<?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-1559342611011997</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:20:52.471-08:00</updated><category term='urbandictionary'/><category term='survey'/><title type='text'>Yiena Ali</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-391582069198488870</id><published>2010-11-15T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:06:48.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, surprisingly :)</title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching The Social Network, about facebook. It got me thinking about my blog somehow. It's been 2 years since I last blogged, what a shame. But I wonder, would people read this anyway? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm almost finished with my A'level exam. Last paper would be on the 19th, which is on this thurs, Economics (not a fan of the subject). Last time I blogged was about my O'levels, which I ended up getting 6'Os. Enough of that now. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I decided to blog tonight? I guess, i'm just bored. Watching the Social Network had somehow led me to here. I felt like I needed to write just about anything, so here I am typing another crap. The last time I blogged, was a total mess. By mess, I meant, my blog wasn't well organised, wasn't well updated.. So i'll try not to do the same mess again. I'll try to be more organise and update this blog more often than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really comes in my mind tonight, I mean, i've got nothing interesting to update. I just wanted to see how my blog is going, though I thought this blog doesn't exist anymore and apparently, it does! :D as of tonight, i'll try to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-391582069198488870?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/391582069198488870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=391582069198488870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/391582069198488870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/391582069198488870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-surprisingly.html' title='Back, surprisingly :)'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-4349724982932202148</id><published>2008-11-12T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:58:31.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! I am struggling with accounts! I have my poa paper two tomorrow and I am so not prepared, therefore, NOT ready. What happened to me?! I used to be good at POA but now I am clueless! I am in my room, alone studying and revising accounts. I caught a headache and it's making me sleepy but I can't go to sleep just yet cause there are more revisions to be done as I have only gone three quarter of it. Been here since 4pm, now it is 1050pm. Having a break, drinking some bud.. waasaaaaaap? minum budi.. apaaaadaaa? hahah. funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will continue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-4349724982932202148?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/4349724982932202148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=4349724982932202148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4349724982932202148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4349724982932202148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-i-am-struggling-with-accounts-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-8654858252488425820</id><published>2008-11-11T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:58:30.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cleaning and clearing my room today evening, I found some things about my past that made me had a good laugh yet embarassed at the same moment, yes! To myself! hahah. I found this little blue book of mine, I had it when I was 10 or 12? I wrote lots of things in that book. hehe. cali eh *grins. But at times I felt happy reading it. Cause you know, it reminds you of what you used to do and how you used to be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am happy that Britney Spears is back to the music business. Like, really back. I have always been a fan of Britney J. Spears. ;D yes. She has won several awards this year. Hoping there's more, so that it will keep her going and going and no shaving head lagi. hahah. okay, that's not funny. but yeah, I do love her. hehe. Go Britney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm figuring out whether I should work or not after exam. What do you think? I don't know :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have geography paper one later, i'm going to head off. Take care! *as if anybody is reading this crap. Oh, pitty yiena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-8654858252488425820?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/8654858252488425820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=8654858252488425820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/8654858252488425820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/8654858252488425820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-cleaning-and-clearing-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-3672551647720993583</id><published>2008-11-10T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:34:39.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to say a million thanks to Amal Munirah for customizing the wonderful layout for this almost dead blog of mine. hehe. Thank you so much babe! and yes, it's just how I like it. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello! yes, yiena is here. Been a while, huh? well, its not like there's something interesting anyway. I do not know why now I have decided to update blog. Maybe I do. Doesn't matter. I've been fine, good. Physically and mentally healthy. hahah. There is a time when I felt like I want to stab myself (not that I am being emotionally unstable) but I got through it, finely. So yeah, everything is good. *not everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam has been pain in the ass! Oh.. all I can do now is pray, hoping that what I did was good enough to atleast score a C grade. But to think deeply to it, I am not sure that I pulled it off. I might not get through or survive. Okay, I might be exagarating it a bit. But really, I did bad on the papers, way bad. Especially, Malay! Oh, it was di-ee-fee-cult! :( ungraded ni karang. ahaha. Other papers was rather the same. Not one paper I find it easy or okay. Well maybe one and that is Ugama. heh. I have three more papers to sit. Then I have nothing to be stressed about. weehee. But do wish me goodluck, yea? thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is flying off to Mecca to perform Haj this saturday. This house will be left with me, Kelyn and Es. Only the three of us. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing with the crew, Eyeteaserz! :( we should gather soon. I have missed a lot! :( love eyeteaserz. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins and my friends too. Batah sudah inda jumpa them. I'll see you angels soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it for this post. I hope that I have the effort to keep posting and posting, just to keep this blog alive, yea? hehe. alrightay, goodynight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-3672551647720993583?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/3672551647720993583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=3672551647720993583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3672551647720993583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3672551647720993583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/11/firstly-i-would-like-to-say-million.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-6769475777390210472</id><published>2008-08-28T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:59:49.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hii. &lt;br /&gt;I want to make a new lay out for my blog, but unfortunately I don't know how. hahah. Yes, i'm not really good with customizing thing, i'm a sucker to be exact. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for later! There will be a netball tournament, and i'm participating :D joined the Ranoadidas netball team. It was a last minute thing on my behalf actually. Before that, I haven't been playing with them cause of some reason. sigh. But sadly.. my cousin Didi injured her self, she broke her ankle sampai be-cement, kesian her. Kali, Didi asked me to play with them, cause they want to see me play. If they like my game, they'll put me in and if they don 't.. then, I won't be joining. Then, I played with them on last wednesday at JKR and... they like my game! :D whee. and that was the only day I got to really train for the tourny. heh. I'm happy, cause I get to be in the team with some great players and that made me feel small. ahah. but with luck, I get to learn much further. I'm sad, cause Didi can't play, she's a good player, sayang her can't play but she is part of the team and she made me in, for that I thank you, ka! I'm nervous as hell, cause of tomorrow's game. Do wish me luck! hee. &lt;br /&gt;I guess, i'm the youngest of all the players in the team, not I guess, it's the fact! hah. Most of them are working already, and at first they thought saya pun sudah kerja then I told them i'm only seventeen. :) hahaha. I take that as a compliment which I get alot, I no surprised if people ever say those kind of thing to me. hahah. But what if I get old, wouldn't I look like very old? hahah. apa kata orang? "lakas tua" hahahah. But that wouldn't be the worst thing.. kan? hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;So the tournament will be on Friday which is later, starts from 8am to night, I don't really know sampai what time, tapi sampai malam. At MPH (multi-purpose hall) berakas. hee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I didn't attend school tadi, cause kata kelyn "jangantah sekolah". So ofcourse, i'm up with that. hehe. Then around 10am, I was sleeping kali my mom said "bangun! Bangun! Cuba kamu liat ni! Ada ular di rumah!" then I heard my mom shouting lagi, so bangun selajur. Kali the snake arah hall way, next to the toilet, belakang almari. My brother pulled almari tu kan, there it was the snake. It was an arm long, the thickness was the size of my finger, black coloured. Well, it wasn't the first time a snake entered the house but it was for a big black large scorpion! since i've lived here. It's not the scorpion that you see at the beach, it was something macam you see in movies, yang the poisonous one? It was really scary lah. &lt;br /&gt;The weird thing was that, the snake and the scorpion was at the same place of hiding. So I guess, durang tu either bekawan (that would be funny! hahah) or berkelahi (which could be possible). The snake was like the poisonous one jua. It made sound lagi tu! Like, the awful scary sound. Berijap eh. Kali, datang tia lagi a cat! Not the cat that i'm scared of, but the fact that a snake might bite the cat. hahh. My mom asked my aunty to baca-baca, but then my aunty ni sakit kaki tia jua.. so if she reads then the snake moved it would be hard for her to escape. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Then the maid next door burnt the scorpion with burning stick and the indon yang bekerja arah sewage killed the snake by smashing it's head with a stick. Berigali tia jua. heeh. So people selamat, alhamdulillah. Though mom didn't want it to be killed, ia suruh keluar kan saja but they killed jua, so me and my mom baca ayat Qursi, and my mom add doa Tolak Bala. Cause who knows, it might be something. Pasal, lain bah.. an unsual scorpion with a snake, inside the house? Subhanallah. So, alhamdulillah no one was hurt. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping next to Weeza, my niece, in Kelyn's room. Besar snore si Weeza. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for thursday. hee. I gotta go to sleep, I need my sleep for later's game and I need to wake up as early as 6. So bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-6769475777390210472?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/6769475777390210472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=6769475777390210472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6769475777390210472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6769475777390210472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/08/hii.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-9192081265711143118</id><published>2008-08-19T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:20:54.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't what I want. I know, you don't always have what you want in life. But, this is so not right. After Dad left, everything changed, EVERYTHING. He was always the one I turned to, and he was always the one who treated me well! I miss my Dad! :'( :'( &lt;br /&gt;My life changed from was good enough to worst! I don't really wish to write this, but it hurt so bad.. I don't know what to do. I have no one to turn to!&lt;br /&gt;A simple, honest mistake.. my moment has gone bad! I can't stop crying. ya Allah. How it was different back then, my Dad treated me good enough.. even I got him mad, he wouldn't hurt me this much. That's why I want him around.. he took care of me. I felt safe! and when I cried, he would ask me to stop the politeness way. &lt;br /&gt;Non of that has ever happen to me since. Oh Dad, at this moment.. I just want to be with you! Staying out of this misery. At this moment too, I want to breathe my last breath! It hurts being this way, Pa. I hope, I really hope you know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak! Ramadhan is soon and it's puasa. They say that, during puasa.. all of the souls are out to their living family. I know Dad will soon be around here. I can't wait for Ramadhan to come. I don't know what good will help. I don't know how things will get better. &lt;br /&gt;I am a good girl, I don't deserve this. What did I do to deserve this?! urgggggggghh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-9192081265711143118?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/9192081265711143118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=9192081265711143118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/9192081265711143118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/9192081265711143118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-isnt-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-839974395499335400</id><published>2008-08-17T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:32:22.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiii. I thought my sunday would've been relaxing but no, it didn't happened the way I want my sunday to be, which is SLEEPING! Though I haven't been to school for two even days due to my sickness, terrible headache and my throat that was killing me! But na-uh. I was enjoying my sleep until I heard the mother of mine said.. "Na, ikut panggilan? Ikut tah, bangun!" I didn't want to argue with her, so I forced myself to get my ass off from bed and got ready for the wedding. I was really tired. Because, on saturday night we had Malam beTahlil for our relatives that has kembali ke rahmatullah. &lt;br /&gt;As I were saying, me, Kelyn and mother went to the wedding. The day was burning! and I meant, panas! after that we had to send mother to another wedding which me and Kelyn didn't went to pasal inda lagi mau bepanas. hahah. We went to JPMC gymnasium instead, for a swim, sauna and jaccuzzi (sp?) it went great. &lt;br /&gt;Went home around 5pm. Spent my time on dvds until I received a text from ka Didi inviting me to play netball, so I went to padang kebajikan with her, played for two hours from eight to ten. My badan sakit right now, since batah sudah inda main. But it was fun. hee. &lt;br /&gt;Went home, took a shower and now posting this crap. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;Oh! My Qualifying Exam sudah habis. Results' not "resulted" yet. I don't want to talk about this much, lets just say, I have improved a bit, well atleast.&lt;br /&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S is on my dvd now, it's 01 30. I know this post is deadly boring, it's crap and a post of a total messyness and I don't know what to do. Oh sleep! Bah, I go now. Night! dawn? morning? blaaaargh. Bye! hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-839974395499335400?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/839974395499335400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=839974395499335400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/839974395499335400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/839974395499335400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiii.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-1137462220666032296</id><published>2008-07-23T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:49:21.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiiii.</title><content type='html'>Hello, malem. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a fight at school today. I don't know who fought against whom. But I'm sure it was between dudes. hah. I don't really know. Since yesterday I guess this thing happened. So what will it be tomorrow? Not my business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had long hours of Economics tadi, bataaaaah. =\ You see, I actually like studying Economics, tapi the teacher bah! gaaaah. I wish to change the teacher for a better one! But the school has only one Economics teacher and unfortunately it's her! Why oh why? We're the ones whose suffering. I've heard alot of complains about her sudah. Why am I not surprised? Even the other teachers has the same thoughts. Inda pandai mengajar baaaaaaah. Sanak ku eeh. =/ Exam's in few days, how can I revise when there's no notes? pffft! hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the netball team that I trained yesterday, made first place. (Y) whee. Sadly, I didn't get to watch them play since I had class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home around 12 plus, I didn't turned up for extra classes since it was only English and IRK. So, I spent my afternoon doing homeworks, did Economics', two exercises means loads of essays. heh. Alhamdulillah, it's done. I'm left with tons of homeworks, still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, melihat tv, astro that is, saja ku memanjang. I had nothing to do bah. As you can see, I'm living in this pretty-simple-not-so-boring life. Jadi bookworm sudah ku. Which I really need to be. O'level semakin hampir. *inhale exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching South Park on dvd, I find Eric and Kenny are cute. Most of it, Eric. HAHAH. Eventhough that he's an ass, I just feel like pinching him. hahahah! "screw you guys, I'm going home". heee.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I go now. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-1137462220666032296?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/1137462220666032296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=1137462220666032296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1137462220666032296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1137462220666032296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiiii.html' title='Hiiii.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-8300310205333227813</id><published>2008-07-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:18:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hours with Dira. (L)</title><content type='html'>It's tuesday, schoolday. I woke up late than I usually did. So that makes me late for school. As I got into my class I ran to my seat as the teacher was busy, so she didn't really noticed my existance there. hahah. So no late slip! I made this sound as if it's a big deal, it's just that malar sudah I've been filling up late slips, banyak kosong nanti my attendance. heh. So, belajar lah as usual. I enjoyed learning Chemistry tadi, it's about Alkane and Alkene. I like doing the formula and the structure. hehe. Hey, it's not always I like Chemist, I prefer Biology than Chemist and Physics. hee. &lt;br /&gt;I turned up for extra class today with Dira, for Combined Science only. We  skipped Malay. hee. We had 2 hours free time waiting for our ride. So we end up teaching the juniors playing netball, trained them a bit. Yes, kami pakai baju kurung atu jua mengajar them, we even played with them. hahah. We looked so awful tadi. hahah. The juniors are playing against other juniors class tomorrow pagi, Goodluck to them! (Y) &lt;br /&gt;I opened up to Dira about something today. whoaaah! That was a relief, Alhamdulillah. I wish I could say it here, but I prefer not to. heee.&lt;br /&gt;I went home from school around 5, ate homemade burger made by the very own Kelyn. (Y) hehe. Kelyn is my sister in case some of you doesn't know. Took my shower, then accompany Kelyn to her fiancè's house to send off something. Kelyn was craving for Satay, so we bought Satay around my kampong. &lt;br /&gt;I did my homeworks, few that is, after eating satay. I'm doing this essay on teenagers' problem. I find the topic very interesting. Cause, it gave us several essays of some people's problem and we had to choose just one, then give an advise to it's problem. Good lah this kind of task for me. This is English by the way. hee. yang the rest of the homeworks, biasa lah. hahah.&lt;br /&gt; I'm watching Chuck on dvd now, then I'll be off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Exam is getting close, grr. I go now. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-8300310205333227813?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/8300310205333227813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=8300310205333227813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/8300310205333227813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/8300310205333227813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-hours-with-dira-l.html' title='Long hours with Dira. (L)'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-4787733189306767850</id><published>2008-07-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:35:13.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the muslims out there.</title><content type='html'>I was reading the 24 hours with The Prophet SAW small book. As I got to the back of the book, it says..&lt;br /&gt;"Give this dakwah to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;- For everything you lose, there is a replacement or an alternative, except for ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;- When you cross the street you care to look both ways so that you are not hit by a vehicle. But when you cross the boundaries of Islam/Allah, do you also care?&lt;br /&gt;- Anything you leave for the sake of Allah, Allah will give you something of same value or better than it.&lt;br /&gt;- Are you a "full time" Muslim or a "part time" Muslim?&lt;br /&gt;- The tongue is your happiness or misery.&lt;br /&gt;- Have you cried for you sins lately?&lt;br /&gt;..That's what was written. I don't want to say any much further about that, it's just for ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much happened today. It's my usual monday, oh who am I kidding, it's my usual days. hah. I didn't get to do much today. It wasn't that boring, it was just relaxing. heh. I woke up, got shower, head to school. School was school. I felt very sick tadi at school. My head pusing! If I zoomed my eyes to the whiteboard, my headache got more aching. So, I can't concentrate in class. I whined too much tadi, cause aku kusut tadi bah. Dira and Gmah were like, "layan saja tia ulah si Yiena ani." "Bowhh, si Yiena kusut!"  haha. Dira made it sound like, if I am kusut, i'd be like very moody and inda-dapat-tagur kind of situation. Yes, I realized that. And as usual, homeworks makin betambah as days goes by. Well, you know the drills.&lt;br /&gt;Exam, qualifying exam that is, will start on the 2nd of August which is like in 10days? yeap yeap. I'm not ready yet, but I have done some revisions, so far, Alhamdulillah. And yes, I am scared. Eventhough it's just qualifying but I need good grades. I need it! I need it! Struggling pulang aku ni, benarnya. But, I don't want to stress out. eeh, mudahan tah dapat Insya Allah, Amin.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining now, it has been raining nowadays. Not that I'm complaining, saja memanjangkan cerita. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Tadi Eyeteaserz perform lagi, but I didn't get to watch it live. Sedihnya aku :( &lt;br /&gt;Syaza, ada video yang monday punya performance? aku mau tengok. hee. Update me on that ah? hehe. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching FRIENDS, on dvd. The one with Monica &amp; Chandler's wedding. After this, i'll be off to bed. &lt;br /&gt;I go now readers. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-4787733189306767850?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/4787733189306767850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=4787733189306767850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4787733189306767850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4787733189306767850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-muslims-out-there.html' title='For the muslims out there.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-8310299138220511955</id><published>2008-07-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:48:02.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day, sunday.</title><content type='html'>Today was funnn. :D so last night I went home around one plus in the morning. Got home, got cleaned up then went straight bed. How was I tired. And today morning, I had to bangun as early as 9, cause I had a wedding to attend. But I woke up at 10 instead, mother got so "riuh". Woke up, got dressed.. then arah my cousin's wedding di Salambigar.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't went to Asma Hotel, where the groom meets the bride there. Went home around 1 plus. Then, Syaza picked me up, thanks for the ride babe, went straight to Gadong, Ihti perform with Rhythm Fusion that evening. They did GREAAT! :D&lt;br /&gt;After they perform, me, Syaza, Belle and Wane jalan, waiting for Yas. We waited outside her house inside Syaza's car. Girl talk, laughing.. batah sudah inda curhad sama them ani. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Yas came, went inside, they practised their dance moves. *menahan rasa! hahahah.* I helped them getting ready, as usual. hehe. I chop Yas' front hair. hahah. Straightened Syaza's hair, Belle's too plus make up. Rushing, cause it was already late.&lt;br /&gt;Zoomed to Gadong it was raining lagi. Eyeteaserz performance was the bomb! waw-ka-di-WOW! wow! LAWA makes me jealous. ishh. I didn't dance, that's why. hah. I miss dancing =\ inda apa, after exam i'm back on track! hee.&lt;br /&gt;I went home around 9 plus, watched The Love Guru on dvd, it was okay, just okay for me. &lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what happened today. I know it ain't that much, but yeah itu lah sahaja. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-8310299138220511955?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/8310299138220511955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=8310299138220511955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/8310299138220511955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/8310299138220511955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-day-sunday.html' title='Busy day, sunday.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-1368600991492991675</id><published>2008-07-19T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:41:50.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeteaserz Performance.</title><content type='html'>Come people! Eyeteaserz dance crew will perform, 20th July, 7pm at The Mall gadong. Come, come, come! Make it a blast! whoaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-1368600991492991675?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/1368600991492991675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=1368600991492991675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1368600991492991675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1368600991492991675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/07/eyeteaserz-performance.html' title='Eyeteaserz Performance.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-6362393346101970245</id><published>2008-06-19T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:59:53.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urbandictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>suvey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go to &lt;strong&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/strong&gt;, and type in your answer to each question in the search box. only use the first page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;your name?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Amalina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amalina isn't defined &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/insert.php?word=amalina"&gt;yet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahaah. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;nickname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; yiena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yiena isn't defined &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/insert.php?word=yiena"&gt;yet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is undefined! hehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;your boyfriend/girlfriend's name&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; kelyn&lt;/em&gt; (my sister's name, since.. yknow)&lt;br /&gt;-kelyn isn't defined &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/insert.php?word=kelyn"&gt;yet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what tha hell is up with this? it doesn't work on me? grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;bestfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;dira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-short for Indira, a really hot funny amazing girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a nice one, ey? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;what should you be doing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sleeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To masturbate furiously in your room while praying that your grandma doesn't come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhaha! whaaaaaat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;where do you want to go&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;disneyland.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The largest human trap run by a Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go Mickey! heeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;home state?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Brunei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-An extremely rich country that has very poor neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Finish the line; "the best thing(s) in life is/are __?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ruined by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=MTV"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;one word to describe yourself right now?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;exhausted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what mindless people type into the little "look up" box on urbandictionary..because they are bored, and most likely &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tired"&gt;tired&lt;/a&gt; its a vicious circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;what is in the air?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;boredom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-What you are probably suffering from if you are reading this definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. this thing hates me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katainggababunana, yiena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-6362393346101970245?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/6362393346101970245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=6362393346101970245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6362393346101970245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6362393346101970245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-to-urbandictionary.html' title='suvey!'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-3593808154860122238</id><published>2008-05-22T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:01:50.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a matter of time?</title><content type='html'>Izzah told me to listen to this one song. It somehow occurs to me of where I am now :S I have listened to it and yes, it does. I kept listening to this song over and over again. I will just post the lyrics here. Friends, you'll understand. :')&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lately I've been thinking about what I can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been stressing to fall back in love with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm so sorry that I couldn't follow through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I can't go on this way. I've got to stop it babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You've been wonderful in all that you can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But it hurts when you say that you understand me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So believe me. I, I am sorry, I, I am sorry, I, I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to see me through it allI ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wanted you to be the one I loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you, I wanted youI wanted you to hold me in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been pushing hard to open up the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trying to take us back to where we were before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I'm done. I just can't do this anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Cause we can't be mended, so let's stop pretending now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We've been walking around in circles for some time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I think we should head for the finish line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So believe me. I, I am sorry, I, I am sorry, I, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to see me through it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to be the one I loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you, I wanted youI wanted you to hold me in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I, I... I'm so sorry baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I, I... I gotta pack up and leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I, I'll always remember how we came close... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to being how I wanted to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you babyI wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to see me through it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to be the one I loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you, I wanted youI wanted you to hold me in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song is by Ina - I wanted you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a realy nice song. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Six more days to go until my ass is in Sutera Harbour. ohh! I can't wait! I know it's just Sabah, but oh.... the hotel is just ama-za-zing! I'll be leaving on thursday, which is next week, in the morning. flight is at 8am. so i have to wake up early and I won't be going to school. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-3593808154860122238?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/3593808154860122238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=3593808154860122238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3593808154860122238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3593808154860122238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-just-matter-of-time.html' title='it&apos;s just a matter of time?'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-7632156659287634100</id><published>2008-05-14T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:17:30.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will this feeling fade?</title><content type='html'>My exam started on the 8th of May and will end at 19th of May. I had my Economics paper 2 and IRK paper 2, which wasn't so good =/ my economics is always a mess and my IRK, as usual nothing what I have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my exam to be over and I can't wait for 29th, i'm going to Kota Kinabalu on that day and will be staying at Sutera Harbour. wheeee. relax, relax and relax. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it's wrong, but I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's been few months now, almost 5 months actually,  I haven't talk to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and never will I. I know that there's an obvious fact that I should, I really should move on. To be honest, I have. but I never really stop loving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;? I wish I have stopped. Oh and to tell how much I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; can never really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; has the life of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; own now, without me. :( and I am here, missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; stupidly. what does that give me? Soon, there will be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;little kid&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; hold. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Belle's party coming soon, eyeteaserz performing! wheeee. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-7632156659287634100?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/7632156659287634100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=7632156659287634100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/7632156659287634100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/7632156659287634100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-will-this-feeling-fade.html' title='when will this feeling fade?'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-1309658553194558730</id><published>2008-05-14T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:51:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-year term.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-1309658553194558730?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/1309658553194558730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=1309658553194558730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1309658553194558730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1309658553194558730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/05/mid-year-term.html' title='mid-year term.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-1758783273040651395</id><published>2008-05-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:24:01.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know.</title><content type='html'>on the 13th of April'08, Burung Pingai had a sports day for the Burung Pingai people. They only had Netball and Futsal tournament, which ofcourse I joined the netball tournament with my family. Surprisingly, we won! :D Ahmad Warriors, that is. It was a really great fun day yet hot. I got to meet few of my long-lost cousins and friends and I also got to meet my cousins and spent the whole day with them. It was great fun. I wish father could have been there to watch her two daughters play, me and sister. He knew how keen I am towards netball, he supported me. Alhamdulillah, mother was there.. she supported a lot now lately. Thank you mother. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy now lately. I know, I know.. I have been excusing this. Really, I just don't have the time. It's not my fault for not updating and not blogging. heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish me a very best of luck for my O'level. That's all what I can concetrate for now. Get those great scores and go to a higher level of education, Insya Allah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss my circles. ehhhhhhhh, you people know who you are. :( My blog is a mess, a total mess. I'll clean it up, by clean I mean, fix it up when I have the precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiena 1123pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-1758783273040651395?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/1758783273040651395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=1758783273040651395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1758783273040651395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1758783273040651395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-6834150452546220301</id><published>2008-03-24T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:45:36.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>sorry a million for not updating my blog. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! :( :( :( free time is nowhere around me. :S i have so so much to do. :( :( tired tireddddd tireeeddddddddddd. i have only 15 minutes to do this? by then, i have to go to mengalit for my netball training. i just received a text from naning, asking me to sleepover at tutong tonight. so, after i'll be sleeping arah tutong. no bloggy-bloggy for me. :( :( :( i'm sorry. but, i will give something to read for my readers nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love eyeteaserz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiena. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-6834150452546220301?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/6834150452546220301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=6834150452546220301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6834150452546220301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6834150452546220301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-6066697218119249392</id><published>2008-01-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:11:09.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the memory of my late father.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4D-fYlKyDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M3nZioXskFk/s1600-h/A+little+some%28322%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4D-fYlKyDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M3nZioXskFk/s320/A+little+some%28322%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152397788839594034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9th of Ramadhan 1428&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22nd September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there goes my greatest man who I called '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;'. I was just sleeping when all of a sudden there was a knock on my door from my brother in a sound of worried. I thought, he only wanted to borrow something but instead he said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;bapa inda keluar-keluar dari toilet. Ku katok, inda bejawab.&lt;/span&gt;" I panicked and ran to the bathroom. I shouted, calling.. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad! dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" over and over again, still no reply. I asked my brother to look from thw window and he did and unexpected he said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;bapa pengsan.&lt;/span&gt;" I saw tears and I was in a complete shocked. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called mother and sister. After they've heard the news.. mom cried and sister tried to knocked down the door. As loud we were, there came my aunties from next door and so did my other brother. It took a long time to get the door down (oh, it was locked ofcourse) so i decided to climb up the window. I saw dad laying on the ground, I couldn't stare. I went fast as I could, opened the door and came sister doing her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CPR&lt;/span&gt; with the help of abang Es. Abang Nami called the ambulance which took an effing long time to get through their line and for them to get here. Mom was in the TV room, with full of tears, shocked-ness and sadness. I went to calm her down, but it seemed what I was doing was only gonna make her cry more cause, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I was crying with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was prayed and prayed and prayed. Hoping that he'd be fine. That he's okay. I ran to the bathroom and there was the moment that i thought everything's not gonna be okay. I felt his pulse, there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;no beat&lt;/span&gt;, not even a single beat. I heard sister saying.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jangan ke sana pa. kami di sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " I heard babu (my aunty) reading ayat-ayat Al-quran. Finally, ambulance came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelyn and abang Es went with the ambulance. Mother and I followed abang Nami to the hospital. The doctors did they best. Dr. Wadi approached Kelyn and told her the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;news that I wished I could never hear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seeing how kelyn reacted, that's the final moment that everything's gonna changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There it was, september 22nd 2007, around dawn. An UNEXPECTED incident. I lost an amazing dad. Who was completely healthy and even young looking. Who cared about me, who supported me in everything I do. My singing, my dance, my sports, my education. Who stayed up with me til' late night. Who gave me almost everything that I wanted. Who was cool enough to share my stories with him, cool enough to back me up from the teachers. cool enough to even know my secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took care of me the way I wanted to be taken care of. Not only me, but the people i'm with. He respected my friends. He was friendly with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So today, it's suppose to be his birthday. 7th January, his 59th. I'll just pray for him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Al hamdu lillahi rabbi l-alamin&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ar rahmani r-rahim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maliki yawmi d-din&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Iyyaka na'budu wa iyyaka nastain&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ihdina s-sirat al mustaqim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sirat al-ladina an'amta 'alayhim gayril maghdubi&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'alayhim walad dallin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AMIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EFBYlKyEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6PJvMWOT7l4/s1600-h/A+little+some%281377%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EFBYlKyEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6PJvMWOT7l4/s320/A+little+some%281377%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152404970024912962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EG4olKyFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YHQckQGj3oo/s1600-h/29082007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EG4olKyFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YHQckQGj3oo/s320/29082007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152407018724313170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great he was as a grand dad. She was only a year and three months when dad left. This one was taken when Weeza was admitted to the hospital. Which was few weeks before dad left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I wish to upload the family photo and the ones mom with dad. But, I don't have it here in the laptop nor my phone nor the camera. I have all of these in the negative and the ones that has been printed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I MISS YOU DAD!&lt;/span&gt; If only I could spend a little more time with you. IF ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EMrIlKyHI/AAAAAAAAABE/kCKwNO2SP_Q/s1600-h/A+little+some%28387%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EMrIlKyHI/AAAAAAAAABE/kCKwNO2SP_Q/s320/A+little+some%28387%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152413383865845874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;May Allah rest dad's soul in peace&lt;/span&gt;. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4EJtolKyGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ec9xj0424hg/s1600-h/A+little+some%28387%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-6066697218119249392?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/6066697218119249392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=6066697218119249392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6066697218119249392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/6066697218119249392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-memory-of-my-late-father.html' title='in the memory of my late father.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R4D-fYlKyDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M3nZioXskFk/s72-c/A+little+some%28322%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-3114926570128701711</id><published>2008-01-01T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:56:57.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008!</title><content type='html'>haaaa. i know, i rarely update my blog. &amp;amp; as Yean said, "pemalas" haha, yes. but, i just don't have the time to do this blog. i have so much to share. :( so sedih. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date 31.12.2007;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year 2008, everyone. what did you guys get to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i celebrated it at Empire. it was a last minute plan. at first, we had no idea where to go. so yeaah. hehh. i was sleeping over at tutong, at Nisa's a.k.a Naneng,, cousin saya. i went home at night. kelyn picked me up. we went picking up Yuny over at Kupang, cause me and Yuny wanted to celebrate our new year's together. :D so we went to my place around 9. met abg nami, cause abg nami and ka yatie wanted us to join them, so we did., abg es too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i got home, relax for a while. then took a shower, got dressed up and we went out like around 11pm? yeah. we were stucked along jalan, was it tunkgu, rimba? errr, pokoknya there was a roadblocked kawasan sana atu. 15 mintues, stucked. =\ then, rushed up to empire arrived around 11.30. then, stucked lagi along jalan empire. =\ =\ bought the $30 tickets. parked the car at 11.40pm. we parked jauh. so, considerly 7 minutes walk from our car to the attrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, got to the empire's attrium approximately 11.50pm. haha. as we arrived, there we clowns and band's performing. the stage was nicee place to perform! :D not long after that, the countdown started from 20seconds. as it was midnight, they dropped tenths of balloons and there it was.. "HAPPY NEW YEAR". hugged everyone. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a lot of familiar faces. went outside to watched the fire works. the fire works were randoms. they could've done better. and thenn... raining! haha. the fire works stopped. and we went straight to the base. where the party is. :D looked around for a while then we to the dance floor! on the dance floor, i saw nazmo, fared and others that i couldn't recall their names. i'm sorry. :( so, kami dance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fee told me the DJ's were, Dj felix and Dj Mirul. i don't know siapa them. but, they got some cool beats. :) speaking of fee, i didn't get to meet him masa new year. isssh. :( sedih. he was asked to spin arah rimba. pooo. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party arah empire stopped around 1.30 or 2 am. so, we went outside. bumped into fakhrul, tegur-ed him and greeted him happy new year and asked him how he was. he's fine, ia cakap. heheh. and bumped into orang BP's; wajid, indra, baba, ahda, momoh and some people i tak kenal. hehe. oh! i met nunu and amanda masa arah base. :D they asked me to ikut them, but i didn't get the chance. i greeted nunu happy new year and the funny part was,  i ter-salah greet arah amanda, i accidentally said "happy birthday." HAHAHHA. she corrected me by yelling "happy new year!" hahaha. xp xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we planned where to go next. we went arah TK, ramai oraannggg. =s went arah semporna, juga penuh. =\ cruised around kiulap. kinda boring. we cruised around lah saja. then, decided to go home. reached home around 3.30am. called fee, asked him how was the party he went to.. he said, "okay jua lah"  and he told me he was at TK, (i should've went there! =\)  sama his brother, his brother's friends and ryna. so i decided to hang up. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuny slept over at my house. we slept around 5ishish. we watched the new bring it on "in it to win it". the cheer moves were incredibly lawaaaaaa. :D :D but, how the movie goes was a little "errrrr." hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali kami sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.01.2008;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from the Royal Brunei Catering (RBC). i had my dinner there. my uncle's treat, it's his birthday today. yes, 1st January. :D lawaaaaa the date. the food was okayy. haha. oh this uncle of mine, the youngest uncle whom i call "Acai" has the resemblance with my late father. and i tell you, it's very sama. seriously. those who've seen my late father might think that it could be him. like, my cousin (my mother's side). when we were having the "makan 40 hari" she saw Acai and thought she seen my late father. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my father *al-fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i went to the airport, i went out with my mother, abang es and kelyn. we went to $1.80 at Batu Satu. we went searching for waffles as the "campur" for this upcoming "makan 100 hari". it's going to be on thursday, 3rd January 2008, Tahlil and Berjemaah. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! tomorrow is the first day of school! shiteyyyyyyy. :( gaaaah. i just hate the fact that i have to wake up eeaaarllyyyyyyyyy and jumpa some of the teachers that i wish not to see. but, i am eager to meet my friends, besties! i miss them, mannn. :( i'll see kamu esok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, im out.  night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-3114926570128701711?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/3114926570128701711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=3114926570128701711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3114926570128701711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3114926570128701711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008!'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-1254986851526969736</id><published>2007-12-21T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:24:20.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged.</title><content type='html'>Tagging rules;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each bogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.   i am fat! i'm actually scared to perform and felt uncomfortable to dance. because, how i look doesn't suits what i do. and i tried to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.   my real name is Amalina bte Yaakub. there, now you know. heee. i used to be called as "Amal" who has this different personalities. then, i was called as "Alyn" because, in my school there were a lot of "amal". so i changed. and then, i started to like the name "yiena". so now, i am known as YIENA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three.   number 7 is my lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four.   it's hard for me to forget about the past. i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five.   i'm still scared of ghosts. i sleep with the bed light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six.   i used to bite my nail. now, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven.   i don't look like my age. in fact, i look older than my age. way easy for me to lie about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight.  i miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tagging;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wane, Nina, Eddah, Ihti, Mea, Farah, Effen and Fidah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-1254986851526969736?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/1254986851526969736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=1254986851526969736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1254986851526969736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1254986851526969736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-3568659672901105318</id><published>2007-12-11T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:16:17.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while.</title><content type='html'>hii. it's been a while i haven't blogged. now, i finally got my free time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't got to do much today, so i decided to blog. my second brother, abang ayai, stopped by our place. he woke me up around 9.30am. he said, "na, dengani kan abang makan nasi lemak." so, i woke up, went straight to bathroom, washed up, brushed my teeth, went to kitchen and ate nasi lemak with him. not long after that, my fourth brother bangun, abang es, he joined me and abang ayai breakfast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang ayai just got back home one the 1st of december from perth, he has a degree to finish there, one more year to go with two semester. he's taking two degrees. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast, pipah texted me.. she said, "hey, bangun kau sudah? aku ke sana." i allowed her to come. she came around 11am? and stayed here til' 12.30pm. she had her lunch here. we were discussing about tomorrow's gathering or should i say it, reunion. it's this 2003's amar students reunion. i hope friends will make it. i'm hoping to see my long-lost friends. it's been too longggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i asked danny, my bestfriend. where should we gathered? he replied, either chill or coffee zone. fee, my bestfriend juga,  is craving for the latte in coffeezone but i'm craving for the mocca in coffebean. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yean, i love mocca too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, we will meet up arah coffee zone. and then, we'll discuss what fun to do. hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, pipah came back to my place around 2pm, after shower. hehe. she stayed here again til' 4 ish.  cause, i had to go to  the graveyard to visit daddy's kubur and we prayed. i went there with abang ayai, abang es, mama and me. we went straight home after that and here i am, doing this blog thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiena. may dad rest in peace, *al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-3568659672901105318?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/3568659672901105318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=3568659672901105318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3568659672901105318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/3568659672901105318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-4659726800001600231</id><published>2007-11-25T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:11:09.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's in KL. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R0luTwduN4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lI2gWyzYyRc/s1600-h/A+little+some%28755%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R0luTwduN4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lI2gWyzYyRc/s320/A+little+some%28755%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136758135698896770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing someone right now. it's him, that dude, he's in KL now. :( i received a call from him just now. :D yayy! he remembers me. HAHA. apakann. well yeaah, i talked to him. he said he's bored there. :S awwwww. he'll be back this wednesday. :D i misssssss youuuuuuuu. *flying kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddd.. tomorrow is finals for the in school basketball tournament! yayyy! the Flyerz will play against RP and The Repeaters will play against Mc Flame. well, i think Flyerz and The repeaters will make it to the finals! and whoever wins the champion will play against us girls! HAHA. i know it'll be fun, well i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm the emcee in this tournament, they asked me to prepare a speech. i've just finished them. :D coach said, biar sampai orang nangis. haha. well no, i can't make sampai orang nangis but yeaah, kely said it's a great speech since she helped a little. thanks ka! i called Dira just now to let her hear my speech, she said, "padat" if i didn't missed-heard. i think, it's okay. :D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went out ma today. :D and i ate chocolate cake. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah im off. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-4659726800001600231?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/4659726800001600231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=4659726800001600231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4659726800001600231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4659726800001600231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/hes-in-kl.html' title='he&apos;s in KL. :('/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPlvS3H2Dpg/R0luTwduN4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lI2gWyzYyRc/s72-c/A+little+some%28755%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-9088981564430201992</id><published>2007-11-20T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T04:52:18.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr?</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i sleptover at my cousin's. though i didn't really sleep. :S but uhh, i need to get my mind of things. 'cause, lately. life's being an ass to me. it saddens me. :( i just don't know what to do. but, having my cousins around kinda cheered me up a little. it's all worth it than crying. if only i can spill it out here, it would be much better. but, i just can't. i might dragged someone to my obstacles if i mentioned it in here and im not gonna do that. so it's better if i just keep it to myself though it fucking hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i misss youuuuuuuuuuuuuu. :( i wish i could've seen you longerrr. too bad, that was all the time we had until next time? *sigh* atleast, i got see you. heh. you're not around. :( it upsets me. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting lazy each day since i got nothing to do. =\ matieeeeee, boringgggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, whatever. imma have my dinner. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yiena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may dad rst in peace. *Al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-9088981564430201992?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/9088981564430201992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=9088981564430201992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/9088981564430201992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/9088981564430201992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/errr.html' title='errr?'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-7770304487974693477</id><published>2007-11-16T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:55:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've let it out.</title><content type='html'>After what happened, this is the greatest thing that happened to me. i finally let out what i had been feeling. though how much it hurts me but i guess, it's all worth telling. i cried. and how much i miss him. &lt;3 i love you, you know that. cause, i really do. when it's time, we'll have the moment to be with each other, even for a while. i don't mind when i know it'll hurt me. but if fates brings us together for eternity, i will never regret. i wish to see you very soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this guy, you know who you are.. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yiena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may dad rest in peace. AMIN. *al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-7770304487974693477?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/7770304487974693477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=7770304487974693477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/7770304487974693477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/7770304487974693477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-let-it-out.html' title='i&apos;ve let it out.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-4228084452270043359</id><published>2007-11-10T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T07:48:54.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i went out with dgb.</title><content type='html'>I bet y'all are curious with the word dgb. It stands for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Dira, Gmah &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Kaka Buzzy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We went for a swim tadi. We had fun :D too bad Yanee wasn't there.  she missed out a lot sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll be having my last two papers on monday which is POA and Geography, both paper one. it'll be okay, i guess. it's only MCQs. so after my exam.. woohoo! i am so extremely tired. i need to rest and get my own things done. heeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i wish i could join eyeteaserz perform this 26th? but yeaah. they said it's confirmed. i'll come by practice but i won't be joining them perform but at least i could get to be there at the day of the performances. oh how much i miss dancing. :( and it doesn't give me much of a choice. next year i'll be in form 5 so i'll be taking my O' levels. grrrrr. i guess, i'll be off from my activities and more to my studies. hopefully, i won't miss a thing. i don't want to. but i will be there for eyeteaserz! :D wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i just got home from my neighbour also my cousin. we're gonna have this family gathering called "Mat Serudin's Family". it's been years since we celebrated so they planned to celebrate it this year. :) we had shows happening all around, all by three Teris. namely- POKUL, Aminah and Hindun. and i am in teris Aminah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so, we had a little practice. they asked me to dance but i rejected, as i said, i don't feel comfortable dancing infront of the crowds. but i helped them chreographed few steps. they know that imma dancer so they asked me to get things done if i could. so i did, i helped them with my old VERY simple dance. but they like it, atleast they can cope it. cause this gathering is like very soon, i heard it's gonna be on this 17th. so okayyy. they asked me to sing to this lagu "cinta" i'm not so sure if jadi or inda. ikut cakap durang. 'cause, they said "kalau menyanyi mana papa tu lai eh, jangan saja kau lumpat2" and i thought to myself, bukannya both inda dapat kah? she's the pengarah at this something pasal agama lah. so yeah, i think it'll be okay. but i knoww dance inda boleh, obviuosly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think, that's about it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yiena Ali?&lt;3&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-4228084452270043359?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/4228084452270043359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=4228084452270043359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4228084452270043359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4228084452270043359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-out-with-gdb.html' title='i went out with dgb.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-324272811254685267</id><published>2007-11-09T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:24:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid enough to spread my email. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>My day yesterday went okay at least i think so, cause i can't remember what i did. BUT! i have something i-don't-know-what-to-call-it to update here! nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start from the very beginning of the story until how it leads to what  i'm about to tell. It goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, i chatted with this unknown guy who was in my contact list in MSN. We talked about things and got close. Well, you know how this can be. When you're close with someone, you tend to ask about things like, "do you have boyfriend?" or "do you have a girlfriend?" right? Well, he didn't ask me pulang but, i just needed to know O=) So i asked him first. He said, he wasn't with someone nor inlove with someone nor seeing someone. Then i thought it'd be okay, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even talked on the phone or sometimes even texted each other. Oh how we were close :( and then, came another day.. *wait wait, i can't remember what happened that day* oh yeaaah! he asked me whether I know this girl or not. adalah this girl, i'm not gonna mention her name in here. Then, i said, no. He explained things on how i could be related to her but i still couldn't recall. I got curious, so i asked why. kali apa kah di cakapnya.. i sooo forgooottttttt! :s :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that girl yang he asked me is his girlfriend! they're with eachother for one year plus? as he said. so, Ooh-kay! the girl knows who i am and who i am to him. yes, me and him are friends saja not more nor less. But the guy kept things in touch in between. hehh! pitty him for doing so. adalah he said to her about "don't mess things up with her (me) " then, she got sad. awwwwh~ :( she cried. heeeee. see, it's not my fault. she asked for my email arah him. he asked for my permission and i allowed him. heh. i thought she was a good girl type. oh how was i wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this, you can see how she could hate me. lots of things happened lah, not that a lot but yeaah. i talked with her in msn, it went okay. not until last two nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to kedai runcit and i saw this very familiar looking girl.. hehe yes yes, it's that girl. it was for the first time we've seen each other for a very long time. I went near her as she was near at the entrance. i tried to smile but she gave me the cold look with her eyes-rolled. oh okay, she hates me? I can get a little bitchy at times, so i went to her and said, "hey, you're *her name* right?" and she said, "yeaa" in her i don't know, cold way. i went "Ooh-kay" with my eyebrow raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home, i went online.. and i saw her online! batah sudah ia inda online. the boyfriend pun online. Then, not long after that LOTS of people added me! and i asked, who are they and how did they got my email. they said, dari "amalbrakas" from "chatworld" and i was like, WHAT THE HELL??? as i changed my nick arah msn to "too fucked up to even spread my email. if sasak, bedapan. talurrrrr" then, i checked ia nada online. heh. weird. :s i confronted the boyfriend, but he didn't reply. heh. again, weird. :s  usually, he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. my email has been spread. boohoo yoouu. i think it's her. cause, no one calls me amal. except for my cousin, which i don't they dare to do so or my kawan lama.. which they won't do so too. oh and them.. which they possibly be could be the one. hehh. i'm not gonna do anything about it, but if she happen to cross my line, then she will get the price she pays. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiena&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-324272811254685267?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/324272811254685267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=324272811254685267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/324272811254685267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/324272811254685267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-enough-to-spread-my-email-haha.html' title='stupid enough to spread my email. HAHA.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-1773643569984639568</id><published>2007-11-07T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:11:40.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary day.</title><content type='html'>well,  i have nothing much to say about. but, i did got sick today; fever. my nose kept running and it's uncomfortable. i'm having headaches and i look pale. i can't revise much, 'cause of this headaches. my sight are not doing so well; i can't see things clearly. i'm feeling so cold yet i'm still using my shorts. i have more papers to go. my sickness came on my best week *sarcaism*. pfffft. i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'll be having Economics, which i hate! well, i don't like. hate is so over-rated. it's not that i hate economics. i like them. but, i have problems with the teacher. i hate you! seriously, i do. i tried to go with your studies, but you ruined it! and you blamed me for being stupid in it. no, it's not. it's you. if it was me, then, why does my students mates had the same grades as i did? see, it's you. they don't have a thing with you, well i do. you started it! it was just a fucking phone and you made a big deal out of it. i'll be giving my best shot for tomorrow. so, respect what i'll be answering. cause, after all this time.. i wrote like 1oo words of an essay and i've only been given 6 out of 30 marks for it. what the hell? yes, i'm making this a big deal because, she, the so called "teacher" treats me like i'm a nobody! hey, i'm a student who's here, who wants to learn. economics is my kinda subject but ughhh you effing ruined it! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeteaserz had been asked to perform this late november. at the orchid garden. i think, eyeteaserz will perform, most of us said okay, though we have to pay. :S practice will start soon, i hope. i haven't been updated. but, i know it's going to be soon. after exams, i bet.&lt;br /&gt;to eyeteaserz, i'm sorry for now. i can't lend a place for practice. i'm sure you guys understand why and there's 50, 50 i might be joning this performance or not. that, i'm sure guys understand too. it'll be *something* if i shake my ass infront of crowds after what happened, but, i'll think about it. 'cause dancing is my life. even 'arimullah my dad supported me in this. i'll re-consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiena&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*al-fatihah. may dad rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-1773643569984639568?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/1773643569984639568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=1773643569984639568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1773643569984639568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/1773643569984639568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/ordinary-day.html' title='ordinary day.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-4809012741571820317</id><published>2007-11-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:18:39.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>It took more than 3o minutes for me to sign in. :S gaaaaah. i forgot my password and errr email? haha. pitty me for not signing in for a very long time. so, here i am. back again. updating my most boring blog. heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy with exams lately. heeee. yes, i have nothing that to worry much about, 'cause it's just an end-year examination. HAHA. hopefully, i'll get good grades better that before. i had science and malay today. i thought science was going to be difficult, but oh! i was wrong. it wasn't that hard! yeeaaay! heeeee. i used to hate science, but since the science teacher has been changed to a BETTER one. i started to like themm and finally, started to learn! haha. malay was hehh okay. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just me here, in kelyn's room (my sister), she's bringing ma out. i don't know kemana. i asked ma to buy me foods. :D heeeeee. brother is in his room, i asked to watch tv here with me. tapi, kelyn inda suruh. so yeaaah, aloneeeeee. it's currently raining now. and yes, im scared walaupun time ptg ani! haha. oh no! it's getting heavier! gaaaaaah. imma call brother es dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im back. i just called brother es. and he asked, "can i take my shower first?" haha. bah bah, go! heee. im watching desperate housewives while blogging. season 4, baby! wheeeee. :D okay. imma update again soon. prolly tonight. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiena&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*al-fatihah. i miss you dad! may you rest in peace. Amin! al-fatihah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-4809012741571820317?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/4809012741571820317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=4809012741571820317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4809012741571820317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/4809012741571820317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-2512803196045029265</id><published>2007-09-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:58:26.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they won't let me puasa. =S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i'm getting all better now after two weeks plus of being sick. and to tell you the truth, i haven't been fasting. :( last night, i really had my niat to fast. to finally start fasting. ;D i had my sahur. reaady banar tah ku kan puasaaaaa. kali, the next day (this morning) my mum ask, "puasa?" and i was like, "awuuu" happily. then, i went to school. school was school. there was this relief english teacher. i don't know her name. julaiha or something. she talked about "good dicipline leads to a good students"? entah. so she talked about stuffs. i find her annoying, she took one minute to say three words! batah bah ia becakap ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so yeaah, as i were saying. i said i'm fasting today kan.. but then, i got home after school, was about 12+. i went straight to toilet and i found out i'm having my period! like, what thaaaaa? inda tah ku puasa ni? grrrrr. so, i haven't been fasting. which i feel bad about it. :( banyak dusa rasanya. HAHA. but as soon as my period is over, puasa tah ku niiii. ;D till then. i'll update more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yiena&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-2512803196045029265?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/2512803196045029265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=2512803196045029265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/2512803196045029265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/2512803196045029265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-wont-let-me-puasa-s.html' title='they won&apos;t let me puasa. =S'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559342611011997.post-5442383382264593073</id><published>2007-09-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:05:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new to blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;oh hello people. i've just created my blogspot. so, i'm new to this. heee. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559342611011997-5442383382264593073?l=yienaali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/feeds/5442383382264593073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1559342611011997&amp;postID=5442383382264593073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/5442383382264593073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559342611011997/posts/default/5442383382264593073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yienaali.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-to-blogging.html' title='new to blogging.'/><author><name>Yiena Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424501193541829879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
