree in Internet Studies (Download &amp; Streaming) (Honours)'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-1546227064971668085</id><published>2011-04-20T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:20:21.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The story only I know.</title><content type='html'>NOTE: Super long post. i typed this yesterday anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to be studying now. Unfortunately, I haven’t got the mood and someone pissed me off today. That someone is a person from where I’m studying now. There’s no need to mention where it is, right? Anyway, I just wanna spill all my frustration with some people I met there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very great friendship among my classmates. Note the past tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I’m on a huge row with MOST of my classmates. I’m not really sure how it turned out to be that way. What I know, it started when I voiced my uneasiness with people at my university in my Facebook status, GENERALLY. Unfortunately, some assholes thought my life in uni only lingers around them so I must have been writing about them. Good thinking, eh? That’s what happened when your self-consciousness got in the way. So they started to talk about it so confidently amongst each other as though they got it right. I didn’t care much because it’s honestly not my problem their brain had somehow malfunctioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, after MMT I wrote in my blog about how I felt towards 2 people whom in my opinion don’t even know how to care about others. Read the post &lt;a href="http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/mmt-thirteenth.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t feel like retyping it. And these two people get furious because eventually I had just told the whole world about their disgusting attitudes though I’m pretty sure 99 percent of my blog readers don’t know who the hell I was rambling about. Still, they think I shouldn’t have done so. Fine, what should I do then? Yell at you in front of others? You don’t expect me to talk about something so disgusting in a nice way, do you? And you do know how bad things will be if I chose to settle it face to face, don’t you? I’m not someone who is used to be messed with. I do mess with people, but nobody should mess with me. That’s just a bad habit of mine I have no intention getting rid of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there comes various Facebook status updates of mine about this and that person who aren’t even studying in the place I am. Again, those people who think extremely high of themselves thought I was talking about them. That’s how they started to hate me and accuse me of “being a coward” because I “voiced my hatred through Facebook without dealing face-to-face with them.” What a drama~ Guess they should learn to be more down-to-earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get worse when they started to tell almost everyone in the class; and the batch; about it. Not that I care anyways because that’s just too childish for me to be a part of. Like, come on… spreading bad stories about someone to get followers is so secondary school, ok? LOWER secondary, to be exact. Some two-faced people told me about what they were talking about me behind my back. So what? If they think I’d retaliate by spreading false rumors on them, just like what they did, well, they are absolutely wrong. It’s okay for them to be stupid and to act immaturely but it’s a big NO NO for me to respond to those stupid acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my silence had made things worse – on my side. People start to believe those assholes are right since I did not defend myself in any way. How do you expect me to respond to stories only I didn’t know? They didn’t talk about it in front of me. I mean, do you expect me to believe all those words told by those two-faced people? Nehi nehi~ I take em as being honest about you assholes talking about me behind my back but to trust the details I’ve got on what you guys talked about is just not up to my standard to do so. Yeah, I’m an upper class citizen. Isn’t that obvious? After all, two-faced people aren’t supposed to be trusted, are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there’s other reason why I think I’ll live better without any one of you around me. You guys are totally untrustworthy. You even talk bad amongst you so do you expect me to be nice with any one of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I’ve never meet anyone with attitude so low I think they spend their lifetimes condemning people. Do best friends refer to people you should talk about so nastily to other people? Is it necessary to spray hateful remarks on people you call best friends just because you know that the person you were talking to hate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don’t even know what friendship is, what friends are for and how to keep your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be boastful nor anything but when some people linger around one or two friends and call those people best friends, I have more than 10. Yes, frankly speaking. I’m not gonna tell you the exact number because figures are nothing. What’s more important is how I keep myself close with these people. OK I do sound so full of myself… wait, I AM full of myself. Moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rules of friendship are simple. I guess you need to learn em, dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One, best friends trust each other and NEVER betray each other. What you guys did (talking behind your so-called BFFs back) is what I call ABSOLUTE BETRAYAL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second, best friends listen to each other regardless of how stupid the something that’s being discussed about sounds like. Musim mengawan ke, apa ke… You know you are talking with your best friends when they did not mock you upon such weird topic you brought up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third, best friends stay together in both good and bad situations. No matter how cliché it sounds, this is one of the most important rules of friendship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth, best friends help each other as long and as much as they can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fifth, best friends will never mind about their good deeds toward each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sixth, best friends’ good deeds are to be replied with good deeds even though they don’t really care about it (as stated in the fifth rule). Be nice, shouldn’t you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seventh, best friends forgive AND forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eighth, best friends don’t do things they know the other best friends hate of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ninth, best friends are supposed to be after family but BEFORE boyfriends. Husband/wife is another case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tenth, best friends lead to the best of you, not the other way around. Someone who influenced you to do anything bad is obviously not a friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Simple… rite? There are some other rules but I think it's time you figure em out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there’s something I want to tell you guys, it will be “I can forgive and befriend you again but never wish I’ll forget everything and put my trust on you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when it involves you guys, I can only think of one kind of connection – professional/work-based connection. And it ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wonder why I always have problem with people in places I’ve been, it’s because I cannot tolerate how these people act. Maybe it’s just me but I am so against those who are being nice to people him/her actually hate. Think of this situation – A hates B so much she told C she can’t look at B’s face. As C also hates B, she agreed with all those hatreds. But one day, C saw A being nice with B; laughing and all. So, C thought A had reconciled with B. That actually will make C thinks A had spilled all the ‘secret talks’ they had about B. It will somehow make C uncomfortable with A even if she hasn’t done so. But then, one day A come to C and continued badmouthing B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in C’s shoes. What will you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s exactly what I’m experiencing right now. There are bunch of people around me but almost none is trustworthy because they act like how A did. How do you expect me to be nice with those kinds of people? Even though A doesn’t talk bad about C, isn’t there any possibilities A might had done so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I hate most about these so-called adults. That kind of thing happens everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying I’m a saint I’d done nothing as bad as what A did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, I’d never done what A did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why when I hate someone and talk bad about that person, I’ll never bother to be nice with her/him and act like nothing happen. Even if I do become close with that person later, I will definitely stop badmouthing him/her. Living proof is Farah Liyana Yusman. I loathed her in form four but after something happened and I got to know her, we got along very well. Yeah, that was a ‘tak kenal maka tak cinta’ case but once I’ve ‘kenal and cinta’ (euw. that sounds so wrong.) her, all the bad feelings have gone! Though, what I see from people around me is that they just can’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters gonna hate, I supposed. At least I got to know something. Even though not many people will acknowledge this, I’ll still say I’m way better than you guys because I don’t do such thing as you guys did. And also because, I own and treasure a friendship you guys can only dream to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: 5 of my best friends are those whom I’ve known since primary five. All of us went to different schools in form 4 till matriculation/foundation and some till university. We were apart for 5 years, yet, we are still as close as ever. Kau ada? Pfffft~&lt;br /&gt;PP/s : MY FRIENDS ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-1546227064971668085?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/1546227064971668085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=1546227064971668085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/1546227064971668085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/1546227064971668085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-only-i-know.html' title='The story only I know.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7102541497165624036</id><published>2011-04-05T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:03:54.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>UPDATE : Another asshole i met in my twenties</title><content type='html'>she told me to just lodge a police report earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later she texted me,&lt;br /&gt;give me ur account number. i'll return ur deposit once u've moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-7102541497165624036?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7102541497165624036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7102541497165624036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7102541497165624036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7102541497165624036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/update-another-asshole-i-met-in-my.html' title='UPDATE : Another asshole i met in my twenties'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8458344759590588098</id><published>2011-04-04T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:43:20.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>Another asshole I met in my twenties.</title><content type='html'>Here's a story about my jackass house owner who thinks she's smart enough to trick me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into the house through Ms E and my house owner didn't contact me at all. I just told her that I'm moving in at certain date and then she told me I have to pay the deposit amounting RM325. She just said it's the house deposit without mentioning whether it's for 2 months payment or anything and it will be returned once i've moved out. So I paid RM330 because the cash deposit machine doesn't accept my RM5 note and another 150 for the first month's rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was all we talked about. No. We sms-ed about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never met her nor talk to her through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make the story short, I'm moving out at the end of this month because I can't stand living with lazy asses who don't appreciate cleanliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she texted me asking for the house rent for April and i told her i've paid this month's rent and it will be my last rent. I'm moving out, I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me, "okay you can move out but you still have to pay the rent for may and june or else your deposit won't be returned" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what the f?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had never have any agreement so i told her, 'No I won't be paying and i want my deposit back'. but she insisted not to return my deposit by saying the house renting is supposed to be 1 sem basis and to get my deposit back there has to be a replacement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she thinks i'd retreat just because of that, hell no i won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does she think i'm stupid? asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's her fault she didn't bind me with any kind of contract whatsoever. therefore, it's my fullest right to move out whenever i want because i'd never been told before about the 1 sem basis rent ke apa jadah entah tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be responsible for the mistake she'd done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her dungbrain can only think about money i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the proofs of all the rents i paid and also the deposit. so i told her, no matter what, i am gonna take my money back and if she refuse i'm going to lodge a police report. i'm gonna charge her under fraud. or whatever charge possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not to be fooled that way lah idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last text to her was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nahhh i won't take responsibility for your mistake. you should know better that not having a contract between a house owner and her renter is a huge mistake. again, i'm not bind to any kind of agreement so it's my fullest right to tell you whenever i want that i'm moving out. since i wasn't born as a fraud, i'll try to find someone to replace me so that you won't go bankrupt once i'm out. but whether i got a replacement or not, i shall get my money back before 3rd may in full amount of 330rm. or else i'll go to the police, it's as simple as that. next time, learn the law first before you get involve in any kind of rental business. don't make yourself sound silly in front of others who actually learn the law. i'm not responding to any of your further messages unless it's about returning my deposit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i do sound angry. but yeah, i was mad annoyed. bila mintak sewa, laju bebenor mintaknye. tapi, bila macam ni banyak je alasan. cari pasal dengan aku memang nak makan maki hamun lah kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhh sakit hati betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-8458344759590588098?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8458344759590588098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8458344759590588098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8458344759590588098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8458344759590588098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-asshole-i-met-in-my-twenties.html' title='Another asshole I met in my twenties.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8374471385861005548</id><published>2011-04-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:04:35.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>...and that's why she WAS my kembar setan.</title><content type='html'>Because now she's my kembar-baru-mature. Still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;a href="http://bungacintalily.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-beauty-sleep-is-fun.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now proceed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally think we've grown steadily apart. okay it doesn't suppose to sound 'that' pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i mean here is that, we are currently in the same place but we hang out with different cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you think that's a bad thing, well, actually it isn't. i guess we still got each other's back when situation permits? yeah, certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy, we still think the same way, don't we lily??? (i love how this rhyme XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely skip classes now. wait, i think i haven't been skipping classes AT ALL! &lt;br /&gt;okay tipu. skipped tourism once because i arrived late n there was no point proceeding to class because En. N must had lock the door. and yes, he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignoring that, i can proudly say i haven't been skipping classes - WITHOUT PURPOSE/REASON at all - for this semester  and I feel cool instead of skema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omo omo omo alya has grown up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i've not yet started studying like crazy (like some other people in my class who'd been busy drowning themselves in the notes etc), i no longer think it's uncool to study more than anyone else. and i am no nerd-like because i submitted my assignments on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omo omo omo alya has grown upppppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing though, when will i stop procrastinating?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's leave that unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8374471385861005548?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8374471385861005548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8374471385861005548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8374471385861005548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8374471385861005548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-thats-why-she-was-my-kembar-setan.html' title='...and that&apos;s why she WAS my kembar setan.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8819652089043807876</id><published>2011-03-23T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:04:43.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>And I flew like a G6</title><content type='html'>long story short : I got into an accident, hit someone and I flew like a G6. Got some bruises and cuts and I am damn lucky to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the longer version :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bukit Cahaya Seri Alam yesterday to shot some videos for my 'Park Visitors Destination Management' assignment. Jadi reporter ala Majalah 3 lah kan =.= Me and my friends (Mr A, Ms S dan Ms E) arrived early the tram hadn't start operating yet. So we decided to rent a bike. Konon nak lagi adventurous gituw~ It was damn tiring cycling up the hill. Dah macam race Le Tour de Langkawi mak semalam. Tapi masa turun bukit memang heaven lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining yesterday so the road was quite slippery but that wasn't a problem because it was empty except for us. Macam confirm tak jatuh je rasa. Until we arrived at one steep hill, rode down, my bicycle got problem, the brake wasn't really functioning, I suspected the bicycle chain was off while I cycled down the hill (I didn't hit the pedal of course. And I only realized the chain was off after I crashed so I didn't really know when it happened), there was a damn stupid car riding up the hill (IDK what the f the car was doing there because I thought cars AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE), I couldn't control my bike, Mr. A was at the edge of the road recording us so I've made up my mind as fast as I could that &lt;u&gt;I should crash onto Mr. A instead of the car&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed into Mr. A and we both literally flew. I landed in the drain and it happened so fast I was so surprised. I didn't feel the pain because I was too shock and later i felt like throwing up (but I didn't) and almost passed out. The driver of the car stopped, asked Mr. A whether we were OK and we said we were. My head was bleeding, so I told the driver I'm bleeding. He looked at me and drove away. Don't ask me did I curse him or not because you know the answer. &lt;br /&gt;OK I still feel like cursing him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;KEPALA HOTAK KAU BLAH MACAMTU JE?! @#$%^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%##$%@#$%!@$%^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't forgive him man~ Never ever. Part of me wished that he would met into a hit and run accident one day. Should I say Amen???&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So I got some cuts on my right side of forehead and cheek, right shoulder and arms and on both palms. A few bruises on my legs and behind and I can't really turn my head because my neck muscle is kinda.... off? Duhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's not much to worry. I'm okay.... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms E and Ms S was in total shock because they saw everything that had happened. They saw how I hit Mr. A and how we both flew. They even got nightmares. lol. Pity em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Encik Nazrin should REALLY give me an A+ for this subject. Must! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8819652089043807876?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8819652089043807876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8819652089043807876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8819652089043807876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8819652089043807876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-i-flew-like-g6.html' title='And I flew like a G6'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-1082995567575912047</id><published>2011-03-16T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:44:37.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Human %^&amp;*$# behavior.</title><content type='html'>I have to study Human behavior this semester and honestly, I really hate that subject. Wait. The actual subject's name is "Park Visitors Recreation Behavior". Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting but... IDK. The lecturer kinda killed my mood. I think she noticed my boring face during her lectures but I can't help it. I don't really want to say it's her problem the lecture was so unbearable but I guess most of my classmates will agree if I say so. My seniors did say something about it too, so I don't feel bad saying this. What a great influence. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... we were asked to write an essay about a personality that suits us best. There are 5 types of personality and we should not choose the best out of it. We cannot choose but we have to write about one that really represents us. Sounds complex eh? Of course we had to choose but the instruction said we shouldn't choose. Again, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... I chose one eventually and did an essay on it. Gonna share it with you guys and do tell me whether you agree on it or not (tho honestly your opinion won't matter much in MY blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I personally think I belong in the agreeableness/friendliness group of personality. This is due to the fact that the attitudes listed under agreeableness kind of match my personality. The attitudes are warm, generous, trustful, courteous, agreeable, cooperative, flexible, forgiving, cheerful and humble. Based on my understanding of my own personality, I possessed most of these attitudes (but not all) compared to other attitudes in other personality groups and that put me under this type of personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very cheerful around people and that makes people think I have no problem in life. I always seem happy and even when there’s anything upsetting me I don’t show it off. I can eventually forget anything unpleasant that had happened to me when I’m in a crowd and it has never been difficult for me to cheer up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I am usually generous when the situation permits and I had never really mind if nobody repays my kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am only a bit trustful, whenever I trust someone I will trust that person deeply. It’s very hard for me to trust people but once I do, I won’t doubt that person anymore in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also flexible, which means I can mix with any kind of people without making them uncomfortable. I have a lot of friends and most of them come from different background, belief and lifestyle from each other. Alas, I can linger around any one of them without feeling awkward or different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I am cooperative in most situations. Whenever my help is needed and it won’t trouble me to help, I will help, without complain. Helping people is somehow a pleasure to me, perhaps because it makes me feel needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I am also forgiving though most of the times I do forgive but never forget. In recent situation, I was assigned into a group with someone I dislike and that person didn’t do what she was supposed to do as a part of the group. Even though I was mad at her because I have to be the one to settle all her chores, I forgave her later. But that doesn’t mean I approve what she did and as I mentioned before, I won’t forget what she’s done and that’s going to make me more careful not to end up being in the same group with her, ever. Still, I am forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another attitude that makes me certain that I belong to this group of personality is that I am courteous. Compared to some people of my age, I think I have higher level of courtesy. I often use please whenever I asked for help or favour, thanks whenever I’ve received help and favour and sorry whenever I did wrong. When most of my peers don’t think these words are important, I believe that it’s crucial for everyone to use these words in the situations I mentioned above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the events above, I’m pretty sure I am close to the agreeableness personality. Although it sounds like I’m so full of myself, I think nobody knows me more than I do. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I do sound like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Second, my language is so sekolah menengah. Poor vocab, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I wish she understands that I was writing through third point of view. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-1082995567575912047?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/1082995567575912047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=1082995567575912047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/1082995567575912047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/1082995567575912047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/03/human-behavior.html' title='Human %^&amp;*$# behavior.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3552283742604958109</id><published>2011-03-16T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:29:25.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa</title><content type='html'>I watched Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa (HMM) two days ago and it was cool. It doesn’t look ‘Malaysian’, if you know what I mean. The story wasn’t ‘that’ strong and the narrator’s voice was kinda annoying but overall, it’s a movie worth watching. I extremely looooove the fighting scenes. It looked so international. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, Stephen Rahman-Hughes was hot! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think it would be better if the China princess and her handmaiden spoke in Chinese instead of English. It was kinda weird because they were both Chinese but they spoke in English to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say it was extremely awesome is a bit overrated but I think, it’s the one and only Malaysian movie you won’t regret watching it in cinemas. Along with Magika, I supposed. And hell yeah I can’t wait for Karak. Sure enough one won’t want to use Karak highway if the movie manage to scare the shit out of em. The trailer was kinda cool anyway. Better than senjakala (tho Zahiril Adzim &amp; Liyana Jasmay act in that movie, it doesn’t look ‘promising’). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the power of three. No, not the charmed ladies… but KRU. What can’t they do? I wonder~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I’ve never seen Yusry in UiTM. Yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-3552283742604958109?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3552283742604958109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3552283742604958109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3552283742604958109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3552283742604958109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/03/hikayat-merong-mahawangsa.html' title='Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2921866340510417473</id><published>2011-01-22T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:07:29.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm an asshole? Deal with it.</title><content type='html'>First, if I continue blogging throughout 2011, it will be my 3rd year of blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, throughout the years (2008-present) I've gained followers and most of them are people whom I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, a lot of people had been hurt by my posts, intended or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, like the hell I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I'm gonna list out types of blogger whom I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I don't want these people to come to my blog and ask me to read theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DO NOT invite me to your blog if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;70% of your blog posts is about your boyfriend/girlfriend (or fiancee. Husband/wife; depends. It can be acceptable SOMETIMES)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your caps lock button can switch on/off on its own so tHiS iS hOw You TyPE YOuR poSTs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have too many graphic thingy on your blog ; animated cursor or animated hover background or those bling bling on your entries' title or sparkling confetti on mouse's moves etc etc etc . Show off. As if you're the only person who know about all those lip lap thingy. Boo you, I've done all those on my myspace page eons ago so enhancing your blog with that kind of stuff is soooooo last season. Currently, simplicity rules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You use too many short forms. Example : &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;aq x tw la kn nape dye kt mcm 2 dkt aq.&lt;/span&gt; KAU TAIP MESSAGE KE APA?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rempit/bajet manja style of spellings are also a big NO NO. Example : &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;semalam titew jumpew kawan titew. Diew katew nak pewgi jalan2 ngan pakwe diew.&lt;/span&gt; Ohhh totally bullshit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are a huge fan of and blog about Indonesian bands or sinetrons or sixth sense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huge fan of 2PM sounds kinda annoying too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have too many ads on your page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You update your blog like you update your facebook status. Or worst, your blog is your second twitter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way you typed your entries is similar to Hanis Zalikha or Fynn Jamal. Duhh posers~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You typed in English but your grammatical errors are 10times worse than mine.And you don't even bother to learn from your mistakeSSSSS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You put your vain photo in EACH of your posts. Nak aku print then send kat Tok Batin? Nak? Nak?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You started blogging because you wanted to gain followers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You show off each and every new stuff you bought as if those shoes were Choo's or the bags were LV's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;90% of your posts are chain mails/notes from facebook/lame ass trivia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You think jejariruncing + KFCM are sweet and loving couples and blog about them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT follow me if you think I'll be like &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"oh-i'm-so-touched-because-you-follow-me-so-I'm-gonna-follow-you-back".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; That's so not gonna happen, even til apocalypse hit the universe. I'm here to blog, not to make connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have this in mind; doesn't mean when you read every single entry I posted i'll do the same. Nehi. Never. Unless your blog is so interesting I couldn't take my eyes of it (very unlikely to happen because most blogs I found today are so typical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you click the follow button, do know that I wrote mostly about myself in an annoying way, about kpop as if it's the best music scene in the world (for me it is. Sue me), about politic whenever I feel like it and sometimes I can be so random you'll think somebody hacked my blog or something. All right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-2921866340510417473?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2921866340510417473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2921866340510417473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2921866340510417473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2921866340510417473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-asshole-deal-with-it.html' title='I&apos;m an asshole? Deal with it.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-640822021504646636</id><published>2011-01-21T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:03:56.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>cerita cikgu lesbian</title><content type='html'>I browsed thru my blog stat and found this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TTjoj-EiAxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/iUaE3bcBb2c/s1600/stat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="103" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TTjoj-EiAxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/iUaE3bcBb2c/s320/stat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, WHAT THE F?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. murahan habis blog aku macam ni =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to clear off matter anyway, i'm not a lesbo nor a teacher. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-640822021504646636?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/640822021504646636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=640822021504646636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/640822021504646636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/640822021504646636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/01/cerita-cikgu-lesbian.html' title='cerita cikgu lesbian'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TTjoj-EiAxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/iUaE3bcBb2c/s72-c/stat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-663434345606747711</id><published>2011-01-21T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:41:49.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yahudi sana sini</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Salam,rakan2 sekalian dimohon untuk: Buka komputer/laptop anda pada direktoriC:\Program Files\Microsoft Office\MEDIA\CAGCAT10, cari gambar bernamaJ0285926 . Anda akan temukan gambar Lambang/bendera zionis Israellengkap (persis dengan warna aslinya) dengan lilin (sarana ibadah mereka). HAPUS! Gambar tersebut ada disemua PC di seluruh dunia.SEBARKAN SEMAMPUNYA..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dapat excerpt tu from facebook, posted by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.... nak pelik apa? Lagipun benda tu ala ala tersorok, bukan ada siapa kisah pun. Tak macam salib yang lagi terang-terangan ada merata-rata. Takde dosanya benda tu dalam komputer. Sedar tak sedar benda yang kita guna dalam dunia ni mostly yahudi punya. Alang alang nak padam baik kau pergi buang komputer terus. And berhenti guna facebook. Or better jangan guna internet langsung. Kau nak menyampah pun tak guna sebab barang yang kau guna ni memang diorang punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's cool to have Jews thingy in your lappy or whatsoever but what good does it brings with deleting it? Mati ke Israel tu bila gambar gambar tu dipadam daripada komputer orang Islam? Honestly, I don't think 99percent of computer users in the world realize about that symbol, until somebody highlighted it. Doesn't that sounds worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, if you really want to ganyang Israel, don't just do stupid things (stupid things = what Gerakan Bendera Indonesia did for ganyang Malaysia pffft). What happened to all those boycotting campaign? McD, Coke and stuffs aka Israel still gain million of dollars per month. The jews conquer the world but it wasn't because they're strong. But because lot of muslims are too weak to go against them. Siapa yang dah setahun (atau lebih) tak makan McD? Siapa yang tak pernah ada account FB? huh? huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say deleting those images is the least we can do as a Muslim. Again, what good does it brings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it not okay for jews-related images to be in your lappy when there's also cross and christian-related stuffs in there? Don't tell me christians haven't done anything to muslims. who burnt our quran? who dissed our prophet? who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both christian and jews (most of them) hate Islam and its believers. Why are we only against jews but not christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho lots of us feel bad to admit it, but Muslims are far behind in terms of technology compared to the christian and jews. It's not because we don't have the brain, but because we are lacking in guts. Look at Iran. They tried to do all these nuclear thingy but instead of being supported by fellow muslims, most of the countries told Iran to shut it. Nobody had told US/Russia to stop their nuclear activity....right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. Even we don't have nuclear, we have the strongest weapon in the world. DOA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : You/kau = refer to all muslims worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EDIT &lt;/span&gt;: To avoid sensitivity issue or religious war, i'd like to clarify that i'm not referring to ALL jews nor christians in my post. Just some assholes who burnt the quran and dissed our prophet, Muhammad. As for the Jews, well, historically (and even til today), they are the common enemy of Muslims and had been against Islam for eons. Afterall, religion (in my case - Islam) is perfect, but the believers aren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-663434345606747711?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/663434345606747711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=663434345606747711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/663434345606747711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/663434345606747711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/01/yahudi-sana-sini.html' title='Yahudi sana sini'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-6407398339781185459</id><published>2011-01-08T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:46:20.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Semester dua</title><content type='html'>Bagi tajuk skema sikit. Nak main main balik sekolah rendah laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since new year. and it's been 5 days since my first day back in uitm. everything was kinda ok physically and not so ok emotionally. don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved in to my new house. my housemates and roommates are quite cool. Most of them are kpop freak. awesome, eh? But we're not 'that' bonded yet as me and Tessa are the only 91-er in the house and that made us the babies of the house. Awwww that sounds so cuteeeeeeee. EUW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for bus and riding it every morning was totally a pain in the ass. gotta get used to it anyway. sheesh. but honestly living outside is way comfortable tho everything has its own pros and cons kan. alrite..hwaiting! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about classes....well most of my lecturers for this sem are damn strict. i still remember last semester where only 2 of my lecturers paid attention on attendance and punctuality while the rest had never give a damn on it (which of course made 1st sem totally awesome). currently, however, almost all lecturers cited the same reminder in the first class : "if you come after me, then it'd be better for you to go straight home because i'm gonna lock the door" Phew~ masa ni lah orang melayu park amenity kena belajar punctual. HAHAHAHAHA. the reason behind all this sudden strictness might because of the grade/pointer for last sem had plummeted (perkataan sumpah skema) according to my main source of info, rumors. i was living in hostel last semester so coming early to classes wasn't really a problem (tho i had almost never been early actually). living outside surely gonna make me late for some classes. we'll see~ *matilah saya*matilah saya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the subjects sound tougher. ahhh whatever. 1st sem subjects were tough too so i guess i will survive...i will survive...yeah!yeah! but honestly, the 'second stage' of art and design is soooo gonna kill me.... perhaps. I've been hating all these artsy fartsy thingy since forever but being in this course make it impossible for me not to draw. the name of the subject is park planning and design anyway and i'm gonna need all those plan drawing instruments. geez annoying betul. Madam Aween made it sounds awesome tho when she mentioned that we're gonna go somewhere for our SWOT (kott) assignment. SWOT lagi~ *sigh* The destination had been chosen and according to the initial plan we'll be going to Penang for 5 days. Around February kott. IDK. I'm not part of the committee because I happened to be absent when they had the pemilihan (yeah i'm damn lucky. curse me). still, if everything goes on smoothly....I'm gonna enjoy Penang ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 8 ke 9 entah subjects for this sem, including koko. 21 credit hours. And talking bout koko, i'm in pengucapan awam. nak lari from kesat punya pasal... bantai lah. macam tak biasa pidato pidato ni (yeah kepala hotak awak alya~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I complain a lot and that's not new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-6407398339781185459?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/6407398339781185459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=6407398339781185459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6407398339781185459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6407398339781185459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2011/01/semester-dua.html' title='Semester dua'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-1287450252208299101</id><published>2010-12-30T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:29:36.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Goalkeeper Malaysia kachak....ke?</title><content type='html'>To be in trend kita mesti lah tulis apa yang orang lain tengah kecoh2 sekarang kan? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Malaysia's Harimau Muda. Tho I didn't watch football (in other words : I dislike football) when it comes to ending the 14th years of wait and grab the highly anticipated trophy...well, they deserve huge congratulatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, tho I didn't watch football (do I have to repeat myself here?) I was quite membara lah kan bila bukak twitter after the 1st leg, dekat currently trending list ada #malaysiacheatlaser. LOL. Sore losers betul. I've watched the replay of the game from youtube, and tho I didn't know much about football, I can read people's reaction. Wait, it isn't too late to talk bout this aite? Whatever. Well, through the replay of how Malaysia got 3 goals it can be CLEARLY seen that the keeper KNOW where the ball was going. The reason why he didn't catch it has got nothing to do with laser and stuff but because he didn't aim correctly. The ball passed him only a bit away from his hand or body and from what I saw, as a knowledge-less football watcher (just like most female spectators too. don't deny it) that's how usually goals were scored. Get what I mean? No? OMG I can't believe I spent minutes on thinking how to explain this. Emmmm.... lemme see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if he really was blinded by the laser beam, he wouldn't even know where the ball was going, wasn't it? But judging from his action, he was aware of the ball's direction but missed it. And the way he missed it was kinda "normal". Ask yourself, how goals were scored? When the goalkeeper missed the ball wasn't it? And how did the goalkeepers missed the ball? In various ways. Sendiri tanya sendiri jawab =.= Back to the questions, well, that Indonesian goalkeeper missed the ball like how other goalkeepers, worldwide, would have missed it. So, stop having your undies twisted and accept the facts. Boleh? Malaysia boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, blaming Malaysian players for the laser beam is sooooo stupid. Apa, diorang masuk padang bawak laser? It's the audiences. Tho it's true they did brought in lasers, but to say they used it was a joke. When Indonesian players sang their national anthem, I could see the laser beams being directed to Indonesian players. The green beams. But when the goalkeeper missed the shots, there were no greeny thingy on his face. That explains a lot isn't it? Still, Malaysian audience shouldn't have done so. They brought shame to the country. They made people talked bout the laser instead of the great moves made by malaysian players. Great moves...really? well IDK. I don't watch football, remember? people said so and yeah....angguk aje lah. And next time, the organizers should conduct some series of inspection so that no laser thingy (and mercun too) would be brought into the stadium. Jangan sibuk nak tengok bola aje. Kerja lah sikit.... jangan bagi negara malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I deviated from the title. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said previously most female spectators were knowledge-less rite? The proof is, Malaysian goalkeeper, Khairul Fahmi something something was in the top trending list. Awwww dah macam artis. How he ended up in the list? Of course lah sebab there were those i'm-here-to-watch-the-players-not-the-game amongst the viewers. And he played(?) well too (again, this is what people said) because he saved the penalty...didn't he? Ok kira hebat lah tu. Tapi mana lagi hebat? Saved penalty or sepak from gol sendiri masuk gol lawan? If you've been watching football before that fahmi even exist, then you should know what I'm talking about. lol. even someone who doesn't watch football like me (seriously, how many times have I told you this??) love that goal ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care much bout him but then somebody was talking bout his girlfriend yadda yadda yadda. Oh I love gossips! But this time, it's about someone I don't even know. Again, to be in trend kena lah follow gossip ni kan. Me and my fellow hardcore fb users talked about his gf. I mean somebody brought it up and there you go... gf dia macam tu lah, gf dia macam ni lah. True, memang tak kenal pun. So we talked about how she wrote her blog. Tsk tsk tsk takde faedah betul. Nilah jadinya bila U bagi cuti lama sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err did someone asked for her blog address? Tanya google lah wey. Taip awek khairul fahmi boleh keluar kott. Tak tahulah. Tak cuba lagi. Aku dapat direct link je. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, for eons, I really don't like bloggers who dedicated their blog for their boyfriend/girlfriend in the first place. Whoever that person is. I mean even when my fellow blog mates &lt;strike&gt;talked&lt;/strike&gt; wrote about their spouse-to-be (heh tinggi cita-cita) i felt like...euw. Just like how u trashed my kpop related articles lah kan. Ayat standard, blog aku aku punya suka lah. Yeah memang kau punya suka. Tapi aku tak suka. Still...don't worry. Aku tahu nak blah sendiri. Usually I'd read a few posts, curse the blog (and the innocent laptop kena tempias sikit-sikit) and leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said that I felt so because I don't own one (a sweetheart) and never owned one to be exact. So I don't understand their feeling blah blah blah. Got the same answer when I asked those who'd been heartbroken to move on. Biasalah, perempuan hormon terlebih mana nak dengar cakap orang stable yang takde experience ni kannnn *smirk* there were only very few people who'd never say "kau tak faham. Kau tak pernah rasa" to me when i became their Dr. Love. instead, they know how to appreciate my air liur dan neuron-neuron otak yang telah bekerja keras untuk meniupkan semangat kepada mereka. and the honor goes to........... cik adik iblis lily umyra dengan cik janda toyboy madiha ilham. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA jangan marah. aku sayang korang. muah muah. oh and a few others whom i don't think i should mention. they don't like publicity XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, being so madly in love doesn't really make it okay for you to write about your partner in a damn corny way. I mean, you were ONLY couples. Kalau dah kawen memang aku tak kisah. And to be honest, i love blogs written from married couples. The way they expressed their feeling sangat cool. Mushy yet it sounded so mature. Baru sedap baca. Tapi itu yang dah kawen. Yang belum kawen ni yang aku macam euw gila-gila bila dah start tulis &lt;i&gt;"my sayang cakap..."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"my baby texted me..."&lt;/i&gt; OMG bullshit gilaaaaa. Geli lah nyah. There are still a few bloggers who wrote about their bf/gf but i can stand them sebab ayat-ayat cinta diorang tu taklah mushy sangat. Just like &lt;i&gt;"encik boifren kata..."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"Mr. M kata...."&lt;/i&gt; Hah. That's wayyyyy better. Still, blog kau kan? memang kau punya suka lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to cik awek khairul fahmi, entah apa nama entah, guess she was just a bit too excited in being a newly made celebrity's gf or perhaps she was damn insecure. yelah, janda hot meletop Nora Danish pun puji cik abang tersayang kan..... Wait, that really sounds like Azwan Ali. Oh jatuh reputation blog aku. anyway, she actually realized that her blog would be talked about and that maybe made her a bit excited so she started to filled it with stories of her and her honey bunny cik abang sayang goalkeeper kacak (ke) terulung di Tanah Melayu. yeahhh Hidup Malaysia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takkan nak salahkan dia kan? (tapi jujur cakap aku macam menyampah jgak lah. geli mata aku tengok) Ramai perempuan &lt;strike&gt;desperate&lt;/strike&gt; nak tahu pasal si fahmi tu.  Yep, orang yang baca blog dia tu after tahu dia gf fahmi confirm sebenarnya nak stalk life fahmi. So they started asking her &lt;i&gt;"dulu fahmi macam mana?"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"macam mana korang jumpa and couple?"&lt;/i&gt; etc etc etc and she innocently told those people about it. maka makin publicly exposed lah life dua orang manusia biasa. she also seemed to realize that she will gain haters. Nahhh don't mind about the haters, I have quite a number... tak mati pun. (seriously, is that something to be boast about? boooo diri sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, it's really unwise for her to tell the whole world about their lives, including his texts to her and so on. Yeah, niat dia nak berkongsi but who knows dalam ramai ramai ahli kelab peminat fahmi hensem goalkeeper terer tu ada psycho? hah padan lah muka nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ye, honestly, i don't think he's that handsome. but to call him ugly memang buta sebelah lah kan. he's just not my style. well humans have different tastes kan? so from my point of view, he's not that super duper handsome. so i don't admire him because of his look. not even for his skill. nak admire apanya, definition goalkeeper hebat tu pun aku macam ala-ala tatau je apa benda. kalau muka dia macam jaejoong ke, yoochun ke, lee minho ke.... layan lah kan. HAHA ada orang buat muka menyampah, i know. and seriously, entah siapa tanya whether I admire him or not. Why did i even mention this. Ceh jatuh martabat blog lagi sekali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude this entry yang sumpah macam murahan gila sebab ditulis untuk ikut trend (HAHAHA) I just wanna wish that girl good luck lah. Susah hidup kau lepasni...trust me. Mula-mula memang lah excited bila friend request kat fb berjuta-juta, follower blog bertambah tambah sapai boleh celen hanis zalikha etc etc etc but bila gambar semua dah habis kena stalk, cerita dulu-dulu dah habis kena korek...hah memang artis habislah. beware lah babe. and cik abang intan payung tu pun aku tak terkejut kalau lepasni masuk pancaindera ke....b.pop ke.... kena gosip bercinta dengan bintang realiti tv or artis janda ke... orang malaysia kan suka benda benda tak mematangkan fikiran macam tu. Bukti? yang kau baca blog aku lepastu komen and buat muka sorang-sorang tu apa? takde kerja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-1287450252208299101?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/1287450252208299101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=1287450252208299101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/1287450252208299101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/1287450252208299101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/12/goalkeeper-malaysia-kachakke.html' title='Goalkeeper Malaysia kachak....ke?'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3910486323687449101</id><published>2010-12-27T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:42:47.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>4am rants.</title><content type='html'>cik donut kata dia dah tukar link belog. and actually she reminded me that i have an abandoned blog. yeay~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that i only have 1 entry in november? pergh... sumpah pecah rekod. my least entry per month so far tak kurang daripada 5 kott? IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Edit :&lt;/span&gt; OK. It's actually FOUR. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays give me time but not mood to blog. i still write a lot but those entries are resting in peace in the draft. tak kacau kacau dah. those are entries which i wrote dengan semangat berkobar kobar nak post but in the end.... i think they're better left untold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i didn't do anything much during holidays. yeah, that's not new. my mum is so busy with work. biasalah, hujung tahun nak tutup akaun lah apa lah kan. my dad, as usual busy with his roses and ikan ikan. so, there's no such thing as family vacation ke apa. me? spent ages in front of lappy. i played fb games, watched &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; some of those those vids i have in my hard disks (note the plural), karaoke sorang sorang, read novels and....what else? duhh lifeless sungguh. orang lain pergi tengok movie bagai. tapi aku dapat tengok dua movie baru je during this hols. harry potter 7 part 1 (download haram. quality not bad) and rapunzel 3d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of remembered events were my driving classes, outing with RaWLysMaNnia, gath with RaWLysMaNnia jugak, outing with noe and a friend of her, my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go through one by one, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving classes? blergh. let's not talk about that. driving is such a pain in the ass. i meant to say driving classes. whatever. baru buat L dah bising. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with RaWLysMaNnia = outing paling jimat duit. Cik penguin belanja tambang. why? sebab dia yang beria-ia ajak tho i've told her i was completely broke. Ada about 30rm je kott. still, she insisted me to come along sebab tak tahu nak pakai apa untuk dinner. Derr... muka i memang muka wardrobe coordinator ke nyah? we had good time, still. had steamboat for lunch. and forced cik penguin untuk beli heels. her first ever heels and those were about 4 inches high. sangat tak boleh blah. yelah, in my eyes, 4 inches tu macam 1 and 1/2 inches je. *poker face* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks later, we had a gath. venue : my castle. ececehhh tak main lah crib crib kan. i keturunan orang yang buka penang. golongan bangsawan gitu! back to the gath, we had nasi lemak with sambal minyak tumpah for breakfast, nasi goreng that looks like bihun goreng for lunch and cucur ikan bilis for minum petang. honestly, the only thing we cooked was that cucur. nasi lemak tu beli aje and nasi goreng tu cooked by my mum masa subuh subuh. we used to cook for each meal kalau gather dulu dulu tapi sekarang, masing masing mana datang bawak ingredients. tapi bawak laptop dengan hard disk. kalau dulu gather aje bukak cerita itu ini. sekarang pun still buka cerita...buka cerita dalam laptop. dulu kalau tanya "kau ada cerita best tak?" tu maksudnya "ada sesiapa nak jadi bahan umpatan tak?" but now bila tanya "kau ada cerita best tak?" jawapan dia "internet aku slow lah. tak boleh download" Duhh~ our activity for all day long was exchanging movies and videos. kamilah generasi Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing with noe. well, it was unplanned. i was in kl. mom's office to be exact. ma dragged me along untuk tukar IC. hmph. rasa macam budak 12 tahun baru nak pergi buat IC. alahai mak saya. takut sangat nak bagi saya pergi buat sendiri. takpelah, jimat duit. i was like "wth nak buat dalam office ni?" since the procedure only took me less than 10 minutes. then i heard an advert on Beast+4minute+g.na's concert thru radio. sumpah nak pergi. i texted noe, asking her whether she knew about it. and she was like "tak tahu" and "nak pergi jugak." ouh BFF sungguh! later she told me her class got canceled and she's heading for mid valley. i was like....... nak joinnnnnnn. so i asked my mum whether i can go along with her. surprisingly, my mum said yes. not exactly a yes sebenarnya. kena lah bebel sedas dua. but that's not important. janji lepas keluar. 1st time ever keluar mintak izin. anak solehah sungguh lah kannnn~ so we went to mid valley (tempat paling senang nak jejak when there's ktm around). i thought it was thursday. rupa-rupanya wednesday. jadi berduyun duyun lah budak sekolah yang sedang bercuti dan takde kerja nak buat kat rumah membanjiri mid valley. especially kat cinema lah kan. ceish. &lt;br /&gt;to make it short, we watched rapunzel in 3D sebab yang biasa dah penuh and noe jadi tukang hasut beli kasut. it's YES...so sale memang macam gila hebat lah. I saw a pair of shoes kat vincci with 50% less. siapa tak nak beli. but i was still like "nak beli tak nak. nak beli tak nak" lucky for me, kat sebelah ada tukang hasut. "beli je weyh. tengah murah tu. yadda yadda yadda" in the end, i lost. maka sepasang heels 5inch warna hitam became mine. seriously, tak rugi beli. tho i know tu mesti stok lama tak laku. tapi cantik apaaaaa. i don't care much about cheap things ke unbranded things ke. rembat aje lah. tho perangai saya macam blair tapi saya taklah kaya macam keturunan waldorf tu. vincci je lah saya mampu. janji saya tak pakai beg LV jalan TAR. kan? kan? cheap things are always better than fake stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs031.snc6/166108_1519800510195_1090010952_31128484_7609108_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs031.snc6/166108_1519800510195_1090010952_31128484_7609108_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's the heels. don't talk bout my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, my result. it was quite good. exceeded expectation but came with burden. kena maintain lah awak. a few reasons why i should maintain my result (or perhaps score higher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the feeling was great. haven't feel it since PMR's result so...yeah. I wanna feel it again ^ ^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people's reactions were awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nak apply jpa untuk sem 3. unfortunately jpa only opens for application during may/june so i still have to continue with PTPTN for my 2nd sem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i'll be living outside next semester. haven't seen the house and my room yet but i really hope it will be fine. early description told me that i am sharing room with 3 other people. i know one of them but have totally no idea about the other two. and WTF with 4 people in a room?? it's a master bedroom but still...... ergh IDK. I'll update u as soon as I move in (as if ada internet connection kat situ.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ye. adik iblis, selamat datang ke uitm shah alam. HAHAHA. selamat duduk dengan plastik dan model model beg LV/Prada/Gucci Jalan TAR tapi berlagak macam beli dekat Harrods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-3910486323687449101?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3910486323687449101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3910486323687449101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3910486323687449101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3910486323687449101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/12/4am-rants.html' title='4am rants.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-9218932507626310062</id><published>2010-12-21T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:09:14.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><title type='text'>I got you under my skin.</title><content type='html'>Before you read further, let me tell you that this is a post from a fangirl. The other side of me (yeah I have multiple personalities). This post is about DBSK and yeah it's just so random for me to write this. You may leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw JYJ's video in billboard official youtube. and there was this one comment that lead me to a video of dbsk hit songs, sang live in their concerts. I've watched em all but to have all performances being mashed up in a single video is just awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztLJgRNXaE0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztLJgRNXaE0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, they are not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to all kpop top boybands but none had ever reach DBSK's standard. and i'm not only referring to new groups but older groups too (i.e Super Junior). All idol group members were established with a concept they have to stick to, for example, in a group of five there might be the charismatic someone, or the cute someone, the dance machine of the group, the main vocal of the group, some even have rapper and yadda yadda yadda. But none, I repeat, none of the groups that still exist today live in their concept and turn out as great as DBSK. I am not just saying this because I'm a cassie or whatever but because that's what my ears and eyes told my brain. Watch the video above, and you'll understand. Those performances were sang live. And the dance moves were not easy (I know because i tried to dance to the songs myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELjgwRs2kyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELjgwRs2kyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not it. their ballads are always beautiful. and i always prefer the live version of their ballad songs, not studio versions. Their live performances are great because there were always overflowing emotion. They gave their best in every performance. How awesome..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another performance &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A93mGtG3ObI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. can't embed it but this is one of my fav ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PvakSTs8Lw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PvakSTs8Lw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what i'm so certain only dbsk can do VERY WELL compared to other kpop groups. Their acapella was awesome. Their harmonization was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus : my all-time bias, Youngwoong Jaejoong aka my Hero ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeAEI8qO50I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeAEI8qO50I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered them a few years back but i still am in love with them. Whether they are going to reconcile or not, it really is up to fate. Still, i am more than grateful﻿ they ever exist. Honestly, none of the groups i listen to so far have a rapper that can also sing as good as yunho nor a cute member that comes with a strong voice like junsu nor a beautiful member that can beautify a﻿ song with his voice like jaejoong nor a member with killer smile and great falsetto like yoochun and nor a maknae that can scream on top of his lung making it looks easy like changmin. Most kpop idol groups nowadays only sell their so-called hot bods and choc abs. Delicious but no, that doesn't make em great. DBSK is simply the best idol group. No, they sit a level higher than that. True artist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of fangirlism-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-9218932507626310062?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/9218932507626310062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=9218932507626310062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/9218932507626310062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/9218932507626310062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-you-under-my-skin.html' title='I got you under my skin.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8296578981691751288</id><published>2010-12-04T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:10:13.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Againts all normality.</title><content type='html'>After quite some times, here I am writing again. I've always had something to write but I was held back by something. It's such a miracle I'm posting this you know. Because it's not about something pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my computer test. For the L license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people are laughing madly now. Like I care.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;I do care.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh to yourself only. If you ever tease me about it, you'll know that there'll be no more connection between us later. I'm dead serious. &lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not having my knicker-twisted or whatsoever, it's just that I failed without intention. Wait......... what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, nobody will ever have an intention to fail a test. Neither do I tho I didn't 'study' that much. I guess the truth is too bitter to be swallowed you know. I never thought I'd fail that test so I kinda feel like I've falled too hard on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that sounds too much. To put it simple, I can't believe I didn't pass. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's why you should sometimes fail in exam and have to reseat for it so you'll be too used to that feeling to even care. Great piece of advice eh? lol. I think if I've been too used to failing then I wouldn't feel this way. And damnit those questions were too easy to be flunked on. I mean, come on. How many people you know out there who have to reseat for that test? No one? It wasn't even like biology nor chemistry nor physics nor maths but I have to reseat for it. That sounds like a bullshit. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'd never wanted to attend all this driving thingy. And I greatly feel those money I - I mean, my mum - paid for the test had been damn wasted. Could have bought something useful from that. But a license would come in handy some day so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there were some outside influences. Yeah, some people are smirking and saying that I'm just making an excuse. Go on with your thoughts. I won't blame you. Typical Malaysians do think that way so I'm not even surprised. Isn't it part of our nature to laugh or smirk at others who flunked some damn-easy-test? Only once you've been in the situation you'll realize how hurtful it is to have people calling you loser beause of that so-called stupid mistake. Trust me, I've done it lotsa time when I was in SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'm being a drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you'll read my defense (on why did I fail) with a smirk or pity, I don't even care. So, your question is, why/how can I failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answers : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First of all, I scored 41/50 where the passing mark is 42/50. Literally and technically I failed. But at least I scored more than 40.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was told by those whom had taken the classes earlier than me that I'll be having two classes before I have to sit for that test but it turned out that those people registered for both car&amp;amp;motorcycle licenses. I, on the other hand. only registered for car. Get the picture now? I thought today was supposed to be the second class so I didn't even bother to go through the book before today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And when I asked the i-don't-what-shall-i-call-her-but-she-works-at-the-driving-school when will be the next CLASS, she said today (I asked her last Tuesday after that bloodyhell 5 hours class). And that supposed-to-be class today had transformed into a test. I only knew about that when I was on my way to the centre. It was 0930 and I only had an hour to go through all 500 questions. There, you guessed it right. I didn't manage to finish all 500 questions tho I tried to answer em all. All I got was headache once I got off the car because I CANNOT READ IN MOVING VEHICLES. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, I had a very bad period pain. Tho it wasn't as bad as some people (who can only feel better after pills and long rest), it was quite bad for me. Not the worst I shall say because I almost faint once due to that. But still, it hurts like hell. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've attended the 5hours course. No I didn't sleep throughout the talks. And I did pay attention. Unluckily, none of the questions asked about what will happen if you didn't shake hands with your parents before you go anywhere. They didn't even ask about the steps you should go through before you drive (and the steps are : look around you car 3 times, insert the key, open the door, sit, adjust this and that, wear your seatbelt, start the engine and so on). Nor did they ask about the woman who drove on her child and how did that happen. Well, those were parts of the talk. The ending of the talk was "Even we had 5 hours it wasn't enough for me to go through the book." (Which mean we didn't learn about the signs, sistem kejara, the 12 seconds rule etc etc etc. The 'lecturer' only told us which page we should read and then, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm totally wrong, I thought that class was supposed to be a class for the future drivers to learn enough for the test? No? Perhaps we really should only read the book and that's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained too much, didn't I? Well, I didn't expect things to turn out this way. Plus, it involves money! IDK whether it was me who was being too laid back (for planning to study a night before the test) or it was the school that was being poorly managed. I mean I don't think I'd have failed even if I only went through the questions on the night before (and that's the overly confident me talking..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will be reseating the test next Thursday (maybe) with another payment of RM40. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : This is sorta like self therapy you know. I feel better now. But that doesn't mean I've started to love driving. No. Just...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8296578981691751288?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8296578981691751288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8296578981691751288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8296578981691751288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8296578981691751288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/12/againts-all-normality.html' title='Againts all normality.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8982171153881238706</id><published>2010-11-04T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:24:00.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random survey'/><title type='text'>Larger than life hot mail</title><content type='html'>This is some old quiz ke survey entah. But when I read it from &lt;a href="http://mentegafly.blogspot.com/"&gt;budak amerika&lt;/a&gt; punya blog, rasa gatal tangan nak buat (standard ah exam ada gap seminggu ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES : &lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music library on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ok, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you're done, tag 20 people in this note, and make sure to tag the person who sent you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY NOT TO CHEAT!!! (Duhh... why would anyone cheat? to look cool? blahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW i'm gonna do this based on two playlists. One is playlist lagu2 boleh singalong and faham, the other one is playlist lagu2 boleh singalong tapi tak faham. You know what I mean~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st playlist : Hollywood babehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OK?" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna try, anyone? LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) HOW WOULD YOU BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As if I can be a person that will hurt you the most? Awwww not a surprise! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere left to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't ask me what this is all about. Blergh~&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock (ini snoop dogg punya lagu) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nahhh I feel like slapping someone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Points of authority &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Our kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT kind of love....?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As if&amp;nbsp; someone ask you, "what do you think of me?" and your answer will be "I'm thinking of you" Great answer indeed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Zero gravity (macam mana lagu budak ni ada dalam playlist aku ni...???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Lit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lit up anyone asking this question I guess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of them are solo currently. Mail me for booking details. HAHAHAHA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Money to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Absolutely. Life's all about money nowadays *sigh* Ceh ceh~&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Drop the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Tie me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As if to be tied down on a bed.... and I better not continue this. Pardon me. *evil grin*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That nervous mervous part...? yeah I hate that part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Awake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a lawyer with the way, I'm always trying to get you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohhh gonna get Fall Out Boys singing live at my reception *berangan*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;No scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tho I'd be sent away with Yaasin instead of this song, this is kinda nice. Heh&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None of these.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;(bapak ah mana datang lagu lagu ni~~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nahh... manede... manede....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just...naturally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd playlist : KPop + Jpop (DBSK only. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OK?" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) HOW WOULD YOU BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Dead end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once you've enter my life, there's no turning back. You'll leave with honor or hate. *muka serious katak*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ice cream, perhaps?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puzzled.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;W (haha ini memang tajuk lagu, tak boleh nak buat apa haaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Just once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kes tak menjawab soalan.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Timeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poetic bah~&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHA niceeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Snow dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Love bye love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok. think of it positively. As if "bye love, i got a husband" instead of "bye love, i'm seperating with my hubby" Geddit? geddit?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;A shell necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shell necklace ni ingat fly ade ahhh~&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my girlfriend? HAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Ride on (pergh can not go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Colors (melody &amp;amp; harmony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awwww nak kena tendang masuk kubur?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Doushite kimi wo suki ni natter shimattandarou? (Why did I end up falling in love with you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Babo (unforgettable) LOL p/s : Babo = Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nahh... I'm not stupid *muka akademik habis*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;When we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ain't that sweet.....???&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Hot mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Combined it with the answer from 1st playlist = Larger than life hot mail. Catchy aite? Will attract busy body for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8982171153881238706?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8982171153881238706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8982171153881238706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8982171153881238706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8982171153881238706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/11/larger-than-life-hot-mail.html' title='Larger than life hot mail'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8837243422031664538</id><published>2010-10-30T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:54:06.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror on the wall...</title><content type='html'>...reflect them in which category do they belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them refers to those who kept lecturing me about aurat and tudung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear girls,&lt;br /&gt;It's important for you to correct yourself before you try to correct others. Don't come to me and advise me about tudung if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wear tudung but your attire showed a bit/quite a measure of your skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wear tudung but your clothing are tight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wear tudung, baggy clothes and all but, gosh, you forgot your socks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wear tudung but it's too short @ above your chest&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wear tudung but your clothes are see-through. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And if you did anything mentioned above, it means that you and I are just the same.&amp;nbsp; Covering your aurat doesn't only mean covering your skin and hair but it includes your curve as well. By doing so (those in the list), it means that you and I fall into the same category - people that don't cover their aurat. Stop acting like an all-saint. Not to forget, the excessive perfume you sprayed on your body and damn thick make up you pasted on your face, those didn't put you any level higher than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can accept advice, but obviously it shouldn't come from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8837243422031664538?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8837243422031664538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8837243422031664538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8837243422031664538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8837243422031664538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/10/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, mirror on the wall...'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7493081359135019740</id><published>2010-10-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:01:20.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>Come and go.</title><content type='html'>Yeah I haven't updated my blog for ages, I know... I know... Blame &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sorority life&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;city of wonder&lt;/span&gt; and of course, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;facebook.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were not many interesting occurrences for me to blog about. just that rumors have finally found their way towards me. i wonder if i should blog about that? later, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, dear an.gah, &lt;u&gt;DBSK is indeed great.&lt;/u&gt; listen to their acapella. watch their dramas. watch their concert. and you'll know what makes them the most successful kpop boyband in the world. ^ ^ and yeah, currently Yunho &amp;amp; Changmin has no recent activity, thanks to that mother eff SM entertainment. JYJ was in Malaysia last Sunday, but I missed their showcase. I was informed that their ticket had sold out so I didn't save up. But as the showcase's date came nearer, there were still some tickets available. I WONDER WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. I didn't have much time to save up, so, yeah, i missed it. Somehow, I think I was lucky. Why? Well, cassies were complaining about the showcase. It was damn short. 45 minutes for JYJ's showcase?? Are you kidding, redstar?? Even Yoochun was kinda surprised when the emcee asked him the last question. Well, i got this info from a cassie who went there (bunyi macam ada kat tempat kejadian je. heh) Whatever it is, I heard they would be coming again soon. Not gonna miss it (kumpul duit! kumpul duit!) and super show 3 will be hitting Malaysia next January if I'm not mistaken. Jom angah! :D Oh yeah, just want you to know, DBSK is way better than SuJu because SuJu can never sing live. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I've gotten JYJ's latest album - The Beginning!!!! Ho yeah~!!! It was produced by Kanye West and someone named darkchild or wutsoeva. the album was in full english and i'm loving it! rawr~!! Tho Junsu still sounds engrish, he'd improved a lot. Jae, too (but he's wayyy better than Junsu. Yes, I'm Jae-bias. Deal with it). Micky, well, english has never been be a problem to him. There were 8 tracks, and all tracks were AWESOME. I personallyy like Ayyy Girl, Be My Girl &amp;amp; Empty. Loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's proceed to some serious issue. I'm currently in study week, and next week, I'll be having my first paper on Tuesday. Second paper on Halloween aka my mum's birthday and final paper on 8 November. Yes, 3 papers ONLY. 3 hours for each paper. Think they would be easy? Easy my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking bout ass, the assholes in my class have started their cucuk-mencucuk business. And some rumors-spreading-agenda. And facebook-stalking-activity. All were done to get people on their side (which is obviously against my side). Dear morons, if you think that gonna kill me, nahhh.... you're absolutely wrong. I have 9+13+4 girls whom are better than you. 100 times better to be exact. Who cares if you got the whole class' support? Who cares if all boys stay by your side? Who cares if you even manage to get the other class' attention? I don't. I'm mature enough to get involved with your childish game. I'm powerful enough to know that these things you are doing affect me no where. I'm independent enough to live my life on my own. And nobody knows me better than myself. Guess you should be proud when others believed in your story. Not because you've succeeded in influencing them. But because there are some other people whom are more idiotic than you. Logic fail much? Well, you guys are worthless in my life, got it? Oh wait! I forgot that you don't understand English! My bad. It's okay. You can use google translate. You always done that for assignments, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 months living (not literally) with em, I realize that these people always look down at others, always think they're right even when they are not, can't accept advise in any way and talk negatively about people whom got more attention than them. Pathetic much, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, Park &amp;amp; Amenity Management Society had their Annual General Meeting. Yeah, I'm part of the society. All PAM's students are. I was damn sleepy and hungry throughout the meeting. Basically because it got nothing to do with me and my ballast tank wasn't fully filled during breakfast. While lolling around during the nomination-for-the-committee-members thingy, somebody stood up. He was about to nominate someone for the Communication &amp;amp; Multimedia Bureau Exco post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;: Nama saya *something*something* dari part (semester) 5. Saya nak cadangkan *turn around* adik ni *point finger at me*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;: Nama siapa, dik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I was nominated. As expected, I lost during the voting. Yes, it was expected. Like, come on. People don't even know me. Forget the others. Even the nominator didn't know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda embarrassing to have the whole PAM's community to know your name and your facebook name. Well, I'm a shy person. "Tetttttt" as much as you like but I know myself more than you do. Don't ever say "you don't seem like a shy person to me" because obviously, I'm such a sarcastic and filter-less human being around people who know me personally. Though, there was something that made me feel like hopping around after the nomination. Some people got their undies all a-twist. You know who I meant with "some people". My friends said their facial expressions were priceless. Eat that $%^&amp;amp;*! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so colourful,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I'm looking for a fully (or at least half) -furnished house around uitm. Gonna be kicked out from hostel soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-7493081359135019740?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7493081359135019740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7493081359135019740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7493081359135019740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7493081359135019740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/10/come-and-go.html' title='Come and go.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-6514313766897500014</id><published>2010-10-11T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:58:22.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>From Hutan to Hotel and Padang</title><content type='html'>Four tiring days. But they were AWESOME. Yeah, exaggerated a bit there to show the awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7/10/2010 - Field Trip to Sungai Tekala, Hulu Langat.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose? To collect dry leaves. Yes, literally. A trip for Introduction to Plant Materials subject. We need to identify trees and leaves and fruits and etc etc etc of forest plants which include Shorea barcteolata, Intsia palembanica, Artocarpus elasticus and blah blah blah. 30 trees altogether = 30 dried leave samples. Met some of syasya's family (read : monkeys. hehehehehehe). There was a river but yeah, we were on study trip not mandi-manda trip so we were not allowed to bersiraman dalam sungai. Sad. Tiring day, but that night we still had to continue our practices for Leisure and Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/33616_167382289942981_100000136332975_607103_5225748_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[fieldtrip]" title=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/33616_167382289942981_100000136332975_607103_5225748_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/64608_167383026609574_100000136332975_607129_3464255_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[fieldtrip]" title=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/64608_167383026609574_100000136332975_607129_3464255_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/66893_167382706609606_100000136332975_607117_1549185_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[fieldtrip]" title=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/66893_167382706609606_100000136332975_607117_1549185_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8/10/2010 - Rock n Roll Dinner, A Night to Remember.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held at Grand Blue Wave hotel, organized by Part 3 students. Went there by taxi macam anak lord mana entah padahal orang lain naik bas. Well, dinner was scheduled to start at 8.30pm but the bus should be picking us up around 6.30. Gila awal. Went there with Syida &amp;amp; Idz and arrived around 8.15 kot. Performed dance along Malam Pesta Muda-mudi &amp;amp; Jai Ho under my so-called rock and roll dress. Weird, I know. Add in embarrassing too. but it's ok. I'm a superstar, I can do anything. LOL. BTW, the foods were awesome and I was glad to see most of them dressed up according to the theme. Baru meriah :D I'm not sure whether I was the only one with dress and socks because others who wore dress matched it with leggings or jeans. Taklah melekat sangat macam pakai socks right? Habislah kena cop dengan lecturer nanti. Agagagagaga~ Camwhored a lot but IDK whose camera I used so I only have few pictures with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/66938_154068367967255_100000922781284_275167_8033340_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Red Carpet"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/66938_154068367967255_100000922781284_275167_8033340_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/66823_123763317678924_100001357685390_114497_984259_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Awesome Foods"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/66823_123763317678924_100001357685390_114497_984259_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/65829_167362669944943_100000136332975_606958_498042_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Bersama Aris AriswatanG made in Ganu"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/65829_167362669944943_100000136332975_606958_498042_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/40761_154068074633951_100000922781284_275164_1947915_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Rockstar"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/40761_154068074633951_100000922781284_275164_1947915_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064051737_c0bd22ebf8_b.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Malam Pesta Muda Mudi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064051737_c0bd22ebf8_b.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/36048_1634363024602_1402480358_1677448_6100784_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Jai Ho!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/36048_1634363024602_1402480358_1677448_6100784_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/64086_154070481300377_100000922781284_275185_8290671_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="mannequins"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/64086_154070481300377_100000922781284_275185_8290671_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/44245_154069781300447_100000922781284_275181_7303614_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="models"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/44245_154069781300447_100000922781284_275181_7303614_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/59610_154067557967336_100000922781284_275158_3004058_n.jpg" rel="lightbox[dinner]" title="Close up"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/59610_154067557967336_100000922781284_275158_3004058_n.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9/10/2010 - Leisure Carnival.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event was held by part 2 students for Leisure &amp;amp; Recreation Management subject if I'm not mistaken. Guests were students were from SMK Alam Megah &amp;amp; SMK TTDI Jaya. Lower 6 students. I wonder why they chose schools with a lot of non-bumis because it's part of general knowledge that uitm is for Bumis only. They promoted this course but seriously, will they be able to apply for this course? Hmmmm~ Forget about that. I played 2 games just for the sake of filling my leisure time. One is balingan kasih where we had to throw and catch balloons filled with water. Winners were those who collected more balloons than others. Second was terompah gergasi and it was damn ngok ngek. There were 5 people in a team, me, mimi, mimi's friend, kamarul and affandi. the terompah is some flat woods taped with plastics for you to insert your feet. All five people must walk with the same steps to move forward. We had only walked a few steps when suddenly, all of us fell to the ground. I was so blurred because I didn't expect that fall. The reason? Kamarul's foot broke one of the plastics. Oh my~ We were all laughing like mad. Sangat memalukan OK. We weren't even halfway through. We ran out of the track, leaving others wondering why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064801960_3107121307_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="Choral not-so-speaking"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064801960_3107121307_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064153267_40b9744dff_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="Balingan Kasih =..="&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064153267_40b9744dff_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064766112_3934e3e4da_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="Tel ya Imma got skill!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064766112_3934e3e4da_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064145521_7b79623eb0_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="Discussing tactics for Terompah Gergasi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064145521_7b79623eb0_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064144967_7ea8b1557a_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="RAWR~!!!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064144967_7ea8b1557a_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064756544_eb66b01cc0_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="Awwww cak!!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064756544_eb66b01cc0_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064133565_107c461c77_o.jpg" rel="lightbox[leisure]" title="Poker Face"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/5064133565_107c461c77_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10/10/2010 - Sports Day&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Planned by part 4 students and there were futsal and netball games. I joined netball since I hate football and anything related to it. Played two games, lost both. Heh~ Most of my teammates were first time netballer on that day, so it was expected. We didn't really care actually. We joined in just to have fun and we did had fun. Tapi ada juga lah yang had fun by cheering some so-called hot dudes. Cheap cheap cheap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/Tangga.jpg" rel="lightbox[sportsday]" title="Before game starts"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/Tangga.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/Rebut.jpg" rel="lightbox[sportsday]" title="Shirt salah tema"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/Rebut.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/ALYASHOOT.jpg" rel="lightbox[sportsday]" title="Satu harapan"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/ALYASHOOT.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/gossip.jpg" rel="lightbox[sportsday]" title="Goss!ps"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/gossip.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11/10/2010 - Demam day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. After one whole hectic week, here I am, lying in my room alone, sneezing and coughing. Hardworking much, eh? LOL. BTW, don't call my phone for now. You might think you've dialed some ghost city. I've lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-6514313766897500014?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/6514313766897500014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=6514313766897500014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6514313766897500014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6514313766897500014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-hutan-to-hotel-and-padang.html' title='From Hutan to Hotel and Padang'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/DreamCatcher_Leeya/UITM/th_33616_167382289942981_100000136332975_607103_5225748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-9105163185468053292</id><published>2010-10-07T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:39:37.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>No Ddaemune~</title><content type='html'>I was so mad today. Damn mad.&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with some assholes. (Pardon my French.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to present the performance for Leisure Carnival in front of the seniors. Honestly, I hate it because it has been canceled for a few times so I've lost the mood. But I can still do it sincerely because I know nobody wanted it to happened that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just fine until I realize, I shared class with some Royal Highness. General knowledge taught us that VVIPs can come late. So, these Your Highness applied it in their life. Some of my classmates were already at the padang kawad since 8pm++ and these Your Highness came around 10pm++. Veryyyy the VVVVVIP, wasn't it? And it wasn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. How old are you guys? Do you still need to be taught on manners and punctuality? When everyone else can come early, why can't you? Kalau kau memang raja berdaulat aku faham lah, but seriously, you are nobody. I can say this directly to you. I just did, but I was stopped. If you want me to complain directly to your face, come forward and demand it. I can give you more than complaints. I have quite a number of insult words in my vocabulary, no sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some people prefer to just let this go, remember that I won't. Nobody blamed you when you did it for the first time so you kept on repeating it. You think you'll be safe, didn't you? you think nobody cares. You think everyone is willing to wait for you no matter how late you'll be. Sorry, I can't and I won't. What was your IQ level seriously? Below 80? And that was why you were being such an ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyone makes mistake. BUT, only stupid-thoughtless-ignorant-selfish people will keep on repeating the same mistake. Even if you hate that leisure carnival thingy, keep it to yourself will you? Don't trouble others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest thing of all YOU LIED and YOU DID NOT APOLOGIZE. Dekat depan Palapes? Lagi 5 minit nak sampai? What kind of bullshits were those? And when you arrived, I confronted you. I asked you why you were late. I told you about how I felt. Just 1% of what I felt actually because I was stopped. And instead of apologizing, one of you bravely raised her voice and answered me. Amboi! Who's at fault now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that you guys are so spoiled that you can't received blames even when it was you who did wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not your first thoughtless mistake. I wonder if you still remember about playing songs through your phone out loud when there was me whom really disliked them? I wonder if you still remember asking me to wait for you, and I did tho you were damn slow,  but you had never wait for me in return? Remember when you asked me to tell you about any announcement if I got to know one, but you'd never done the same when you were informed about something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at the wrong side, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-9105163185468053292?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/9105163185468053292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=9105163185468053292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/9105163185468053292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/9105163185468053292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-ddaemune.html' title='No Ddaemune~'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8441568020993905388</id><published>2010-09-23T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:08:39.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Indonesian... behave yourself.</title><content type='html'>Read the utusan yet anyone? Gahhhh Indonesians are too much. What rights do you have to forbid Malaysians from living in your country? Regarding the case about one maid being raped and abused, do you think it has anything to do with Malaysians there? Did all Malaysians living there came back to Malaysia and did that? *rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that was unacceptable, but do you have to be so immature? Why would you blame people that got nothing to do with that case? It's not that all Indonesians living in Malaysia are nice people, mind you. Malaysia had been very patient with your people who keep on committing various crimes here. Had we ever had "sweep Indonesians' campaign? No. Do you know how many Malaysians were raped by your people? Not to forget those who were killed, chopped, robbed and etc. You might say "Not all Indonesians are like that". Well, eat your words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that Malaysia would collapse or goes bankrupt without your people working here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8441568020993905388?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8441568020993905388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8441568020993905388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8441568020993905388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8441568020993905388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/09/indonesian-behave-yourself.html' title='Indonesian... behave yourself.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-471688602896654394</id><published>2010-09-07T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:31:07.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I was bored so I did some translating.</title><content type='html'>Inspired by anon readers from countries that don't use Malay as 2nd, 3rd nor 4th (and so on) language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I translated my previous post with google translate. And the result was : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am not saying I have 100% correct ad. It's also wrong. But I kind of logic is not a big deal. Where we know what is implied in mind that the ad was I? We are not God. Maybe he really is my intention yadda yadda yadda pesongkan faith but may also he was in the name of art. Where are you know? q: But if all of the things I relate to illegal kejadah iluminati I ......... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;menyampah like it&lt;/span&gt;. Any advertising I pulled my back. The expiration of the story. Loss was TV3. LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;Menyampah like it? IRONIC.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-471688602896654394?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/471688602896654394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=471688602896654394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/471688602896654394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/471688602896654394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-bored-so-i-did-some-translating.html' title='I was bored so I did some translating.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8277229840830600131</id><published>2010-09-07T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:50:30.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>The stats</title><content type='html'>Juz realised blogger has a stats tab now O.o&lt;br /&gt;I checked mine and it was.... funny.&lt;br /&gt;there were readers from states, canada, UK yadda yadda yadda reading my blog. WTF? I don't think they&amp;nbsp; understand anything in here. Maybe tengok gambar je kott. or maybe buka sekejap and than blah~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highest read post was the one about &lt;a href="http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/04/heading-to-ground.html"&gt;heading to the ground&lt;/a&gt;. Followed by &lt;a href="http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes-im-kpop-freak-dbsk-freak-why-should.html"&gt;i'm a kpop freak, a dbsk freak....&lt;/a&gt; post. Must be cassies (or future cassies. :D )&lt;br /&gt;And, errr... lotsa traffic from uitm related posts too. Am I being tracked or what? 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Ada juga salahnya. Tapi macam tak logik nak besar-besarkan. Mana kita tahu apa yang tersirat dalam fikiran orang yang buat iklan tu? Kita bukan Tuhan. Mungkin dia memang ada niat nak pesongkan akidah yadda yadda yadda tapi mungkin juga dia buat atas nama seni. Mana kau tahu? q: Tapi bila semua benda nak relate dengan iluminati kejadah haram tu......... macam menyampah pulak. Apa-apa pun iklan dah ditarik balik dah. Habis cerita. Rugi lah TV3. 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WTF? Benda macam ni pun boleh jadi isu?&lt;br /&gt;Some of the explanations are quite acceptable, but FOR ME, most of em are simply ridiculous. Some people sure are thinking wayyyyy to much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the reasons why lotsa people are against it and I've added my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 :&lt;br /&gt;1. Buku = bible : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Duhh? Does that mean I have to burn every single book I have in this house? Sebab semua buku dah disamakan dengan bible? LOL. It's not like the book was engraved with a word BIBLE on the cover~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Malam Yang Gelap = Islam yang mundur : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Setiap malam Islam mundur lah kalau macam tu. Sebab setiap malam gelap. Another LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mentol Lampu = Pencerahan (Illumination) = Lucifer@Iblis : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Everyone, kindly switch off your lamp now. You are showing a support to illuminist by LIGHTING UP DARK PLACES.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sangkar Burung - Simbol manusia yang terkurung dan terkongkong dengan ajaran ISLAM : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Can anyone tell me where's the human IN THE BIRD'S CAGE? I can't see any? So how can you symbolise the cage in that way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tingkap Terbuka - Jalan keluar dari kemiskinan dan kemunduran : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Hold on. Nak pergi tutup tingkap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 :&lt;br /&gt;1.Mukasurat Bergambar - Bible (Christianity) : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Bible bergambar ke wey?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Mukasurat Jawi terbalik - Al-Quran yang dihinakan : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Penat aku replay, pause, replay, pause. Aku tak nampak pun 'keterbalikan' tulisan jawi? Plus, jawi adalah TULISAN MELAYU whereas tulisan dalam Al-Quran is TULISAN ARAB.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Beca Merah - Samaran untuk kenderaan Santa Claus : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Habislah syarikat beca kat Melaka and Penang ni kena keluar bajet lebih nak tukar warna semua beca merah sebab dah disamakan dengan kereta santa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.North Star - Bintang Kelahiran Horus (Dajjal)Pokok Krismas - Simbol Paganism : &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;All stars I got for my homework when I was in primary school shaped like that. OHMAIGOD! My teachers were illuminist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 :&lt;br /&gt;1.Bintang-bintang kecil beraura - Keajaiban, kekayaan, kemahsyuran, kemodenan etc. : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Can someone tell me what's the relation...?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Lelaki Rambut Putih Dan Bersongkok Putih - POPE - Ketua Agama Kristian : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tok Imam tempat aku rambut putih and pakai kopiah. Does that mean..........? *jeng jeng jeng*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Pelawaan Menaiki Beca - Pelawaan Masuk Kristian : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;HAHA. Lepas ni kalau ada orang ajak naik beca sila tolak. Nanti murtad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4 :&lt;br /&gt;Budak Lelaki Melayu dengan seorang Budak Perempuan Melayu masuk ke dalam beca dan terus duduk bersandar. (Scene ini memaparkan kejayaan memurtadkan (merosakkan) Bangsa Melayu) : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Like.... how?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5 :&lt;br /&gt;1.Pulau Pinang - Tempat Illuminati mula bertapak (Francis Light) : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;It was JAMBATAN PULAU PINANG, mind you. I guess they just wanted to show distinct places in Malaysia. Don't you know that Penang Bridge is one of the longest bridges in the world?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Teluk Intan, Hilir Perak (Anson) - Ada Illuminati Lodge kat sini. Rotary club pun bersepah. : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Again, it was MENARA CONDONG they were showing. And it's just because that building is unique. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Kuala Lumpur - Malaysian Illuminati punya capital. : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;It was KLCC, and you do know what KLCC represents.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6 :&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba ada satu pasangan tambahan budak lelaki/perempuan melayu dalam beca.&lt;br /&gt;1.Pasangan Melayu Extra - Murtad dan kerosakan makin berkembang dan mendapat sambutan : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;????? Since I've disagreed with this (refer scene 3, part 3 and scene 4) I have nothing to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7 :&lt;br /&gt;Beca berhenti depan unit kondo. Satu pasangan budak Melayu lagi diorang pickup. Budak Melayu Kampung gembira sampai bercahaya-cahaya mukanya.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kondo - Bandar/Middle Class. Budak kampung dah diterima oleh orang bandar. Masuk Kristian adalah cool, urban, modern dsbnya. : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;This is FUNNY~! Entah apa kaitan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 8 :&lt;br /&gt;Seorang budak perempuan memeluk seorang budak perempuan lain dari belakang. Kepala seorang budak lelaki hanya tersengih di tepi pasangan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;1.Pasangan Budak Perempuan Berpelukan - Lesbianism/Feminism2.Kepala Budak Lelaki Tersengih - Lelaki yang tak dipedulikan dan diperbodohkan. : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Wey, what's wrong with &lt;b&gt;KIDS &lt;/b&gt;huggging each other? Melayu mana yang otak kotor sangat nak relate dengan lesbian thingy ni? And that boy, salah ke senyum? Takkan nak peluk sekali? Duhh~ I think the focus was the HAPPINESS IN THE KIDS' faces. That's all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 9 - Beca terbang merentasi sebuah pulau.&lt;br /&gt;1.Pulau - Singapore lah : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;So....?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 10 - Beca terbang merentasi awan dan menuju ke sebuah kawasan pergunungan. Kelihatan sebuah masjid di sebelah kiri, budak-budak Melayu tak mempedulikan kewujudan masjid malah lebih tertarik dengan pemandangan di bawah beca terbang.&lt;br /&gt;1.Kawasan Pergunungan (Bukit-bukau) - tempat tinggal Jin2. Masjid Kecil - Agama Islam yang lemah : &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Jin pun ada yang ISLAM, mind you. And masjid kecil? Ada nampak ukuran ke? how can you tell that the mosque was indeed small? Ehhhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 11 - Budak-budak Melayu sudah mendarat dan terus berlari sambil menunjuk-nunjuk ke arah Masjid yang terletak jauh disebalik jurang yang dalam sambil ketawa berdekah-dekah. Terdapat dua tangan misteri yang juga sedang menunjuk-nunjuk ke arah masjid. Sebuah bangunan misteri berada di antara masjid dan budak-budak Melayu. : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;KETAWA BERDEKAH-DEKAH? do you really know how ketawa berdekah-dekah looks like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bangunan Misteri - Sebagai cover up (Yang sebenarnya ditunjuk-tunjuk adalah Masjid) : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;What's wrong with that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Perbuatan Menunjuk Menggunakan Jari Telunjuk - Perlakuan Biadab : &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;LIKE YOU USED YOUR THUMB TO SHOW OFF THINGS WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE KIDS~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with the advert. They just wanted to show how colourful and vibrant hari raya is. Guess it's &lt;u&gt;too modern&lt;/u&gt; for some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STOP RELATING EVERYTHING WITH ILLUMINIST. You are just being OBSESSED. I can't see the relation, seriously. This was so made up to give MORE PUBLICITY to the iluminist. 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Sangat hebat. Lebih hebat daripada Pakatan Rakyat. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TH0TmNGhZsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/n-_A_xumYVU/s1600/divas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TH0TmNGhZsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/n-_A_xumYVU/s400/divas.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Alicia Amran likes this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-4114622382166430281?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4114622382166430281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4114622382166430281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4114622382166430281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4114622382166430281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka-day-is-diva-day.html' title='Merdeka day is a DIVA day'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TH0TmNGhZsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/n-_A_xumYVU/s72-c/divas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5428702303035835510</id><published>2010-08-31T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:55:22.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><title type='text'>Today is JYJ day</title><content type='html'>I wish I can say DBSK day tho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my~ I was so lucky I didn't have class today so I managed to get myself updated with allkpop. Some of you can get lost now. This is not your reading material, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you so much allkpop for bringing updates of JYJ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, earlier this morning, JYJ's first PV (read : promotion video) aka MV (read : music video. it's a same thing after all) was released. The title was Itsudatte Kimi Ni (Forever With You).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="520"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6xFHszJPaA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6xFHszJPaA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited I spent hours subbing this. Duhh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was better than spending my time sleeping rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now, they reported that Jae &amp;amp; Junsu sang for Sungkyunkwan's Scandal OST. FYI, Sungkyunkwan's Scandal is the debut drama for Yoochun! Yeay~ It airs today... I mean, it aired just now in Korea and the preview for the track sung by J&amp;amp;J had already been uploaded in youtube. Wow. So fast =..= It was a short preview but I can say that that song is gonna be awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="520"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9HyfKaV7Vw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9HyfKaV7Vw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The starting clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="520"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN9vqgcCkd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN9vqgcCkd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gahhhh~ If looks could kill, I'd be long gone~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : HoMin, Cassies miss you. And wutthahell is happening with Changmin's Paradise Ranch? It was supposed to be aired ages ago. =..=&lt;br /&gt;p/s p/s : Hopping (yes, hopping) for torrent links from d-addicts and subtitles from... GOE SS maybe? Whatever. Can't wait!!! But my hard disks are damn full now. Plus, currently I'm downloading 'My Girlfriend Is a Nine-tailed Fox'. 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Poyo je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i did some IQ test in a website. Do it &lt;a href="http://www.intelligencetest.com/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. IDK whether it's reliable or not but, duhh, just give it a try. BTW you can only access the website/test once if i'm not mistaken. Buat lah. Boleh compare markah. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 30 questions and I got 23 correct. Where the hell did I go wrong in the other questions??? Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 30 questions, my mark was evaluated in 9 different sections(??). Verbal, mathematical, Spatial, Logic, Pattern recognition, general knowledge, short time memory, visualization and classification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THavjhDOv-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/RykGzO7Mu8Q/s1600/analysis+score.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THavjhDOv-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/RykGzO7Mu8Q/s320/analysis+score.JPG" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my score. I scored highest in pattern recognition and lowest in spatial. the lowest result wasn't a surprise tho. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THav-ILTIjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/MbIghU_GbNA/s1600/analysis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THav-ILTIjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/MbIghU_GbNA/s320/analysis.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capability to manipulate 3d objects yadda yadda yadda. Well, I know I have problems with that. I realized it wayyy back in my lower secondary school year. Remember living skills subject? Remember the plan drawing? I could never draw that back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THax9GZaYJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RbdHQTnWcF8/s1600/main+result.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THax9GZaYJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RbdHQTnWcF8/s400/main+result.JPG" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Main result&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the mark distribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THayiGbE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SjcnxYYxGJk/s1600/grades.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THayiGbE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SjcnxYYxGJk/s400/grades.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that, this made me happy. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-4261429284138437404?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/4261429284138437404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=4261429284138437404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4261429284138437404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/4261429284138437404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-genius-but-almost-gifted.html' title='I&apos;m not a genius but almost gifted.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/THavjhDOv-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/RykGzO7Mu8Q/s72-c/analysis+score.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-3397109832967180861</id><published>2010-08-23T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:54:02.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stories'/><title type='text'>Fly dah fly.</title><content type='html'>yeah. old news. fly had flown to united state of&lt;strike&gt; pop &lt;/strike&gt;america last saturday. 21st august. we miss you. sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her flight was canceled when she was in New York so there was where she became Serena VDW. In her own way. she rode the yellow cab. she passed the manhattan bridge. she slept in hilton. Wahhhh~ ini mendatangkan marah. ok. jeles sebenarnya. demm youuuuuuu. i jeles you know? you walk walk here and there. snap snap pictures of this and that place. oh you. so zalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week before that, we had a farewell partay for her. yea... iftar partay. ok. that sounds so wrong. wuteva it is, that day was a blast. there were me, izzat, nabil, salman the nabil's boyfie, rose, shaza and the one being celebrated, fly. tho not all tfb members could make it, the event was still awesome. somehow it means, those who weren't there were not that significant so their absence was blahhhh~ HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK I lied. ketidakhadiran mereka sangat dirasai. sedih sungguh hati. kerinduan kepada mereka menyelinap jauh menyusuri perasaan. ok shut up alya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start on how we planned for everything. eh. tak payah lah. panjang sangat cerita. there were various suggestions on where shud we hold that partay. san francissco steak house lah, saloma.... saloma ape ye? and etc etc etc. finally we decided (more to nabil decided actually) to go for Johnny steamboat. Jadi zillion of thanks to nabil who booked that place. ok nabil, text me later and tell me how the hell did you book those seats ok. boleh datang lagi next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went there alone from shah alam. wahhhh cuak saya naik bas. very un-cool naik rapid sampai kl sentral. patutnya haritu bawak reader's digest. kenapa? saja nak nampak lebih cool daripada biasa bila baca reader's digest dalam bas. oh so wuteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, thanks to rose for telling me how to get there. susah bila takde driver ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived there around 4pm++. confirmed the seats. ordered the foods. went for repo man! Lets not talk about the movie. i sat between rose and shaza. at first we sat so calmly but towards the end of the movie, shaza's head was merely visible if you look from the seat behind, mine was 1/3 left and rose had totally disappeared! LOL it was so euw we slid down more and more as the movie went on. blergh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the foods were awesomeeee. we ate a lot just for RM 25 tho i honestly think I ate more than that RM25 worth off. What with the pineapple fried rice and choc milkshake and banana split and steamboat of course~ kiranya ada yang bayar lebih lah because we divided the bill evenly. heh. takpe...we shared the moments! tee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with eating, we hunted presents for fly. izzat gave her a froggy lighter. it was damn cute. light it and it would make some sound and the eyes will blink with green light. with that, we all decided to give fly something froggy too. I got her a plush toy, shaza gave her a tumbler (which reminded me of the baby's first mug. LOL ) and rose bought her a phone strap. Nabil deviated tho. She and salman chose a mug with cats on it. You aaa nabil... so not ikut tema. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, me and shaza slept over at fly's. ohmaigosh her cats are damn fluffy. i wonder how was nabil when she was there? kau kurung ke kucing tu masa nabil datang fly? HAHAHA. we had our sahur there. nice~ seminggu makan roti je tapi kat situ dapat nasi :D . later, i went back home but shaza &amp;amp; fly went to CM, cari tudung. ceh ceh. tak habis habis berjalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lah. enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w611.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw611.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ftt195%2Falya-alicia%2FThe+FaB%2FFlys+Farewell%2Faf7a9af2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s611.photobucket.com/albums/tt195/alya-alicia/The%20FaB/Flys%20Farewell/?action=view&amp;current=af7a9af2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Fly we miss you. Already. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-3397109832967180861?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/3397109832967180861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=3397109832967180861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3397109832967180861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/3397109832967180861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-dah-fly.html' title='Fly dah fly.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-6039615156504772123</id><published>2010-08-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:18:55.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>18 is not just a number.</title><content type='html'>I've been typing a lot actually but I published none of those. Don't ask me why. It's just that, after writing for so long i fell sleepy and... you guess it right. Selamat tinggal dunia. I didn't even bother to finish what i wrote and when I reopened it the next day, the mood wasn't there. RIP in the draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things had been happening. Some conflicts had surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. Honesty is essential for relationship but honesty too can cut off connections. Geddit? Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older you grow, the wiser you think you are. This is where advices among peers could be no longer accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning 18 pleased you. But do remember it brings you something. It shows you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 is significant. even if you wanna watch porn legally (this is civil term, mind you), you have to be 18 &amp; above. Why? Well, most people think one is older enough when he/she is 18. And above, obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means, reaching the age of 18 should have made you more adult-like, mature enough to handle bad comments, wise enough to analyze what one meant when he/she is saying something, grown enough to understand respect etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, not many people do so. Me? 50% included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-6039615156504772123?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/6039615156504772123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=6039615156504772123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6039615156504772123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/6039615156504772123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/08/18-is-not-just-number.html' title='18 is not just a number.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-531425662520230384</id><published>2010-08-03T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:38:52.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I might stop writing...</title><content type='html'>...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-531425662520230384?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/531425662520230384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=531425662520230384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/531425662520230384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/531425662520230384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-might-stop-writing.html' title='I might stop writing...'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-2317303356558584621</id><published>2010-08-03T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:33:07.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>There's no such thing as a free lunch babeh.</title><content type='html'>I updated my fb status a few days back about my experience with pusat kesihatan uitm (PK). How I was so frustrated with the medical officer's way in treating me as a patient yang memang dah lembik gila vavi that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happened back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't feeling well since morning. I was coughing badly, I had a runny nose and a very bad headache. My body tempt had also increases. So I decided to go to PK after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 5pm and only got the treatment after 1 and half hour later. Standard lah... benda free memang annoying. Macam pergi government hospital jugak lah. I don't want to complain much about that because, yeah, free consultations weren't actually free. You paid it with your time and energy. Time is gold, remember? Again, standard lah tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came my turn to see the medical officer (MO). He looked at me and asked me :&lt;br /&gt;MO : Ya, sakit apa?&lt;br /&gt;me : demam, batuk selesema.&lt;br /&gt;MO : Saya tengok awak ni pun saya tahu yang awak sebenarnya tak demam. Awak ni sakit 'lain' sebenarnya *cynical tone*&lt;br /&gt;Then he took my temperature. He looked at the thermometer and with a smirk on his face, he said&lt;br /&gt;MO : Awak ni tak cukup air je ni. Mula-mula badan awak jadi panas, lepastu pening, batuk, selesema, muntah-muntah, sakit-sakit badan &amp; tumbuh merah-merah kat tangan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all listed above aligned with dengue symptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean dengue fever doesn't exist? Does that mean those whom diagnosed with dengue was actually dehydrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since he was the one with the knowledge, obeying him was the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while in there, I was coughing non stop. Again, with a cynical tone he said "Aihh melampau sangat batuk awak tu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK what you have in mind, but when I was there he gave me this kind of smirk,cynical tone and a kind of look which could be translated as &lt;i&gt;"You are not sick. You are here just to skip classes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? If I'd really wanted to skip classes I would have done so since morning, okay. I won't waste my energy to go to Dr. Kamarul's &amp; Miss Azah's classes because my headache was so bad I couldn't even pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoyed me more was that he didn't want to give me MC. Hek eleyh~ Luckily both classes on Thursday got canceled. I planned just to skip those classes because I couldn't even get up that morning but then, I guess luck was on my side. Thanks lecturers for canceling those classes. Pity my classmates. They went there just to find out there'd be no class. Not once, but twice. Heee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, on Thursday, being heard that my classmates had been scolded for not taking the malaria pills asap, I tried my best to get up to get those pills at PK. Trust me, it wasn't easy. I couldn't even stand without holding onto anything. I could only sit for about 10 seconds before I fall back. Just imagine. It was the worst fever I ever had. I was shivering, my body went limp and my head turned 360 degree non stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go to the college's office to ask them whether they could send me and my friends to PK. One of the workers there gave us this you-guys-are-so-troublesome look. Muka tak ikhlas langsung. And she complained loudly. Aduh lah. Ingat kitorang nak ke sakit? Dah tua pun tak boleh fikir. But above all, I'd like to thank one of the workers there. He was so nice to us. He was the one who called the PK's ambulance to pick us up and he looked very concern. So, to that makcik, please learn how to deal with your job. You are supposed to take care of our welfare when we're in hostel, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ambulance (it was a van je sebenarnya) arrived. If I was pissed of by the medical officer on Wednesday, I was annoyed by a nurse on Thursday. She was mad because she said we shouldnt call the van if our purpose was just to take the malaria pills. The van was for emergency cases only. I'd explained to her that I was too weak to walk there but she just don't want to listen. WTH? She forced us to see the MO first before we could take the pills because we had used the van. Apa jadah? I told her that I've seen the MO a day before and he said I wasn't sick. So that means I could take the malaria pills but no. I have to see the MO first no matter what because yeah, I'd used the van. Aduh lah~ So then I decided to leave without even taking the pills. I went back to college, walking and once I arrived I passed out. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reason behind this is that they don't have faith in us, students. Maybe because there had been too many fake cases before but duhh, why should they care?! Just remember that the One above will pay for those liars. They should just do their job. Whenever a patient comes in, treat them WITH SMILE, not SMIRK nor SOUR FACE. Korang ni dapat certificate palsu ke apa? Bed manners pun teruk! Plus, those who pretended to be sick are at loss of missing classes, not you. Again, WHY SHOULD YOU CARE? Even if you do, don't simply assume everyone was lying if you couldn't see the sickness on their expression. Not everyone who fall sick will have this lembik-macam-nak-mati-esok look on their faces. Same goes to the lecturers who accepted MC leave from government hospital or PK only. Imagine this. You were damn sick, like what I faced just now. Would you rather go to the public hospitals or PK when you know that you'd have to wait for centuries for your turn? I don't think so. Same goes with me. If you were conned by the students, then just call yourself unlucky. They'd get paid for whatever they did sooner or later. But please... Don't have such a typical view on students whenever they're sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Rasa macam duduk sebelah rumah pelacur. Kenapa? Orang bilik sebelah ni dari petang tadi terjerit-jerit macam pelacur tak puas. Ada seseiapa yang tolong puaskan? 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It was ages ago. Ceh ceh padahal baru balik berapa hari. Just gonna summarize the event because I know you wouldn't want to read the details. Malaysians kan malas membaca. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Dah macam tulis berita. LOL. Woke up at 6.45am, got myself ready for the trip. Packed all my things and left Anggerik for FSPU's bus stop around 7.45am. Nobody was there yet except for Pika, As &amp;amp; Syida. Gilaaaa semangat. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;We waited for the bus for hours... no. CENTURIES. It wasn't until 9.30am++ when the buses started to arrive one by one. Kata pukul 8am? Cakap macam Bangla. Malays can never be punctual. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode the bus with a few of my classmates, chose the back seat, sat with Syida. There were Azmir, Fandi, Aaron, Kamarul, Kak Dayah, Iki, As, Pika and siapa entah lagi yang duduk kat belakang. You know none of them... I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the journey so everyone was really excited. The excitement ended when the bus stopped near Pusat Kesihatan. OMG. Lupa. We had to consume a few more malaria pills. We started to look at each other and buat muka pasrah. As expected, pahit macam harem~ I don't know how can we endure next doses. Ada 4 kali lagi wa cakap lu... =..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the pills, the journey continued. We had fun in the bus where a few of my classmates started to talk nonsense. It was damn funny. I didn't join in the conversation because, well, I wasn't 'that' bonded with them yet. But they made the journey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, the ride wasn't that great. Gila macam F1 drebar tu speed. Huh. Nasib umur panjang. Dah macam naik roller coaster wa cakap lu. Siott betul. Luckily none of us threw up or something. or else.... I cant imagine the smell.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived around 4pm++ and it was cooking time. My mum prepared some tepung cucur so we had some cucur with milo as minum petang. Ceh. Pergi camping nak makan macam kat rumah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we had this ice breaking thingy. We were divided into groups. I was in Piranha. Cewah. There were Azuha, Hayat, Ika, Kak Ain, Kak Ida &amp;amp; Farha in my group and we were joined in by 3 seniors from part 6, Kak Mas, Kak something something, Kak somebody. Sorry. Couldn't remember their names. FYI we had to name our groups according to wild animals so we chose Piranha. It was way better than Kongkang (it's sloth I think) or Lebah or whatever names there were. Pelik-pelik je. Surprisingly nobody chose Lion. Kalau tahu, I'd pick it. Gryffindor babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the ice breaking thingy, we had to prepare a cheer or trademark, a presentation on the significance of the animal we chose &amp;amp; a flag as barang amanah. My group's cheer was "Piranha...piranha...piranha.... piiirah. Ngap ngap ngap" It was stupid of course but we did it for fun. Bajet lah nak buat lirik lagu ke apa kan. Again, it was stil better than kongkang. HAHAHAHAHA. IDK why but kongkang's group was really weird. I mean, the name itself was something so rare. To be honest, I'd never heard of kongkang before. Tah kejadah apa entah. Then the cheer had this kind of movement yang memang macam apa je. LOLOLOLOLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Again, we had to introduce ourselves. Aihhh.... tak best. We (me and some other gossip mates to be) spotted someone which was sooooo annoying. I mean, what she wore was annoying. Some of them said it was so embarrassing to see her dressed up that way. Honestly I didn't mind at all. I was just jealous that nobody complaint about it. It it was me, mesti dah kena. Beyonce's thigh lah katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Baru day 1 dah penuh post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 July - Friday&lt;br /&gt;Today was a tiresome day. &lt;br /&gt;We started our day with morning exercises which was claimed to be necessary for the next activity, jungle trekking. The truth is, it made things worst. I'll tell you why later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started our trekking. We crossed the river on a boat. Tak sampai 5 minit pun. Then we climbed the stairs towards the forest. My group was lead by Abang Khai (AK). Jangan buang A depan tu. HAHAHAHA. He told us this and that about the trees and tell you what? We found a damn big millipede. A bit bigger than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6TbSCGOmjnfX7M::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__J-AIDOvD2iLFJ1W6PtguVM66PuE=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6TbSCGOmjnfX7M::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__J-AIDOvD2iLFJ1W6PtguVM66PuE=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the only animal we found throughout the trekking. Gelap~&lt;br /&gt;It was a 3km trekking if I'm not mistaken. I didn't really listen to our guide because I was too busy looking at the trees while silently praying a tiger will suddenly popped out from anywhere. Well that's a weird dream of mine. Don't mind that. I'm a nature lover. Ceh ceh... Tak caya? You should see my expression when I was there. Ternganga-nganga tengok hutan. Kagum tahap super saiya. Rasa macam best gila. Breathless. Speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we had to climb Bukit Terisek (IDK how to spell this). First there was this 'cucu bukit' according to AK. It was a small hill but semput jugak nak panjat. Next, we climbed the 'anak bukit'. It was higher and tougher. Guess what came up next? Yep... 'bapak bukit'. Duhh. The worst hill I'd ever climbed. Once we reached the top, the view was breathtaking. Rasa maca nak terjun. Refer &lt;a href="http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2009/10/facts-of-century.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna know why. Number 27 ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the climb, we went down for canopy walk! Yeay~!! I've been wanting to try this since I know it existed. I was damn excited that I walked too fast on the bridge it swayed a bit. Lol. Luckily those people behind me walked so slow (takutlah tu. HAHA) so I could stop here and there and looked down. Tinggi gilaaaaa. OMG. Rasa macam nak lompat-lompat. Honestly I was so happy to be up in the air. Yelah, nak jadi pilot tak boleh. Naik canopy walk pun jadi lah kan. I felt like floating. Masa naik sky bridge ada cermin so tak best macam ni. LOL. Most people didn't dare to look down because they were gayat. Luckily I don't have that cowardice disease or else I would miss the great view of the forest floor from such a high place. Happy happy happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trekking, I went to get a pair of slippers because the slipper strap of mine broke. Shett betul. baru pakai 3 weeks =..= Damn you bata. My new slippers are awesome. not. The shape was weird so some people were enjoying themselves laughing at my slippers. Derr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening activity was a visit to Orang Asli's village. They are from suku kaum Bateq. To reach there, we had to ride boats for about 15 minutes kot. I didn't wear watch because we were drenched all the way there ON PURPOSE. It was fun but since my mp3 broke down due to that water war thingy I kinda hated it later. It was in a plastic but they drenched us too much plus the plastic was thin so...yeah. Inalillah lah my mp3. At first my phone, my lovely pink supernova also broke down. But then, somehow, it recovered itself. Nasib baik. Baru 2 minggu repair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I miss my mp3. I'd been using it since form 1 ok. T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the orang asli story. I was so surprised to see their village for real. Sumpah IDK how did they survive. Dah biasa lah katakan. Surprisingly they can speak in malay and ENGLISH. Wow. Orang yang pergi sekolah, belajar english since darjah satu pun still tak tahu cakap english. *kagum*kagum* There, they showed us how they do the menyumpit thingy and hidupkan api. Paling best masa hidupkan api. We had to chant "luck luck goh" until the fire started. It was funny kot. Semua main-main je buat chant tu. LOL. Some additional info I found online regarding them &lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2010&amp;dt=0701&amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;sec=Pahang&amp;pg=wp_01.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, there was malam kebudayaan and it was BORINGGGG. Some of the performances were kinda ok. Funny and entertaining. But for some others (including my group's) they were plain, dull, boring. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, we, the Piranha, won the best cheer~! OW yeah. Siapa yang kutuk kutuk cheer Piranha masa baca kat atas tadi? Hmph *muka bangga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, due to those &lt;i&gt;extreme&lt;/i&gt; exercises, our thighs hurt like hell. aihhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 July - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Today was sukaneka day. What do we call sukaneka in English btw? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 3 games and had 2 other activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, we had to fill in a bottle with water we carried on plastic spoon while wearing a sarong. Bodoh gila. The aim was to get the highest water level in 5 minutes yadda yada yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd game was tiup tepung. Jijik gila. Tiup tepung (which had actually been added with some other unidentified stuff) and amek gula-gula dengan mulut. Aihhh~ Very not hygienic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd game, bawa belon celah kangkang. Bodoh jugak. Dah macam ungka dah masing-masing. Dah lah masa my turn, the balloon burst. Malu gila bai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was an activity where we had to build a boat model with the sand. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final activity was to dress up a model as an orang asli with newspapers. We picked&lt;br /&gt;Hayat. The so-called attire was so lucah. LOL. I'll upload photos and update this later. Damn sleepy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sukaneka, we got a chance to mandi manda in the river tho it was actually restricted. Well, there was a drown case last week if i'm not mistaken and the victim died, at the same place we were in. Luckily everything was all right. And tho the games were stupid, just like the cheers, they were meant to inject fun in the activities. So it was ok and yeah, enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back around 1pm++ (padahal bas gerak around 2pm++)&lt;br /&gt;derr~ and arrived safely around 8pm++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight home afterward (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, there were some things which I wasn't satisfied of. It was regarding some of my classmates. IDK how to tell em straight forwardly but their action was...well, annoying. I hate to be in this situation. I just got bonded with em so it was kinda troublesome for me to complain about what they did. I don't mind being left alone but we will have to do things like assignments, discussions yadda yadda yadda together later so I'm trying my best to avoid any awkwardness which may come if I complained about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK if this is the right way to tell them because obviously they are not aware of the existence of my blog. But I hope, even after they read this, they'll handle it in a mature way. Kalau nak merajuk or terasa hati macam budak-budak sampai tak boleh nak ditegur langsung susah lah kan. Why I wrote it here instead of telling them face to face like I usually did back then? Well I'm afraid I couldn't control my emotion. You know how I acted when I'm mad... don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK apa jadah aku merepek ni? Ini semua sebab the appliances we used. I brought most of them, the mangkuk, periuk, cawan, cutleries etc etc etc with intention to share those with them. Tapi... lemak lah kalau semua aku yang angkut. Benda bukan sikit. Bukan ringan. Dah tuh, at the end of the camping day, those things were left UNWASHED so I had to wash it back at home. Perangai apa ni? And, somebody took one of my periuk. When I asked them, all they did was just angkat bahu tak tahu. Even if you don't want to carry those things, could you please, at least be aware of those items? Whether they are still there or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the food which were meant to be shared..... I only got a bit of those tho I have to pay for it. IDK whether you guys realize it or not, I didn't eat much. On the first day I only ate like 3 cucur and 2/3 pieces of bread. Had nothing at night. 2nd day, I ate a bit of Maggi, a few spoon of rice with a bit of sardine, then a few more slices of bread. Had another serving of maggi that night but it wasn't from those I paid for. 3rd day, again, just a few slices of bread. I have to pay like what? 35rm? that's just... ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought some food items and yes I didn't ask you guys to pay back. Why? Because we planned to share the foods, didn't we? Kira macam pot luck lah. That was why I didn't claim for anything I brought. But then, it's up to you if you want to claim for things you bought. You need those money. I know. But I just hope you can be a lil bit fair in this. There are other people eating together with us. Why don't you ask them for the money too? Makan sama-sama bayar sama-sama lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tho I didnt ask you to pay back for my stuff, it was damn unfair for you to throw up the remaining of the cooking oil I brought. You said the cap couldn't be tighten so it would be hard to bring it back home. Eh? Were you trying to say that you'll be the one to carry it back? It was a huge waste OK. Yelah, tak keluar duit tak tahu lah kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, the missing cooking pot &amp;amp; the dumping of my cooking oil were the things I really couldn't accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wutthahell did you guys bring dalam beg yang besar gila tu? Itu takde, ini takde. Bukan nak kata apa lah, but I guess I was the only one who were damn prepared for that camping. I was kind enough to lend you my things but why couldn't you practice the courtesy you've been taught all this while? There was no thanks nor sorry on everything you borrowed or took or did. I wasn't surprised tho because I'd encountered A LOT of people like that, here in UITM. 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Well, bagi ayat bodoh sikit : life goes on. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember my last post about makgad yang macam harem? malas nak update at that post about pakgad macam harem pulak so i'll write it here. That night, I went to pizza hut with wanie and syasya. unexpectedly, masuk je pagar seksyen 7 tu, a &lt;strike&gt;damn&lt;/strike&gt; pakgad stopped us. Kenapa? baju ketat jugak. Aduh lahhh. If he only referred to me, than I won't be that fussy la tapi bila wanie &amp; syasya kena sekali...duhh? kau buta ke apa? both of them wear tudung and their shirts &amp; pants were not even close to ketat, OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at room, I went online and liked a page of &lt;b&gt;"Kami benci pak guard uitm yang berlagak macam pihak berkuasa"&lt;/b&gt;. Sorry but my hands acted on their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing interesting on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh duhh. How could I forget? There was something damn interesting on Friday. I'll be going for a camp this thursday (i'll write about it later) so we had to consume some drugs for malaria. OMG. those pills suck OK! Pahit macam harem. I spent all day having this kind of weird feeling in my stomach. feel like throwing up every now and then. Lepastu makan asam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what's on your mind now. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, started koko. Yea, kawad to be exact. It was not that bad lah (talk about kawad-immunisation) and somehow I decided to join Perkad (pertandingan kawad antara fakulti.) So like me 6 years ago to join anything related to kawad. Takde masalah, cari masalah. I know. IDK why I signed up. Tapi biar lah. It might do me some good. Wait and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went to Mid Valley with wanie to meet Noe. OMG rasa macam berpuluh tahun tak jumpa. masing-masing bukak cerita orientasi lah, kelas macam harem lah, penat lah, sistem U macam ***** lah. I wished the rest of RaWlySmaNnia&amp;trade were there. sob sob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home after that just to find out that TM bodoh had cut my internet because they haven't received the payment tho my mum had already paid it like, what? a week ago? BULLSHIT. nasib baik kau laju. Apologize granted then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worst, demam balik. OMG. Tak pernah demam twice in a month. IDK why tapi memang very uncomfortable lah. Badan baru nak stable dah demam balik. And I guess this time it was worst. Nak bangun pun macam tak larat je. Grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti haritu doktor bagi antibiotik murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASH FORWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu Mesra Taman (MMT) will be held at Kuala Tahan, Taman Negara Pahang from 22 til 24 July. Haha macam nak buat buletin. &lt;br /&gt;WTH is MMT? Basically its a program for us, students of Park and Amenity Management (PAM) to get to know each other and bermesra-mesra. Yea, very eco-friendly. If you try to reach me at that time, good luck lah. According to the seniors, line macam harem. Standard lah... masuk hutan. There'll be stuff like jungle trekking, pergi kampung orang asli etc etc so it sounds kinda fun. BUT when I heard that we have to prepare our own tent and other camping stuff, i was like... derr~ ini bukan program program ke? I mean, this thing is under jabatan @ program. Wajib pulak tuh. Kena beli khemah sendiri? Grr... Very tak logik. Makan sendiri? Grrrrrr..... extra tak logik. But then yeah... IDK the process so tak boleh lah nak bising lebih lebih (tho I still think we should be fully sponsored for such activity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, i haven't told you guys wutthahell PAM is... kan? What I learn n etc? nanti lah. Tomorrow kot. Tak janji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-2578412466202672068?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/2578412466202672068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=2578412466202672068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2578412466202672068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/2578412466202672068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/flash-backward.html' title='Flash backward'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5570172155946310351</id><published>2010-07-15T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:04:53.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>I'm voluptuous and that's a mistake.</title><content type='html'>Kena tahan dengan makgad (macik guard) tadi. BULLSHIT. panas hati betul aku sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said my shirt and jeans are tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK lah dey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i wore was a long shirt (by LONG it means thigh's length) with LONG SLEEVE. The material is stretchy... so what about that? Again, I know this became an issue because i'm VOLUPTUOUS. Kau nak buat muka jijik baca ni pun, lantak kau lah. Truth can never be hidden. Imagine if some girl with leper top and bottom wore it, huh, nobody will ever care. I know because i've seen a lot. They wore tight shirt and jeans, but because they got &lt;strike&gt;no&lt;/strike&gt; small humps, nobody complained. This is NOT FAIR ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my jeans, I wore a skinny one. Again, due to my Beyonce thigh, it was considered tight. OMG you are so funny makcik! There are people walking in skinny jeans around. Why don't you stop em all and complain about it straight to their faces? Because all you could see was a stick-like thigh and calf, so there's nothing wrong with it. It wasn't considered tight tho it obviously is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what did you expect me to wear? Baju kurung EVERYDAY? BULLSHIT! I have to walk up the hills and stairs and hills again and stairs again and you expected me to wear baju kurung? Boleh blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, it's just TOO HARD to find a woman's shirt that's not tight. It would be either tight or short or translucent. Do you prefer me to wear a short shirt? I thought we were not allowed? Or maybe the translucent one because it wasn't written anywhere "students are not allowed to wear translucent shirt." &lt;br /&gt;I got it. =..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me for being curvy... will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-5570172155946310351?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/5570172155946310351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=5570172155946310351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5570172155946310351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5570172155946310351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-voluptuous-and-thats-mistake.html' title='I&apos;m voluptuous and that&apos;s a mistake.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8828215657752094075</id><published>2010-07-14T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:07:38.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>Mulut jahat</title><content type='html'>Hari ni nak buat entry jahat. Sangat jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam 2 hari ni aku asyik jumpa orang annoying je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu. Ada sorang manusia ni, suara dia sangat annoying. Macam itik tersepit. Tapi tak kisah lah kan sebab dah memang suara dia macam tu. Yang tak tahan, bila dia bercakap dengan lelaki. Aduh... Time tu tiba tiba tone suara jadi manja manja. Macam sial, i know. Buruk kot bunyi. Tolonglah. Aku paling tak boleh terima perempuan macam tu. Dengan perempuan nak bercakap pun susah tapi dengan lelaki... Aduh. Terliuk lentok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakap dengan aku kalau kau tak geli dengan orang macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, kalau kau tak cantik, aku tak nampak apa fungsinya kau mandi lama. Ni panas hati sebab ada orang potong turn aku kat shower room pagi tadi. Kenapa kau mesti nak masuk tempat yang aku da cop tho ada shower room lain yang kosong? Fine! Sebab shower room tu best. Wuteva it is, kalau dah potong turn orang tu beringat lah. Jangan lah mandi lama lama. Apa, kau buat rutin cantik ke dalam tu? Tak nampak cantik pun? Sumpah aku tak kisah kalau orang yang potong turn aku tu kulit halus macam baby, rambut berkilat wangi mengharum etc etc etc sebab maybe dia mandi lulur ke apa lah kan dalam tu. Tapi bila 'kau' yang keluar, aku macam speechless. kau masturbate ke apa dalam tu? (pardon my Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-8828215657752094075?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8828215657752094075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8828215657752094075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8828215657752094075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8828215657752094075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/mulut-jahat.html' title='Mulut jahat'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-9124856226493862233</id><published>2010-07-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:42:35.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>Weird feeling go away. Don't ever come back any other day.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why am I having this weird feeling inside of me. The butterfly in my stomach thingy. I'll be going back to Shah Alam this evening but it doesn't feel right. I have a feeling that I shouldn't even go back. Childish, I know. Sounds like homesick, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. It's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this kind of feeling whenever I had to go back to prison-s, during my early days there. Lucky me, after half of the year, that feeling disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the same feeling i had back then. Maybe it's because I'm new there and I'm totally not used to it yet. Maybe it's because nothing seemed right for me. Maybe it's because I'm tired of being all alone and having to be the one who need to keep up with others when they don't even care if I'm being left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo kejadah aku ni~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just a bit paranoid in facing tomorrow. Classes will officially starts tomorrow (hopefully) but I still couldn't remember my ways to the classrooms. And I'm looking for some strength to face the co-curricular staff regarding the exclusion for co-curricular classes. Yes, I want an exclusion. Apart from the &lt;i&gt;I'd had enough of kawad thingy because I'd been in one since primary 4 til matriculation&lt;/i&gt;, I don't wish to waste my precious Saturday morning. And, rm25 is too much to be spent for a shirt that will only be used for 14 weeks. Such a waste kan? Come on, I know you agree with me. But, I don't have the confidence to talk to the staff. I just don't want to be rejected. Duhh... sounds like I'm going to confess to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making friends is so damn hard because people here looked fragile. I'm afraid to be too close with them because eventually, they'll be surprised of my filter-less mouth. Surely they will. But, don't get me wrong. I'm not looking for some whores as friends. Jijik kott. It would be enough if they could stand my pickiness. Any volunteer? =..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe lah. Next saturday boleh balik lagi (maybe friday kalau dapat pengecualian tuh.)&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.... pray with me... ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, I'll miss my mother's convocation this August. Her convo will be on the 6th, but I need to do some performance for Recreation &amp;amp; Leisure subject on the 7th. If I miss it, I would fail that subject. So I was torn between two and I'd chosen to miss the convo instead of the class. So.not.me. Sad sad sad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I can never go easy on this. Tho it'll change nothing, I still wanna scream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I don't want to join koko~!!!!!!" T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sure you'd had enough of this but seriously, this is the thing that makes me really not interested nor excited on going back there.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I? why? why? &lt;br /&gt;I was told that the reason why most employers sought for uitm graduates is because they have the co-curricular thingy in their qualification. Tho i couldn't find the relation, I know that having &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; to join koko will brings me some benefits soon. But still..... not kawad~! I'll be happy enough to be assigned to anything but NOT kawad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how this nearly made me cry. NEARLY ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-9124856226493862233?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/9124856226493862233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=9124856226493862233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/9124856226493862233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/9124856226493862233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/weird-feeling-go-away-dont-ever-come.html' title='Weird feeling go away. Don&apos;t ever come back any other day.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5787130683641116074</id><published>2010-07-11T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:04:04.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>Tiba-tiba.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, MDS memang tak best pun. Except for lawan-lawan cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila baca blog/status fb orang lain, yang masing-masing baru habis orientasi (lambat!), lagi lah rasa MDS tak best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu buat persembahan yang memang sangat sinonim untuk orientasi. Kena berlakon lah, menyanyi lah, et cetera. Aku tak suka benda-benda glamer ni. *konon*&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagi, tak punctual pun tak kena jerit. Baik gila PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. &lt;br /&gt;Tarik balik komplen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Cuma aku rasa dia patut ajar macam mana nak naik bas, dalam and luar. Dan bawak tour ke fakulti untuk cari kelas. Dia tak tahu ke aku ni bimbo yang ada corrupted memory and susah nak ingat jalan?&lt;br /&gt;p/s p/s : Lagi satu, patutnya balance kan, orientasi between college mates and classmates. Banyakkan aktiviti sesama sendiri especially ice breaking. Dia tak tahu ke aku ni susah nak ingat nama orang?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-5787130683641116074?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/5787130683641116074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=5787130683641116074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5787130683641116074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5787130683641116074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/tiba-tiba.html' title='Tiba-tiba.'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-5188596308704336799</id><published>2010-07-08T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:22:12.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitm'/><title type='text'>A Week of Being a Jomblo</title><content type='html'>LOL. Tajuk tak tahan. Baru tadi baca perempuan jomblo. haha&lt;br /&gt;Jomblo tu single doh maksud dia. Tak pernah bukak kamus apa? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, what I meant with that is, well, my first week is empty. Sucks dalam bahasa kasarnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I kinda like uitm for its purpose, vision and yadda yadda yadda. But i can never change my perception about some students here. Macam lahanat pun ada jugak. Well, sebab kau buat aku sakit hati, jadi aku ada hak lah nak kutuk kau. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... tak jadi lah. Blog aku terlalu suci untuk orang macam korang. Moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my class schedule last Monday. Sumpah useless gila pergi menara tu. I spent 1RM for nothing. Memang lah 1RM tuh sounds like nothing tapi it doesnt mean i should spend it for nothing. Geddit? Geddit? I know you don't. And, why was it useless? Because there was no class for Monday. Grrr~ Pergi tak sampai setengah jam then balik. Huh. What a huge waste of money and time and energy. Luckily my schedule was kinda lepak lah. No class on Monday, huge gaps on Tuesday, kinda pack on Wednesday and Thursday but only one class on Friday which ends on 12.30pm. Kalau bukan pasal koko hari sabtu tu, boleh balik Friday til Monday. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my week alone so far. Luckily I have some of my classmates number so I know where the classes are etc3. Have I mentioned to you before about how corrupted my memory is? I CAN NEVER REMEMBER MY WAY TO CLASSES OK. Hari-hari sesat. Dah lah alone. Sesat. Berpeluh-peluh panjat bukit. Veryyy tak hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not excluding myself from my classmate but, it's kinda hard for me to get involved with them. They already have their own click so I looked like nothing. Kott. I'm not saying they're sombong ke apa. My classmates are nice but they don't talk to me. Me? Well, I'm so not good in starting a conversation. I did but the response was like apa je. I talked like... well, you know how I tell stories and everything right? Dengan riak muka bersungguh-sungguh, tangan terlambai-lambai semua but their response was "Oh." *muka takde feeling*&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Bosan betul. I'm not referring to all. Just some. So I decided to gave up on being peramah. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And adalah pulak yang promised to go to class with me but later decided to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a superwoman. Oh yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing for me to do now is memorizing my ways to classes. I can live alone. No sweat lah. Masa mula-mula kat matrik dulu relax je duduk sorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm a superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, people called me anak manja for wanting to go back home every weekends. Eh.. biarlah. Rumahku syurgaku ok. Try living in here, being sweaty all night despite of the fan running on it's fastest speed. Macam harem. And having to use a shower room with flooded floor due to some problem with the water tunnel. GELI ok. JIJIK. Veryyyyy JIJIK. What's with the cafe's food yang mahal macam makan kat hotel lima bintang. Grrrr~ Tak worth it langsung. Dah lah tak sedap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, tell me, do you think you can live in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, going to classes is such a damn big hassle. I have to take the bus every morning. RM1 sehala kalau naik Rapid padahal tak jauh mana pun. Bas uitm, free tapi tak tahu nak naik yang mana. No briefing on that. Nanti lah aku belajar. But still, kenapa lah tak letak aku dekat Seroja? Senang hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, why haven't I received my kawad@RELA certificate from KMPP? Kata nak pos ke rumah?! Siott betul. Kalau dah dapat boleh skip koko for one semester. Grrrrrr~ Enough lah kawad-kawad ni doh. Buat sakit hati je. Bentuk disiplin? Jauh sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my course, it's damn new. Tak sama dengan senior. So, i don't know what to say. Redah je lah. Surprisingly, I have to learn ART. OMG! ART?! ART??! ART???!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NEVER DRAW... tahu? Aduh laaa~ Kalau takat pakai water colour yadda yadda yadda tu takpe lagi lah sebab no need to be precise on shapes etc3. Tapi kena sketch?! OMG OMG OMG. Tangan dah lah kematu macam tak bedung. Nak kena draw?! DRAW??! DRAW???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough. But still, I'd never liked art before. Not sure for this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, kena buat performance untuk pre-school students. Entertain them. Alalah... kena hafal lagu Barney ke? FYI, itu masuk pointer ok. Sekarang kau boleh tanya, "Apa jadah course yang kau amek ni?" Tanya je. Belum tentu aku tahu jawab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, despite all those weird things I have to do and also weird people I have to encounter, I kinda like this course. Pelik. I don't know why. Maybe because it's a new thing for me. Kau pun tahu kan aku exited benda-benda baru ni and aku tak boleh belajar benda sama lama-lama. Sebab tu result SPM dengan matrik hebat sangat. Belajar sains lama sangat. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lah. Esok nak kena jalan sorang lagi. Ececehhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : jangan bagi aku sympathetic words. I'm a superwoman. KEEP THAT IN MIND.&lt;br /&gt;p/s p/s : ada sorang lecturer i cantik you... Pregnant pun nampak cantik. Awwwww~ Jeles tahap langit ketujuh dah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-5188596308704336799?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/5188596308704336799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=5188596308704336799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5188596308704336799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/5188596308704336799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-of-being-jomblo.html' title='A Week of Being a Jomblo'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/s72-c/signature%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-8224336413960029142</id><published>2010-07-04T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:09:53.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Nina vs. Nelly</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/geofg"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt; thru &lt;a href="http://bungacintalily.blogspot.com/2010/07/budak-jepun.html"&gt;Lily's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's cute, adorable, yadda yadda yadda but the most important thing is she really reminds me of my niece, Nelly. Full name, Nur Alyssa Natalya. Alalalah comel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their differences are Nelly speaks in English and Malay but Nina speaks in English and Japanese. Nelly sings Matta band's Jatuh Cinta Lagi instead of some cartoon songs. Nelly has husky voice but Nina's sounds sweet. Nina is a year older than Nelly. Finally, Nelly's parents are both Malay but she looks like Japanese. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sure things are they are both adorable and cutely hyperactive. Of course I'll say Nelly's cuter! hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAu6K-5zYI/AAAAAAAAAws/KFC-XyQSuRc/s320/Nur+Alyssa+Natalya+2.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="baby-age 1-age2"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAu6K-5zYI/AAAAAAAAAws/KFC-XyQSuRc/s320/Nur+Alyssa+Natalya+2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAtj3qSQkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/vKpLQoKjUg8/Camwhoring0049.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="ghost face"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAtj3qSQkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/vKpLQoKjUg8/Camwhoring0049.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAtokQoDzI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cKwimj1Oc1g/Camwhoring0050.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="close up"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAtokQoDzI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cKwimj1Oc1g/Camwhoring0050.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAtzoIxrJI/AAAAAAAAAwU/OBJ12QGOxjg/Me%20%2B%20Natalya.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="me with baby nelly (:"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAtzoIxrJI/AAAAAAAAAwU/OBJ12QGOxjg/Me%20%2B%20Natalya.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAuUGMmZOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KzYy-YQUpxA/s640/Miley3874.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="Trademark!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAuUGMmZOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KzYy-YQUpxA/s640/Miley3874.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/SWDqD23xR1I/AAAAAAAAANE/Vjp2yiSV2yA/s512/Last%20day%20in%20the%20dreamland2002.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="Sexy pose"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/SWDqD23xR1I/AAAAAAAAANE/Vjp2yiSV2yA/s512/Last%20day%20in%20the%20dreamland2002.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/SVeAGAXoJwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XxjQkEYLNQI/s640/Last%20day%20in%20the%20dreamland1905.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="Don't be naughty!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/SVeAGAXoJwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XxjQkEYLNQI/s640/Last%20day%20in%20the%20dreamland1905.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAthNF7C1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/LKvlnT0-gDA/s512/Camwhoring0019.jpg" rel="lightbox[nelly]" title="Happy days (:"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAthNF7C1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/LKvlnT0-gDA/s512/Camwhoring0019.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f82480bd1a01cd" 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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00f82480bd1a01cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DA67980763113274CBB86CB50B9350505FF7073.30DD4DEEAA5691351D88C827DCE6B045E94765A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df82480bd1a01cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDIqYA7Is9kF8-tjGMo0p3cJYX1o&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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00f82480bd1a01cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DA67980763113274CBB86CB50B9350505FF7073.30DD4DEEAA5691351D88C827DCE6B045E94765A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df82480bd1a01cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDIqYA7Is9kF8-tjGMo0p3cJYX1o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nelly counting 1-10 and reciting ABC. Forgive her, she was only 2++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28b3eb66317b7f4a" 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://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28b3eb66317b7f4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76BB7F0A38F0EDBF44AB7A5C0715A39989D4C249.5CABBF00224FFAA22630887A4D1001319BAC6469%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28b3eb66317b7f4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY1JDM8rpwVECF1Hdd7ktQBzdhd4&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://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28b3eb66317b7f4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76BB7F0A38F0EDBF44AB7A5C0715A39989D4C249.5CABBF00224FFAA22630887A4D1001319BAC6469%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28b3eb66317b7f4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY1JDM8rpwVECF1Hdd7ktQBzdhd4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nelly singing Matta Band's Jatuh Cinta Lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0d2dbeb0502668b" 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%3Df0d2dbeb0502668b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF41E71EAE3242998C89B5AAD90C0C7B3028F8CC.4287B6D358873B29F2BA9933F03F0F7A424211F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0d2dbeb0502668b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-5DiP2rM5fBoqG5yDhPheHT7XBk&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%3Df0d2dbeb0502668b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF41E71EAE3242998C89B5AAD90C0C7B3028F8CC.4287B6D358873B29F2BA9933F03F0F7A424211F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0d2dbeb0502668b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-5DiP2rM5fBoqG5yDhPheHT7XBk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naughtiness &amp;amp; Vanity. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh i miss her. &lt;a href="http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/search?q=nelly"&gt;More about nelly&lt;/a&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/5958626350788478974-8224336413960029142?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/8224336413960029142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=8224336413960029142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8224336413960029142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/8224336413960029142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/2010/07/nina-vs-nelly.html' title='Nina vs. Nelly'/><author><name>Alya Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04607724862200366453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TBGqpzWxY1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/lbvkWOT9Q-c/S220/signature+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/TDAu6K-5zYI/AAAAAAAAAws/KFC-XyQSuRc/s72-c/Nur+Alyssa+Natalya+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958626350788478974.post-7956216492682641722</id><published>2010-07-04T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:40:36.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Plans always stay as plans. Only.</title><content type='html'>I planned to watch Eclipse, but canceled it due to the bad sound quality and I couldn't find the subtitle. Tu lah.. download haram lagi. haha&lt;br /&gt;video quality not bad lah. Masih boleh jerit "awwww~!!" "Ohmaigod~!!!" "Jeles gila dohhh~!!" et cetera bila kau tengok edward and bella. Tapi apa yang Bella or edward or blah3 cakap sepatah haram tak dengar. Macam mumble dengan diri sendiri. Macam syok sendiri (okay, bella memang syok sendiri pun.) HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going back to anggerik after dinner. kott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain texted me just now saying that she'd started the orientation. Kena dengar ceramah lah, apa lah... now you know~! Layan je lah doh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to others yang daftar hari ni or semalam, good luck with your orientation. Trust me, kalau takat kena rush, bangun awal, tak sempat mandi etc etc tuh, nothing lah~ Tak mati punya. Kalau kau cakap tak sempat basuh baju, lagi aku rasa macam nak bagi pelemp. Alah, simpan je baju tu seminggu. Weekend boleh basuh. Takut berbau? Febreeze kan ada. Aduh. So far, my clothes tak pernah lagi bau bacin tho seminggu tak basuh. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm wearing the same clothes for a week ngok. Lepas pakai, spray febreeze, hang it up and ta-da. boleh simpan dalam almari sampai masa untuk basuh nanti. Allrite? Kalau nak basuh jugak hari-hari buat lah. Korang memang pandai menyusahkan diri sendiri. Lagipun, ha... ni nak mengumpat sikit. Ada orang kan, basuh baju almost everyday kott tapi bau macam tuttt~ jugak. See? tak semestinya orang yang basuh baju hari-hari tu bersih sangat =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru ingat nak bebel panjang tapi hujan + kilat sabung menyabung ayam dah. Later lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something for someone yang sentiasa tak percayakan aku bila aku cakap pasal agama. Tell you what, tho i don't look like a strong muslim, I haven't deviated yet. Will never ever pun. When I told you something about religion, please lah, trust me. I wouldnt just say it because i think it's right. Ni hal agama babe... I won't be leading you to something astray. Aku bukan keturunan ayah pin. This is about potong kuku/rambut masa period. You are ALLOWED to do so. The proof is here in town babeh! &lt;a href="http://muis.ismaweb.net/2010/05/potong-kuku-dan-rambut-dalam-keadaan-hadas-besar/"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alyasyaheera" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hyxw2zCQW94/S_3Xt0OEwhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/00yNWPSpaGY/signature%20copy.jpg" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/5958626350788478974-7956216492682641722?l=aliciaamran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaamran.blogspot.com/feeds/7956216492682641722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958626350788478974&amp;postID=7956216492682641722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7956216492682641722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958626350788478974/posts/default/7956216492682641722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaamran.b
