<?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-1159095843495953995</id><updated>2012-01-23T17:08:51.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a million little pieces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7181671973899280557</id><published>2011-06-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:45:21.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm about to lose my mind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bm4oKEqj0E/TgVLe4OXPjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HKpVXzfRVc8/s1600/Jessica-Stroup-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bm4oKEqj0E/TgVLe4OXPjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HKpVXzfRVc8/s320/Jessica-Stroup-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621982703702720050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When people say "I'm about to lose my mind" or "I'm going crazy" or even "I'm on the verge of going crazy", do they even realize they're already there? How do you know exactly that you're still on the verge? How do you separate the line between being and normal and insane? Trust me, you don't. Those are merely ways for us to express how much fucked-up we are. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's almost end of June. Middle of the year. I have three books to finish and I am still not done even with the 1st one. Plain truth by Jodi Picoult. It's all about this Amish girl who committed a murder. And how a non-plain lawyer comes all the way from the big city to defend her. The story goes on about how they bond and so on. Blah. Blah. I don't even know what the hell makes me bought the book. I just had to read something, you know. The second book is The Search by Nora Roberts. Followed by Sutera Bidadari by Ramlee Awang Murshid. I just remembered I had The Zahir by Paulo Coelho. Haha. I'll keep on buying them and never read. Don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I always wanted to be a pilot, con-artist, photographer, kinder-garten teacher, sharp-shooter, baker, chef, CSI. Well, you know anything other that what I'm doing right now. You should get what I mean. It's not that I hate hate it. I enjoy working. I just hate this bunch of pretentious douche who make the job seems so annoying and irritating and appalling. Argh. Sigh. Whatever. I just don't get it. They proudly claim their ambition was to become a doctor. But they end up not doing things right. They make me confused. Yeah I know, life is not perfect. I'm not perfect. They're not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The more people say I look fat, the more I stop exercising. That's just me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) She's Jessica Stroup by the way. I love her sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio peeps. Shall see you again next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7181671973899280557?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7181671973899280557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7181671973899280557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7181671973899280557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7181671973899280557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-about-to-lose-my-mind.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m about to lose my mind&quot;'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bm4oKEqj0E/TgVLe4OXPjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HKpVXzfRVc8/s72-c/Jessica-Stroup-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-9138195774976097009</id><published>2011-05-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:55:01.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hot lady mechanic. I'm just saying.</title><content type='html'>Numbered post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A month passed by since my last post. I'm currently in Emergency Department. Supposedly to be my favorite posting of all. But hell yes, sometimes things just changed. And you don't even know why. Not that I hate ED. I'm just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Life has turn on a very drastic change. No more confusion. I'm not miserable anymore. Just happy. A simple happy life. But as they always say, there is always a price to pay for everything in life. Things you have to sacrifice. I may say I don't know all the time. But I always believe we will eventually figure it out some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do I really want in life? I'm talking about work, career, job or whatever you would like to call it. As you know, it was never my intention to become a doctor. But as I'm already stuck in it I might as well just go through with it, right? "Alang-alang menyeluk perkasam, biar sampai ke pangkal lengan". I love Obstetrics and Gynecology the most if you ask me. But let's get real. You're a lazy bum, Zafira. And you know how life is in O&amp;G. Yes, I'm aware of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I always love Forensics. I've met with the HOD. He is glad to have me in his department. But we have 1 little problem as he told me he doesn't have the power to put my name in Forensics. The power always come from the people upstairs. Another sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option number 3 is to quit my job and do something else. This I always imagine myself doing it. Just quit the job. Go somewhere else. Do something else that makes me extraordinarily content. But we still have a problem. I need to figure out what's best for me (us). I don't mind doing anything in life, honestly. You can throw anything at me and I'll make it work. For instance, maybe a hot lady mechanic who operates expensive cars? *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bad news. My baby cooper got his first scratch the other day. But he still looks handsome, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I need to go to an island and just lie there on the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-9138195774976097009?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/9138195774976097009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=9138195774976097009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/9138195774976097009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/9138195774976097009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2011/05/hot-lady-mechanic-im-just-saying.html' title='A hot lady mechanic. I&apos;m just saying.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3583120911252071797</id><published>2011-04-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T01:08:36.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins with a glimpse of a passing thought..</title><content type='html'>I have never cried because of a patient. And I made a promise that never will. That promise was shattered last night and it all began way too early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: Doctor, patient is unresponsive!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Which patient?&lt;br /&gt;SN: Bed 10. The one with cryptococcal meningitis. Status unknown. Query IVDU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran towards the patient. SpO2 monitor showed 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Record the blood pressure and pulse please. Take DXT together while you're at it. And someone else please put cardiac monitor on him. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was tachycardic. Sinus tachycardia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assessed the GCS was 3/15. Pupils were already fixed and dilated. During the afternoon rounds his GCS was 11/15. He was still able to move up his limbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ok. I want emergency trolley here. Prepare ETT size 7.5. I want the yonker to be here. The bag and the mask. The laryngoscope. Make sure everything is ready. I wanna intubate this patient.&lt;br /&gt;SN: Doctor zafira, where is the houseman oncall??&lt;br /&gt;Z: Kakak sayang, I'm the houseman oncall.&lt;br /&gt;SN: I thought you're the MO?&lt;br /&gt;Z: I have 2 lives Kakak. During the day I'm the MO. At night I'm the HO. And please someone call our MO oncall. &lt;br /&gt;Another SN: Doctor! BP 30/40!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Run 2 pint gelafundin fast. Make sure he has 2 lines! And someone please prepare dopamine 10mcg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I intubated the patient. SpO2 picked up to 90-92%. Blood pressure picked up to 120/80 mmHg. Suddenly I could see only 1 line on the cardiac monitor. Then I heard my MO's voice. A very calm voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MO: Start the CPR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we commenced CPR for 30 minutes. Atropine and adrenaline was given 3 times. The heartbeat just could not sustained on its own. His pulses were impalpable. Even the SpO2 on bagging dropped down to 2% the lowest but I still kept on bagging. Then my Mo went out to talk to the family members. I heard a woman's voice mumbling and crying simultaneously. I could not make out her words exactly. Then it became louder. It sounded much like this, "Doctor!!!!!!!!!! You better try harderrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!! You did not try hard enough!!! You better try againnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "I should've never consented for the lumbar puncture!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart really was smashed into a million little pieces. And trust me. I did cry a little bit. It's too unfair to accuse us of not trying hard enough. I don't even know why this become so personal to me. Probably it begins with a glimpse of a passing thought. I just hope it won't end in obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote 1: If you are sick and you are on call, you better just say BRING IT ON BABY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a true story and maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: Guys who read books are just hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3583120911252071797?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3583120911252071797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3583120911252071797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3583120911252071797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3583120911252071797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-begins-with-glimpse-of-passing.html' title='It begins with a glimpse of a passing thought..'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3887506753788722008</id><published>2011-03-04T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:49:17.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eff-ed up.</title><content type='html'>One year has passed. Never thought I could hang on this far. I'm in my fourth posting now. And I'm also a junior MO there. Yes, everything is a eff-ed up. People may say wow a JMO! Superb! Heh. The truth is it's not. And I'm not here to talk how eff-ed up it is. This may not be what I want in life but heh, just bring it on. I've decided. It's definitely going to be forensics for my MO-ship. Or even a smaller hospital. I'm not gonna stay in a hospital full with politics everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about work. Let's talk about age and love. I'm gonna be 26 this year. I don't think I'm old yet. I still have a lot to do. I know everyone around me is getting married and having kids. I want that. I seriously do. It's just so hard to fall again. I'm still not over you, eh wait it yet. So if it's time that I need. So, be it. I don't want anyone to be a rebound. See, I'm a nice girl. And if crazy is what I need to be, so be it. It's just too difficult to erase your images. This feeling is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to those medical students who's looking for some doctor's blog that is full with inspiration. I think you've come to a wrong place. I'm just a plain girl whose life is so eff-ed up. And she's still figuring out how to make it less eff-ed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3887506753788722008?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3887506753788722008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3887506753788722008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3887506753788722008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3887506753788722008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2011/03/eff-ed-up.html' title='Eff-ed up.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3111172101126937727</id><published>2010-12-29T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:41:39.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On call.</title><content type='html'>Kakak: Kesian saya tengok doktor. Penat. Pukul 5 pagi pun tak boleh tidur lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Takpe kak. Saya banyak duit. *hand gesture for money*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3111172101126937727?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3111172101126937727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3111172101126937727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3111172101126937727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3111172101126937727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-call.html' title='On call.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-1732351345539711196</id><published>2010-12-06T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:08:17.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random conversations</title><content type='html'>Random conversations with the staff and community nurses in intermediate and wards. Imagine me wearing the blue scrubs. I know I look awesome in it. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conversation 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Akak, susahkan nak jaga baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak: Ye dokte, susahh. Saya ingat dulu waktu saya dalam pantang. Tak tido malam langsung! Asyik nangis je. Letih la. Dah la keje lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Eeee. Tensionnya akak. Saya tak tahan dengar baby nangis. Hehe. Saya kalau mengandung atau ada anak nak berhenti keja lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak: Dokte ni lawak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Ye la kak!! Saya serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak: Ha ni dokte. Dokte cakap baby ni cute. Meh la cuci berak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: No way! Saya suka dukung je. Jaga-jaga ni malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMs and SNs: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conversation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: Esok saya cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Eh cuti apa akak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: Yelah. Dah tiga hari keja malam berturut-turut. Kan kami ada 3 hari cuti after tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Wahhhhhhhh. Jelesnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: Itu lah kau. Sape suruh belajar pandai-pandai sangat. Kalau tak boleh cuti macam kami ni ha. Jadi SN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This one when I was washing my hair in a salon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair stylist: U keje apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: I'm a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair stylist: Waaaa. For real? U nampak muda la. Macam 18 je. Kecik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is the the most unforgettable conversation I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: Dokte nampak lainnya kat luar!!! Kalau tak kenal mesti saya tak sangka ni dokte. Rempit sangat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Biasa la saya akak. Mana bole ubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: Takpa. Stylo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-1732351345539711196?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/1732351345539711196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=1732351345539711196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1732351345539711196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1732351345539711196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-conversations.html' title='Random conversations'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6246432119467900969</id><published>2010-11-18T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:52:10.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siapa cakap tak penting</title><content type='html'>It was a weekend at 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random makcik: Doctor tunggu siapa? Suami ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Oh tidak. Saya belum kahwin. Saya tunggu mama saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random makcik: Oh tak kahwin lagi ka. Takpa. Kalau cari suami, carilah yang perangai bagus. Rupa tak penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: Eh penting tu makcik. Saya yang tengok muka dia tiap-tiap hari kot. *Senyum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random makcik: Hmmmm. (Patutlah tak kahwin-kahwin sampai sekarang. Padan muka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pengajaran: Jangan melawan orang tua. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6246432119467900969?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6246432119467900969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6246432119467900969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6246432119467900969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6246432119467900969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/11/siapa-cakap-tak-penting.html' title='Siapa cakap tak penting'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7626389172169183047</id><published>2010-11-04T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T03:39:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum taught me well on how to kill time.</title><content type='html'>My all-time favorite quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There is a reason why your name is Robin and not Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Once you've made the sale, please stop selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't give up on me, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love sleeping so much I wish I could marry him and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My recipe of living is I wake up every morning, do the best I can for the whole day and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wandering about in a great library without touching the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If you're good at something, never do it for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7626389172169183047?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7626389172169183047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7626389172169183047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7626389172169183047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7626389172169183047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-mum-taught-me-well-on-how-to-kill.html' title='My mum taught me well on how to kill time.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7349130192008840299</id><published>2010-10-31T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:06:39.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been 3 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TM5X0mnjlgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6asa4EZ4sS4/s1600/mysore+at+nite.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TM5X0mnjlgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6asa4EZ4sS4/s320/mysore+at+nite.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534457553316189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TM5XcvaAVvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uMiIze6Zh70/s1600/mysore-palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TM5XcvaAVvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uMiIze6Zh70/s320/mysore-palace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534457143358412530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbered entry again. This is what I've learned from my 5-day-visit to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never thought India would be so effing cold. I nearly died of coldness. I may be exaggerating but it's true. Ooty was freaking cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bangalore's got a new airport! Wow! It has been 3 years. No wonder la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Walking down MG Road, Brigade's Road and Commercial Street was like a deja vu. I miss old times. Sob Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Indians enjoy simple things not like us Malaysians. I'm amazed how they're so attracted to lights. No need for movies or big malls. Just simple lights would've sufficed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love Indian foods. Especially gobi manchurian, poori bhaji and sweet lassi. Heh, wait a minute. I basically eat anything. Anything goes, right Rennu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am so proud to be a Malaysian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Temples and palaces are scary even though they are beautiful. But I love Mysore palace. So cantik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ooty's botanical garden was the most relaxing place on planet earth. I wish I could freeze the time I was there even for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) An incident in Ooty really struck me.&lt;br /&gt;7 year old boy: Malaysia? China?&lt;br /&gt;Zafy: I'm from Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;7 year old boy: Wowwwwww! She's from Malaysia! *started giggling with happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I thought my visit to India would erase certain memories but I was wrong. I was totally wrong. So god please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I find Kashmir's guys are good looking. Haha. That reminds me of a 17 year old boy I met in Goa 4 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Indians are very proud of their countries even with their corruption and low socioeconomic status and I think we should too. Or so according to our tourist guide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) They have twin towers in Bangalore! Tiruuuuuuuuu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Beggers are everywhere. The rule is not to give them money. Otherwise they would come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Backpackers are always hot! Even without shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I have a very low threshold for pashminas, sarees and bangles. Girls. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Sightseeing for more than 1 day makes me wanna puke. I need some adventure. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Never thought my first ghost house would be in India. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ooty's lake reminds me of an episode of Supernatural in Season 2. Damn scaryyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I brought back my favorite drink of all time - Indian Redbull. Really brings back old memories. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Never thought it would be that easy to see elephants on the road. We were crossing Bandipur National Park and tiba-tiba nampak elephants. So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) As usual, I hope some things just don't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7349130192008840299?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7349130192008840299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7349130192008840299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7349130192008840299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7349130192008840299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-has-been-3-years.html' title='It has been 3 years.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TM5X0mnjlgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6asa4EZ4sS4/s72-c/mysore+at+nite.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5337862432021906817</id><published>2010-10-11T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:59:20.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the dreamer whines.</title><content type='html'>Smile just won't come easily nowadays. Not like the old days when worries are only exams and where and what to eat for dinner. Oh yeah that included what movie to watch and where to go to waste time and money. Oh I really miss those days. Those days where I would wake up early on weekends just to watch 'How I Met Your Mother'. Those days where I would stay up all night long just to watch Dean Winchester. Those days where we would go for 'empty orchestra' for 3 hours which was just nice for us to watch the premiere of Transformers. Those days where we would spent hours snorkeling till we looked like roasted lobsters. Those days when I don't wake up in the morning and look like a zombie bride. Ah those days when I don't cry like a cry-baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've changed a lot. Some people say change is good. But right now my kind of change really sucks. I know I'm being a whiner. I whine whine whine and talk about how life is so miserable. I wish time would speed up to the day where I get to laugh about this. And I'm hoping for the day where I would start writing about something other than this appalling matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, the dreamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5337862432021906817?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5337862432021906817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5337862432021906817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5337862432021906817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5337862432021906817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-dreamer-whines.html' title='When the dreamer whines.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2596408398110675287</id><published>2010-09-25T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:40:51.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought.</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd be a doctor when I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd fall for someone when I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that it'd be impossible to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd buy a mini cooper when I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be this heart broken when I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be surviving ho-ship till this far.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd ever like obstetrics and gynecology.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd lose 7kgs in 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd end up being miserable when I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought most of my best friends are getting married when they're 25.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be crying when I'm 25. &lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be meeting wonderful people in HSB.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd have a favourite baby in 5d. &lt;br /&gt;I wish some things just don't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Thankssomuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2596408398110675287?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2596408398110675287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2596408398110675287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2596408398110675287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2596408398110675287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-thought.html' title='I never thought.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-1068564671622466907</id><published>2010-08-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:53:37.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A true definition of hauntingly awesome.</title><content type='html'>After 5 minutes the show started, I kept on reminding not to make a fool of myself. My body was basically dancing throughout! Yes. That's the side effect of watching Step up 3D. And I've decided. It's August and I've chosen Step Up 3D as my all-time favorite movie of the year. I'm so sorry Shutter Island and Inception. You guys just stand number 2 and 3. Okay, let me reason out my choice. Let me walk you through the awesomeness of the world jams. Forget the storyline. They're always mind-numbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose and the balloon - This is the part where I started to fall for Step Up 3D. The way Moose move is so awesome! He's so skinny but still there's something about skinny guys when they dance. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hook - Ahhhhhhh. Feels like going in into the silver screen and dance with everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwai - How can people just spontaneously dance in water just like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle - The lights always get extra points. Haha. Inspite that, Pirates and Samurais are both awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The story begins in traditional video style, as several of the film's characters are recorded and asked a series of questions about why they dance. The film then cuts to Moose and Camille Gage who are both dancers and attend New York University. Moose is majoring in electrical engineering after promising his mother that he would not dance anymore. He saw soon a pair of Limited Edition Gun Metal Nike Dunks worn by Luke. Moose followed the shoes and then accidently stumbles upon a dance battle, meeting Luke and his House of Pirates dance crew and later teaming up with them to compete in the World Jam dance contest against their rivals, the House of Samurai dance crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke meets a girl named Natalie at his club and quickly takes notice of her dancing abilities, enlisting her to become part of his crew and hoping her talent can bring them to victory. However, he is unaware of Natalie's true motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose found his time to be increasingly tighter as he had to choose between studies and dance many times, including once when his test clashes with a dance competition. He decides to go for the test, but upon seeing the test paper and receiving an angry message from Luke, he decides to ditch the test and rushes to the competition in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and Natalie become increasingly close as the movie progresses. They share many intimate moments, such as standing above an air vent and blowing "slurpee bubbles" and also Luke explaining his true intentions with his recordings - he wants to start a course using his own dance interviews. Yet, Natalie is hiding the fact that her brother is Julian from the enemy House of Samurai and lies about everything but the love connection between her and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie faces a hard decision torn between her love and her family. She decides to leave Luke. However, Julian uses her phone to send an invitation to Luke for her birthday party. Luke went in search for Natalie, and while they were having an intimate moment Julian takes the chance to appear. Natalie's identity is then revealed to Luke by Julian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose and Camille are best friends but Moose doesn't seem to see that Camille is in love with him. The two fall out during the film because Moose lies to Camille about dancing and she feels like he can't talk to her anymore. Camille feels that Moose doesn't have time for her anymore and tells him she misses him and feels like he doesn't miss her at all. Moose tells Camille that he misses dancing but misses her more and that she is his best friend in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two make up on NYC streets by dancing to a remix of Gene Kelly and Ginger Rogers. Camille tells Moose that he can never give up dancing as he was born to do it. Moose then helps out Luke by giving him additional members for his crew including Camille and The MSA Crew from Step Up 2: The Streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie helps Luke to win the World Jam at the end with the routine they had practiced in the past. She invites him to come with her to California, which he does at the end of the film, meeting her at the train station and kissing her. Following this, Moose kisses Camille, showing her he really does like her. Before leaving for California with Natalie, Luke gives Moose a pair of Limited Edition Gun Metal Nike Dunks which he saw at the beginning of the film with Camille on NYU Campus. The film ends with Moose and Camille saying 'Lets Party People' to the crew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance and forget that we're once miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89TLbK6o-og?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/89TLbK6o-og?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-1068564671622466907?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/1068564671622466907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=1068564671622466907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1068564671622466907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1068564671622466907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-definition-of-hauntingly-awesome.html' title='A true definition of hauntingly awesome.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-1618419715685274394</id><published>2010-08-31T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:27:28.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much drama so early in the morning.</title><content type='html'>People may be smiling and laughing, making jokes throughout the day but have you ever wonder the burden and skeletons they've been carrying behind those happy smiles? *why la Zafirah becomes so emo early in the morning?* Yea she's emo alright. She's miserable. She's devastated. When you summarize it into one word you can say that basically Zafirah is being dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she needs time to heal. Please give her time. Because right now she really doesn't know what to do. And she chooses to stay miserable for a while. She thought things are gonna be different but she was wrong. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, have fun everyone. Don't be as miserable as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-1618419715685274394?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/1618419715685274394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=1618419715685274394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1618419715685274394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1618419715685274394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-drama-so-early-in-morning.html' title='So much drama so early in the morning.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-9100424875112985855</id><published>2010-08-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:42:58.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always the "Why"</title><content type='html'>Let's ask the question 'why'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why do I hate rain?&lt;br /&gt;Easy. Rain makes me feel gloomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why do I like Barney Stinson? &lt;br /&gt;Damn easy la. He's funny and spontaneous. You always get extra points for being spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why do I hate you? &lt;br /&gt;Easy ma. Because you are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why do I easily get cranky at times?&lt;br /&gt;How should I know? Maybe the period thingy la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why do they called me 'Chel'?&lt;br /&gt;Because I love Michelle Branch so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Why do I become a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Because mommy and daddy asked me to. So what? I'm trying to be honest here. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Why do I like singing?&lt;br /&gt;Sebab suara I sangat sedap. It's true kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Why am I always kalut if things are not done STAT?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll get heart attack if work is not done STAT and properly. Haha. That's why la Agila called me 'kalut-ish'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Why do I wanna go far away and disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Because life kinda sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Why do I loveeeeeee shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Because I like to waste money. So what? It's mine kan? Haha. No la. Shopping is kinda like a therapy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Why do I always ask, "Handsome or nottt?"&lt;br /&gt;Simply la wanna cuci mata. Why? Tak boleh ke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. Don't be miserable like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-9100424875112985855?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/9100424875112985855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=9100424875112985855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/9100424875112985855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/9100424875112985855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-always-why.html' title='It&apos;s always the &quot;Why&quot;'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2142190254031010380</id><published>2010-08-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:11:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What and where would I be if I was not a doctor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TGSbw7q-spI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8VQEcIiELIQ/s1600/Converse_All_Stars_by_Cristiano_Connect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TGSbw7q-spI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8VQEcIiELIQ/s320/Converse_All_Stars_by_Cristiano_Connect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504695909507576466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play some games. What and where would I be if I was not a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I would be a kindergarten teacher somewhere but here. Hehe. I love kids. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I would go backpacking the whole year with someone I loved. Cewah. I know this part sounds so sappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I would open a boutique or bakery or something. Siapa cakap I tak pandai jahit and bake? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I would not live here definitely. I would go somewhere far where no one knows I existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I would be a writer. Yes this is so far the most honest answer I've given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I would be a CSI. This is the 2nd most honest answer. Hehe. For those who don't know, I was a forensic science student in USM before I got stuck in medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I would not be miserable as I am right now. :( I mean I enjoy work and everything but it is just too tiring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I would get married and stop giving silly remarks about being single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I would go bungee jumping just to feel the adrenaline rush. I don't have time for these things, you know? I mean right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I would still be me. Hardcore. Rugged. Kasar. Garang. Or whatever you wanna call me. I just can't be someone that I am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound so regretful and miserable right now. Sometimes I am. There's no use of denying it. Yes, I have regrets at times. But I shouldn't be looking back when I am trying to move forward, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2142190254031010380?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2142190254031010380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2142190254031010380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2142190254031010380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2142190254031010380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-and-where-would-i-be-if-i-was-not.html' title='What and where would I be if I was not a doctor?'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TGSbw7q-spI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8VQEcIiELIQ/s72-c/Converse_All_Stars_by_Cristiano_Connect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2444330742047577069</id><published>2010-08-11T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:50:17.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaginas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TGNE98fgjsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4tCY5A6XvGY/s1600/WestinLangkawi1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TGNE98fgjsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4tCY5A6XvGY/s320/WestinLangkawi1b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504319000577871554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd day of Ramadhan and also the 2nd day of my leave. The sad part is I'm sick. Mungkin itulah hikmah di sebalik kejadian. Batuk yang teruk. Ala, sikit je tu Zafirah. Takkan tak boleh tahan kot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Obstetrics and Gynaecology posting now. The so-called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;horrible, miserable, extend-able and expensive&lt;/span&gt; posting of all. Feel like laughing now. It's not as bad as it sounds, you know? Sebab tu kita jangan percaya apa orang cakap selagi kita tak laluinya. I'm in my fourth month currently. And O&amp;G is definitely the total opposite of what people described it. The working environment is so fun and I learn a lot while I'm in O&amp;G. Not just medically but spiritually especially friendship wise. It kinda makes me a matured person. Cewah! I actually end up to like O&amp;G. The truth is O&amp;G was my least favourite subject in medical school because I seriously don't like vaginas and stuff. Lol. But things changed, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Langkawi Hospital in 2 days time anyway for 2 weeks with my new best friend, Frieda Pinto! Hehe. Wish both us luck, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;I need to go mandi, now. Cherio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2444330742047577069?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2444330742047577069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2444330742047577069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2444330742047577069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2444330742047577069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/08/vaginas.html' title='Vaginas.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/TGNE98fgjsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4tCY5A6XvGY/s72-c/WestinLangkawi1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6015277345737547010</id><published>2010-07-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:30:45.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha darlings.</title><content type='html'>So long never write here. Did you miss me? I've been busy with life nowadays. Haih. Some more don't know what to write. *actually got a lot of things to tell but feel so malas nak karang ayat* Maybe in 1 or 2 days I'll update again. Cherio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6015277345737547010?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6015277345737547010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6015277345737547010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6015277345737547010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6015277345737547010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/07/aloha-darlings.html' title='Aloha darlings.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-136134818273660721</id><published>2010-04-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:08:18.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q: Bila nak kawin? A: Jomlah kawin dengan saya.</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been such a long time since my last post. A lot of things have happened. But the most important is I've completed my surgical training. Hehe. And right now I'm still in my bed curling up under my comforter at home. What a way to start the day, huh? But the truth is, I'm starting to miss surgery already! I've had my ups and downs there. Not every day was a fine day but I still miss it. They keep on saying I feel that way because surgical is my 1st posting. "Biasalah Wei. Hang akan rasa sayang nak tinggal 1st posting." Well, is it? I know I'm not the most competent HO of the year but I really enjoyed my time in surgery despite the long hours of torture. Thanks to all Senior Consultants,Specialists, MOs and HOs yang sangat helpful. Lol. Sampai pernah nangis buat HO punya rosters, okay?! So embarrassing! So, I've decided to go to OnG. The second most stressful-selalu kena marah posting as they say. Whatevs. Just wanna get it over with. Enough rambling about work, I guess.                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next let's talk about kahwin. Not that I'm getting married soon or anything. It's just that I've been shot with this question almost everyday for the past 4 months. An example last week when I was on call with my MO, "Zafira, why you still don't have boyfriend ah? When are you getting married?" The worst shot was last 2 weeks. "Rajin maa. Some more single tak kawin lagi. So she has nothing to do at home. Better spend time with us." Ahhhh. Bencinya. Haha. Let me give you another good-scary-irritating-he has a point example. "Wei, bila hang nak kawin? Nak tunggu umur 30 tahun? Time tu hang takkan masuk mana-mana list. Not even in my list." Damn. Why does everyone have to do like that? Can't you guys just see that I'm not ready yet? I have goals to achieve before I get married. Sort of list of things to do before I end my single life. Lol. I even turned down a marriage proposal from a cardiologist, you know. *winkwink* No kidding. Haha. Anyway, the point here is when the time comes and the right person is there then it will happen. Otherwise I'll just have to wait. So no need to worry, okay? Jodoh pertemuan semua di tangan tuhan. Belum 29 pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll end my post today with my 5 things to achieve before I get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to Sabah as a single woman and use my own money to travel - DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Go to US as a single woman and use my own money to travel - money is still not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Go bungee jumping as a single woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy a Murano before I get married - can I? seems like a long way to go. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ride a bicycle satu alor star la at least as a single woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ada banyak lagi crazy stuff to do in my list but don't wanna end up being ANDARTU so I'll just stop here. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-136134818273660721?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/136134818273660721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=136134818273660721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/136134818273660721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/136134818273660721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/04/q-bila-nak-kawin-jomlah-kawin-dengan.html' title='Q: Bila nak kawin? A: Jomlah kawin dengan saya.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4692259814218903779</id><published>2010-02-04T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:45:17.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selesema tak lega lagi.</title><content type='html'>Today's entry is in bullet numbering because I have so many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wah. So long never see the daylight! Haha. I just realized that when I was waiting for my Dad to pick me up at the hospital. Mana tak nya. We go to work at 5.30 and balik selalunya around 7.30 to 8 pm. Semenjak kena berleter memang selalu balik lambat. Hahaha. HO ramai sangat pun susah kan? Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Anyway, esok I start cuti sampai 8 February. Yeay! Jangan jealous ya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Yesterday I had a conversation with a fellow surgical HO who's also a 1st poster like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: Apa perasaan jadi HO eh? Hang 1st poster kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr J: Hmmm. Ok je la. Mula-mula tu aku memang ada rasa nak quit jugak. Surgical memang tough especially kalau kita asyik blur-blur. Hehe. Tapi sekarang dah okay. Aku kan tinggal sehari je lagi kat sini. Last-last baru rasa okay tapi aku nak ciao dah. So macam sayang la kalau asyik blur awal-awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: Tu la yang aku rasa skang. Blur and asyik rasa nak quit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr J: Rileks la. Biasa la tu. Tapi jgn la quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued talking about Empire State of Mind and Alicia Keys sambil mendilute chemo drugs. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Actually I ni post call. So tadi tertido awal around 8 something and terbangun around 3 am. Talking about on call, semalam I berjangkit penyakit jonah from my handsome MO. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Today was my last day in 3C. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I don't wanna go to other wards. I'm getting used to 3C already. Walaupun asyik kena marah, tapi sangat seronok di 3C. Sob sob. Belajar banyak benda kalau kat acute wards. Kan best kalau the whole 4 months bole duduk 3C. Please big bosses? Tapi jangan la extend I sebab duduk 1 ward ja. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ah 1 more thing. They want me to be the Housemen Captain. .......................... Kerja dalam ward pun I pening. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tadi I berjaya cakap thru the phone dengan another handsome doc. Dengar suara sekali pun dah kenal. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4692259814218903779?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4692259814218903779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4692259814218903779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4692259814218903779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4692259814218903779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/02/selesema-tak-lega-lagi.html' title='Selesema tak lega lagi.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2100784199589746058</id><published>2010-01-23T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T05:11:58.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya semakin laju.</title><content type='html'>Pencapaian terbaik sepanjang minggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Berjaya scrubbed, gowned and gloved before specialist did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya semakin laju. Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2100784199589746058?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2100784199589746058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2100784199589746058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2100784199589746058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2100784199589746058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-semakin-laju.html' title='Saya semakin laju.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3895032042848301745</id><published>2010-01-20T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:45:48.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A case study of low urine output among taggers.</title><content type='html'>Life is just so so right now. I wake up at 5 every morning. Practice my driving skills on the way to work. I arrive at my work station around 530 to 545. We do rounds with big bosses around 715 till 8 something. Then we do ward work. Go get some brunch so that we won't be hungry later. We get back to the ward and finish up all the ward work and do pm review. We do rounds again at 3pm. Usually up till 5. Then do on call review. I cover my bed as I'm still a tagger. Wait for boss to come and do on call rounds. Finish rounds by 9 or 10. Then get the ward work done. The first week we went back at 12. But now, as a preventive measure before we turn to zombies we decided to go home a bit early around 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do as many DRE as you can&lt;br /&gt;2) If you wanna keep the blood tube pls label your patient's name&lt;br /&gt;3) Consult your senior if you're unsure of something&lt;br /&gt;4) Chill Zafirah chill&lt;br /&gt;5) Post op patient care mesti lagi mau mantap. Jangan lupa check semua benda yang dah diajar&lt;br /&gt;6) Pls be alert&lt;br /&gt;7) Get it done FAST. If you're slow then you're dead. It's an acute ward for god's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long. Good nite. Having flu la pulak. So rugi tak bole assist colorectal team and thyroid team. Cis. Nevermind, esok masih ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Jangan emo-emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3895032042848301745?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3895032042848301745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3895032042848301745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3895032042848301745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3895032042848301745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/01/case-study-of-low-urine-output-among.html' title='A case study of low urine output among taggers.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-450129232955353791</id><published>2010-01-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:20:04.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Damn. Hari Sabtu kene keje"</title><content type='html'>Not to offend anyone but seriously I feel like puking every time I log on to my FB account and see this kind of status updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn.. Hari Sabtu kena kerja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bosannye kene keje on Saturday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaaaaaaa.. I'm still in the office. It's already 8 pm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm stuck in the office at 6 pm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFH? For god's sake you work in an office. You go to work at 8 and sometimes probably at 9 am. You go back home at 5 the most. Some of them even get off early at 4 or 430 pm. It's just one extra day. So what's with the annoying rant? It's just one more extra hour. So what's with the irritating complaint? As far as I'm concern people who work extra hours can claim overtime. Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain next time, imagine those who have to work from 6am to 12 am 7 days a week. Imagine those who have to work for 36 hours straight. There's no such term as weekend for them. They don't get off day (maybe once in a while). They have to apply for holidays which they don't even know when they can take. So much for working on Saturday. Pirah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-450129232955353791?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/450129232955353791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=450129232955353791' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/450129232955353791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/450129232955353791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-hari-sabtu-kene-keje.html' title='&quot;Damn. Hari Sabtu kene keje&quot;'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7016022692248875337</id><published>2010-01-03T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:42:26.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues and My Dream.</title><content type='html'>My first day at work went on smoothly because it was only registration and taklimat. Hoho. For the 1st 2 days I'm gonna have my blood bank posting. And if I'm lucky maybe ICT class on Wednesday. Biasalah kan almost paperless hospital. Banyak kena belajar pasal nak guna komputer ni. Tagging officially akan start on Thursday. As I've mentioned earlier, everything went on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the blues. I don't know. Maybe I miss my friends too much. Perhaps I'm scared to start working. Or maybe, just maybe because of the hormones. Haih. I hope this adaptation phase jalan laju-laju sikitttttttt. Ni lah perasaan bila mula-mula sampai India dulu. Oh, I so don't like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun working everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7016022692248875337?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7016022692248875337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7016022692248875337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7016022692248875337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7016022692248875337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2010/01/blues-and-my-dream.html' title='The Blues and My Dream.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2874630110620150602</id><published>2009-12-31T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:44:32.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sz1vgw_pOaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xRTn-4xZmMM/s1600-h/Kantoi+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sz1vgw_pOaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xRTn-4xZmMM/s320/Kantoi+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421612135122287010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a present from BCL youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sz1vDFJx2sI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rM3J_2J2smo/s1600-h/kantoi+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sz1vDFJx2sI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rM3J_2J2smo/s320/kantoi+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611625137429186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klik di gambar for larger image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm done with induction. Induction was great. Having fun with everyone and enjoying our last days before we start working was really overwhelming. I got a chance to sing for my batch mates jugak. Haha. I was so not ready and thank god nothing unwanted happened. But I'm glad that Vino, Ram and Kana pushed me to go up to the stage. Like really really paksa, okay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will start working on Sunday at Hospital Sultanah Bahiyah. My first choice! Sangat happy bila tengok atas letter tu tulis anda ditempatkan di Hospital Sultanah Bahiyah. Hehe. Sebab HSB sangat dekat dengan rumah dan saya boleh tinggal di rumah dan kumpul duit. ^^ Lagipun, for the 1st 2 years ni life sangat hectic so duduk rumah je lah sebab nak biasakan diri dulu. Maybe after 2 years boleh apply Sabah. Just Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam tahun baru I? Betul-betul nak tau ke? Ok fine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Menjadi HO yang safe and competent. Dan juga penyabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tidak mahu complain banyak sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mahu mengumpul duit. (maksudnya kena less time untuk shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I nak pegi US (meaning kena bukak tabung US seperti kata Nenek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sajalah. Actually ada banyak lagi. Tapi nanti penat pulak nak baca. Biarlah simpan dalam otak I yang bergeliga ni saja. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2874630110620150602?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2874630110620150602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2874630110620150602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2874630110620150602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2874630110620150602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-2010.html' title='New Year 2010'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sz1vgw_pOaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xRTn-4xZmMM/s72-c/Kantoi+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5280919580239497578</id><published>2009-12-29T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:00:26.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibu dan Anak.</title><content type='html'>Sekarang ni I berada di Klang. Atau lebih tepat lagi di Hotel Goldcourse, Klang. Sebuah hotel yang buruk di luar tapi di dalam boleh tahanlah. *by the way, badan I kena hama*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni bukan nak tulis pasal induction. Laterlah, bila dah habis. I nak tulis pasal conversation yang I dengar ketika menaiki komuter dari Batang Benar ke KL Sentral. Perbualan antara seorang ibu dan anak. Ibu seorang yang middle-aged dan anak pula merupakan seorang pelajar di pusat pengajian persediaan sebelum ke luar negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak dinafikan si anak ialah seorang yang bijak pandai dan si ibu pula, well si ibu pula pada pandang pertama kelihatan seperti seorang ibu yang bertanggungjawab dan penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom ikuti perbualan mereka.. (dan jangan terkejut dengan kata ganti diri yang mereka gunakan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anak: Aku respek la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kawan aku tu. Die tak penah tinggal semayang sume. Memang 5 waktu takkan tinggal punye la. Aku ni lain la. Smoking. Heineken lagi. Hahaha. Cane nak jadi pandai cam die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Haha. Kau memang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Ade kawan aku sorang ni lak style yang memang tak kisah tau. Kau tau ape die cakap kat kitorg bile die balik dari Jepun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Ape die bitau kau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Die cakap, "Aku gi sane memang makan je babi babi ni." Gile la siap mengaku tu. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Haha. Memang straightforward la kawan kau ni. Aah la kan. Sape leh tahan duduk negara luar. Mesti nak makan jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Itu la pasal. Tapi ade sorang kawan aku ni yang aku tak tahan. Memang alim la. Selalu stay up sampai pukul 2 sume. Lepas study je mesti nak pasang ayat-ayat Quran. Eyy, dah la aku nak tido. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Hmmm macam tu pun ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar untuk renungan. Buat pengetahuan anda, mereka berdua beragama Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5280919580239497578?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5280919580239497578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5280919580239497578' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5280919580239497578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5280919580239497578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/ibu-dan-anak.html' title='Ibu dan Anak.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4869773181556528078</id><published>2009-12-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:39:01.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sy7tsJcFEyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hT6EqYzZ-Ko/s1600-h/partner20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sy7tsJcFEyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hT6EqYzZ-Ko/s320/partner20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417528744477004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey you, bila you nak balik from your army training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (mulai sekarang I guna kata ganti diri I sebab senang nak type) mimpikan orang yang sama lagi. Haha. Bosan gila. Sebenarnya dah lama asyik mimpikan orang yang sama ni. Bukanlah setiap malam or every time I sleep tapi boleh dikatakan every 2 or 3 days. Mimpi yang simple-simple. Kadang-kadang dia jadi baik. Sometimes he was the bad guy *see, he's a he*. Hantu pun pernah ada. I've mentioned before yang I selalu mimpi hantu juga. Not that scary. Biasa saja. I know, right? Gila belagak. Haha. Next time I cerita hantu pula. Best ni kalau ada session cerita hantu dengan kawan-kawan I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sekarang ni I dah penatlah. Nak jugak mimpi jumpa Dean Winchester, Liam, Chuck Bass, Attorney Lee atau Detective Don Flack. Bosan la asyik mimpi orang ni. Bukannya best pun. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I nak juga tau kenapa I asyik mimpi jumpa orang yang sama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4869773181556528078?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4869773181556528078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4869773181556528078' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4869773181556528078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4869773181556528078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-person.html' title='That person.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sy7tsJcFEyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hT6EqYzZ-Ko/s72-c/partner20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2281253968934511822</id><published>2009-12-18T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:56:41.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hips don't lie.</title><content type='html'>Latest news. I have 17 pairs of pants (judge me all you want). Within 3 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 5 pairs fit my hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true when they say hips don't lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2281253968934511822?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2281253968934511822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2281253968934511822' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2281253968934511822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2281253968934511822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/hips-dont-lie.html' title='Hips don&apos;t lie.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-381576315855288171</id><published>2009-12-16T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:32:29.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and fish have something in common.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Symb1djsgyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6-8LjwdrLJc/s1600-h/jessica_stroup_silver_90210_style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Symb1djsgyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6-8LjwdrLJc/s320/jessica_stroup_silver_90210_style.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416031369659450146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a proof of how jobless I am right now. I'm able to update my blog almost everyday writing whatever stuff I want to. Whatever nonsense I think that should be blurted out. Whatever things that I think people would read. I used to think that blogging is stupid and a waste of time. Right back at ya! *mesti ada orang tengah cakap macam ni dekat I*. Ok, whatever. Like I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 days I've had a chance to watch the latest episodes of Gossip Girl and 90210. Two of the series I've been following during my splendid holidays. Most of you must be thinking, "Ahhh. Budak ni suka tengok GG and 90210. I see. I see. Sebab ada lelaki handsome? Gossip?" Half of your assumption is true. I won't refute. Who could resist Chuck Bass and Liam? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me glued every week is the clothes they wear. The make up they put on. The accessories they're clutching. So, in one word that would be called as FASHION! Just so we're clear, I'm not that of a fashionable girl or anything like that. But who doesn't love to see the latest season of Prada's purse in front of your eyes? Who doesn't like to spot the new sets of jewelery by Chanel dangling it makes you wanna work harder for 'em? Everyone does. If you don't, then maybe we're not wearing the same shoe-size 6 by Jimmy Choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and fish are effortlessly attracted to shiny objects*. It' true. Women love to stare at diamonds. They want diamond rings for their engagement and wedding day. They ask for diamond bracelets for their birthdays. They sulk the whole week if the husbands couldn't get the exact diamond bracelets they desire. They wish for diamond necklaces for their anniversaries. They don't cook for 3 days at least if they couldn't get 'em. Oh, how typical. But what is so wrong about being a typical woman once in a while? Don't get me wrong. I'm not that kinda girl who would ask the husband for everything. I prefer to buy them with my own earnings. Wouldn't that be more of an achievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbags, purses, shoes and outfits are a woman's best friends during good and bad times. Take this woman for example. She wears Rebecca Minkoff's handbag, stilettos by Manolo Blahnik, outfit by Gucci, earrings by Alexander McQueen, bracelet by Kate Spade, necklace by Chanel, ring by D&amp;amp;G,wrist watch by DKNY and perfume by Marc Jacobs. A complete set for a very fashionable and fabulous looking woman waiting for her lover in a restaurant for dinner. That would be the happiest moment in her life because the lover is gonna propose to her in about half hour. Now take this lady for instance, she wears the exact same stuff like the first lady but her fate is a bit different. She was about to be broken-hearted when she found out that the husband is cheating on her. But WTH, she still looks good. For her, he is always replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you get me now when I say Gossip Girl and 90210 are really driving me crazy? I wish I had lots of money because that is my only problem right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How I Met Your Mother Season 1, Okay Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-381576315855288171?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/381576315855288171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=381576315855288171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/381576315855288171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/381576315855288171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-and-fish-have-something-in-common.html' title='Women and fish have something in common.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Symb1djsgyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6-8LjwdrLJc/s72-c/jessica_stroup_silver_90210_style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6827587915833437634</id><published>2009-12-15T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:01:44.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Abang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhokAuREzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hN8aF_Kddio/s1600-h/adabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhokAuREzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hN8aF_Kddio/s320/adabi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415693519791657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhnZV2POOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3SNph3L80zA/s1600-h/abg+n+kak+siti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhnZV2POOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3SNph3L80zA/s320/abg+n+kak+siti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415692236972046562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhnPCjQc4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/x6DM2gVMw_s/s1600-h/kak+siti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhnPCjQc4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/x6DM2gVMw_s/s320/kak+siti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415692059993469826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhnEHcKKyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PKyweXjKxpk/s1600-h/12143_1289354400409_1426689501_851541_1979927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhnEHcKKyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PKyweXjKxpk/s320/12143_1289354400409_1426689501_851541_1979927_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415691872327314210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang cuti ni memang banyak undangan perkahwinan. Dan yang paling I tak sangka ialah bila abang sepupu I decided untuk kahwin *sebab dia pernah cakap tak mau kawin*. Apa pun, tahniah untuk Abang and Kak Siti. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majlis akad nikah Abang and Kak Siti telah berlangsung di Kuala Kangsar on 4th December 2009 pukul 9 malam kot *I really lost track of time* di masjid yang hanya walking distance dari rumah Kak Siti *mencabar gila jalan nak pegi rumah Kak Siti*. Diorang selamat bergelar suami isteri dengan dua lafaz *second time tu just nak make sure, bak kata Tok Kadi*. Cuma yang kelakarnya Abang tak menyahut bila Tok Kadi panggil nama. Haha. I didn't even know yang pengantin lelaki kena jawab, "Ya, saya." bila Tok Kadi panggil nama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majlis reception di Kuala Kangsar berjalan keesokan harinya. Semua family sebelah lelaki berkumpul di hotel untuk memulakan perjalanan ke rumah Kak Siti. It was more like a family reunion. Dah lama tak jumpa semua orang. Especially Kaksu yang baru balik from Melbourne for her holiday. It was a memorable day *yea, family sebelah Mama memang jarang ada gathering sebab everyone selalu busy*. Kenduri di Perak memang traditional wedding. Masak dalam kawah semua u. Makanan sangatttt sedap *duduk kat meja pengantin makan best gila*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception pihak lelaki diadakan di rumah Uncle abang kat Kandai. First time I pegi Kandai. Jauh rupanya dari Alor Star. Haha. Ini pun memang malay traditional wedding. Yang bestnya kat sini ada DJ yang rajin melayan tetamu dan buat annoucement untuk tepung tawar. Sekali lagi I duduk kat meja pengantin *muka memang tak malu*. Makanan pun sedap! Duduk kat kenduri from 1pm sampai 5pm. Haha. Sebab Mama kena banyak layan tetamu. I pun apa lagi, ulang makan berkali-kali la. Hoho. Semuanya berjalan lancar. Itu yang penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah sekali lagi untuk Kak Siti and Abang! Jangan lupa balik Kedah selalu yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6827587915833437634?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6827587915833437634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6827587915833437634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6827587915833437634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6827587915833437634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/congratulations-abang.html' title='Congratulations, Abang!'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyhokAuREzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hN8aF_Kddio/s72-c/adabi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2742768273959246988</id><published>2009-12-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:14:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aksi budak umur 14 tahun.</title><content type='html'>KUALA LIPIS: Lakonan 'terlampau' seorang pelajar berusia 14 tahun melakukan hubungan seks dengan lima lelaki terbongkar apabila ahli keluarganya melihat aksinya yang dirakam dalam telefon bimbit miliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rakaman itu, gadis terbabit yang bersekolah menengah di sini, dilihat melakukan hubungan seks dengan lima lelaki berusia dalam lingkungan 20-an secara bergilir-gilir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbuatannya diketahui ahli keluarganya selepas seorang daripadanya memeriksa fail gambar dalam telefon bimbit gadis berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Ketua Polis Daerah, Superintendan Abdul Razak Hassan, berkata keluarga terbabit sudah membuat laporan polis di Balai Polis Merapoh, dekat sini, semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Katanya, pihaknya akan melakukan penelitian dan memeriksa rakaman itu bagi memastikan kesahihannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Berikutan itu, katanya polis menubuhkan pasukan khas untuk mengesan lima lelaki terbabit. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;!--start pix2--&gt;                         &lt;!--end pix2--&gt;      &lt;p&gt;    "Polis akan menjalankan siasatan berhubung kejadian itu  mengikut Seksyen 376 Kanun Keseksaan," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau berkata, berdasarkan laporan yang diterima, bapa gadis itu dimaklumkan mengenai kejadian itu oleh ahli keluarganya yang kemudian memperlihatkan rakaman aksi berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Katanya, gadis itu membuat pengakuan terbabit dalam rakaman itu selepas beberapa kali didesak bapanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Yang bodoh sangat amik gambar tu apa hal? Hahahaha. Maybe nak buat porn movie kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOURCE: BERITA HARIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2742768273959246988?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2742768273959246988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2742768273959246988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2742768273959246988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2742768273959246988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/aksi-budak-umur-14-tahun.html' title='Aksi budak umur 14 tahun.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2737410475796956730</id><published>2009-12-14T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:50:05.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I benci Facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SybnI7Ei2YI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h_U7m-qUwj0/s1600-h/facebook_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SybnI7Ei2YI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h_U7m-qUwj0/s320/facebook_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415269742441322882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang benci nak buka Facebook! What? Why? What happened? Biasalah mesti ada orang tanya macam tu. Eh, perasan pulak. Ada ke orang nak tanya? Mesti ada kan? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I benci sebab dalam Facebook I ada orang suka post something yang selalunya akan mengapi-apikan orang. Alah, dalam Malaysia ni apa lagi yang boleh buat manusia bertelagah selain masalah berebut boyfriend atau harta, sudah tentunya POLITIK. Hoho (curi gelak best friend I, Tot Si Budak Kecik Pendek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah seorang makhluk ni hampir setiap hari akan post article berkaitan dengan politik. And semuanya berbentuk complaint. Itu tak puas hati. Ini tak puas hati. Sana sini tak puas hati. Haihhh. Orang lain pun macam biasalah. Manusia mana tak suka berita sensasi? Manusia mana tak suka benda hot? Manusia mana tak suka benda yang mengasak-asak orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalunya tak sampai beberapa minit dia mengepos artikel, akan datang mencurah-curah komen daripada orang lain yang berbentuk tomahan, kutukan dan ketidak puasan hati. F word, S word, D word MF word semua ada. Lengkap! Kalau nak discuss benda politik ni please-lah buka forum sendiri. Saja konon nak test kesabaran orang lain. Tau sangatlah apa reason post macam tu. Nak suruh semua orang gaduh. Buat apa nak gaduh-gaduh, 1Malaysia kan? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimas I tengok. Apa yang tak puas hati sangat pun tak tahulah. Buat menyemak Facebook I je. Teringin je nak hide. Tapi nanti tak tau gossip pulak. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JANGAN COMPLAIN BANYAK SANGAT"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2737410475796956730?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2737410475796956730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2737410475796956730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2737410475796956730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2737410475796956730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-benci-facebook.html' title='I benci Facebook.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SybnI7Ei2YI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h_U7m-qUwj0/s72-c/facebook_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7654345080800225251</id><published>2009-12-13T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:19:45.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared and I'm not going to deny it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyWuxqMI7RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2guJxI337Rs/s1600-h/scared.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyWuxqMI7RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2guJxI337Rs/s320/scared.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414926295144918290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received my induction letter yesterday. I know a bit lambat than everyone else. Alah, kalau dapat awal pun bukan boleh pegi induction sekarang. So, jangan kecoh-kecoh okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The induction or translated into more formal words 'Kursus Induksi dan Kenegaraan' will be held at Goldcourse Hotel in Klang. According to one of my friends, it is the most rundown place in Klang Valley. Hoho. A bit cheapskate but it's okay. At least ada orang nak bagi kerja, kan? So I decided not to complain so much since 'Jangan Complain Banyak Sangat' would be my new year's motto. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the induction letter I became more excited to start working. It would be because of the money. As I stated at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://thegirlwhohatesstrawberries.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog, the pride of being a mata duitan has always been in me since the day I was born. Well, I kinda lied. Haha. Maybe I'm a bit mata duitan. Not totally. But the reason I think of money and money and money is that I am really trying hard to cancel out the STRESS. The stress of working for long hours. The stress of getting scolded by the specialist. The stress of being bullied by everyone. The stress of not being able to handle things. OMG. I'm so scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mom used to say, "Memang takut. Sebab tu selalu kena mintak doa dengan Allah." Whatever you do. Whatever you got yourself into. Whatever is coming to you. Semua datang dari Allah. So, sama-samalah kita berdoa semoga semuanya selamat dan berjalan dengan lancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone. May we be the best and competent doctors ever! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7654345080800225251?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7654345080800225251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7654345080800225251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7654345080800225251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7654345080800225251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-scared-and-im-not-going-to-deny-it.html' title='I&apos;m scared and I&apos;m not going to deny it.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SyWuxqMI7RI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2guJxI337Rs/s72-c/scared.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-1335710767362784594</id><published>2009-12-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:54:14.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question.</title><content type='html'>She is a nearly-24-year-old Malay lady, a soon-to-be-licensed-doctor* (basically she's jobless right now), owns a Kembara 4WD atas ehsan ibu bapa, owns a laptop juga atas ehsan FAMA, her bank account is almost zero, she lives off her parents, she doesn't have a boyfriend, let alone a husband, she spends her time reading novels, writing on her blog, playing with her cats, kemas rumah once in a while, watching series and movies and having a cat fight with her younger sister, everyday she dreams of her wedding day with only one hantaran from the guy of her dream with 3 keys on it**, and also everyday people will ask her when is she going to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her all-time favorite answer for this kind of question would be, "Selagi tak dapat Murano sendiri tunggulah dulu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the solution then she won't be getting married for the next 3-5 years at least. So please stop bugging her with the question. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MMC belum hantar my temporary license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**3 keys: 1 for my murano, 1 for my glass house and 1 more I forgot, seriously. Haha. Kena tanya Nenek semula. Maybe dia ingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got this from one of my best buddies' status on Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Read &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://kambingdesu.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-is-round.html"&gt;hers&lt;/a&gt; also, she feels the same way as I do. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-1335710767362784594?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/1335710767362784594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=1335710767362784594' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1335710767362784594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1335710767362784594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/question.html' title='The Question.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7584635510067733589</id><published>2009-12-07T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:08:27.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buah kiwi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sx0lAElqO2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/AuE4lXm7Lmo/s1600-h/kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sx0lAElqO2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/AuE4lXm7Lmo/s320/kiwi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412523010331130722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwifruit. Kiwi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actinidia deliciosa. &lt;/span&gt;Chinese gooseberry. Kulitnya berwarna perang yang sangat membosankan. Sekilas pandang nampak tidak menyelerakan. Tetapi setelah dikupas, isinya yang berwarna hijau terang bersama kumpulan biji-biji kecil hitam membuatkan kiwi sangat menarik untuk dimakan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi sangat kaya dengan Vitamin C. Semua orang tau tentang itu. Kiwi juga mengandungi Vitamin A dan E. Kandungan potassium kiwi hanya sedikit kurang berbanding buah pisang. Kiwi juga merupakan anti-oxidant yang sangat bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi mentah mempunyai sejenis enzyme bernama actinidin. Selalunya enzyme ini digunakan secara commercial sebagai meat tenderizer. Enzyme ini juga boleh menjadi allergen untuk sesetengah orang. Orang-orang yang allergic kepada latex, papaya dan pineapple berkemungkinan besar akan turut alah kepada kiwi. So be careful, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan saya menulis tentang kiwi ni sebenarnya nak beritahu tips senang untuk kita pakai mask muka tanpa membazir duit. Senang saja caranya. Ambil sebiji kiwi dan hancurkan isinya (kalau pemalas, guna blender). Lepas tu terus letak dekat muka. Kita akan rasa pedih sikit sebab organic acid dalam kiwi sedang busy bekerja. Wait for about 15-20 minutes lepas tu basuh macam biasa. Senang gila. Tak payah membazir beli mask lagi dah. Senang kan? Apa faedahnya pakai masker kiwi ni? Haaa. Kalau kita letak kiwi ni kat muka kiwi dapat membantu membersihkan kulit dan mengecilkan liang pori yang terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya ada banyak lagi cara-cara nak buat facial mask ni daripada kiwi untuk pelbagai jenis kulit. Semua ni saya dapat daripada Majalah Remaja. Terlampau bosan waktu cuti so baca sajalah. Bukan I yang beli, okay? Adik I punya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Wikipedia and Remaja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7584635510067733589?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7584635510067733589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7584635510067733589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7584635510067733589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7584635510067733589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/buah-kiwi.html' title='Buah kiwi.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sx0lAElqO2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/AuE4lXm7Lmo/s72-c/kiwi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2097509022843841917</id><published>2009-12-06T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:46:26.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>Fuh. I spent the whole morning updating and redecorating my blog. So, here goes the end result. I think this new layout is simple and neat. Hehe. It is called the 'Cellar Heat'. Brought to bloggers by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.evaneckard.com/"&gt;EvanEckard &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/"&gt;Smashing Magazine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2097509022843841917?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2097509022843841917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2097509022843841917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2097509022843841917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2097509022843841917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5475865173494887647</id><published>2009-12-05T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:57:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan harap I nak bagi you bawak handbag I yang mahal ni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxskp8PeokI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8UpJAEa6YXY/s1600-h/gyweneth-paltrow-tods-spring-summer-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxskp8PeokI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8UpJAEa6YXY/s320/gyweneth-paltrow-tods-spring-summer-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411959680180068930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SxskhIOwLhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/toN6bLfqCvs/s1600-h/Tods-medium-shoulder-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SxskhIOwLhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/toN6bLfqCvs/s320/Tods-medium-shoulder-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411959528779427346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JANGAN HARAP I NAK BAGI U BAWAK BEG I YANG MAHAL NI *muka belagak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this thing stupid. And &lt;strike&gt;yes offence&lt;/strike&gt; for those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang terasa&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever bumped into a couple walking by and you saw the boyfriend carrying the girlfriend's handbag and you felt like throwing up there and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why would any boyfriend do such thing? Is he trying to be romantic and caring? That is completely wrong, dude! You look so ugly holding your girlfriend's handbag, you know? And there are so many other ways for you to show your love. What you do just downgrade yourself to a very hackneyed low level. I don't care how handsome or charming you are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once I see a guy clutching a girl's handbag in a girlie manner then you are no more guy to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for girls, please-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; don't embarrass your boyfriend, okay? It's so disgusting! It's your bag for god's sake and please carry them yourselves. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macamlah berat sangat&lt;/span&gt;. What's the use of spending your money buying  trendy and stunning handbags or purses if it's not for you, yourself to carry them with pride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5475865173494887647?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5475865173494887647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5475865173494887647' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5475865173494887647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5475865173494887647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/jangan-harap-i-nak-bagi-you-bawak.html' title='Jangan harap I nak bagi you bawak handbag I yang mahal ni.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxskp8PeokI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8UpJAEa6YXY/s72-c/gyweneth-paltrow-tods-spring-summer-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-180296405792344792</id><published>2009-12-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:28:21.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December.</title><content type='html'>From Urban Dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December means the month in which the hottest women are born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-180296405792344792?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/180296405792344792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=180296405792344792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/180296405792344792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/180296405792344792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3006442195461784982</id><published>2009-12-01T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:31:58.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya suka bosan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SxXbaDRSgVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OMbTCml73XM/s1600-h/Radio_flyer_dvd_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SxXbaDRSgVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OMbTCml73XM/s320/Radio_flyer_dvd_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410471767956422994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apa yang saya berjaya buat setelah hampir 2 bulan bercuti dan bermalas-malasan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dah dapat lesen P. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dah baca 5 buah buku - Gravity by Tess Gerritsen, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/keeping-the-dead-by-tess-gerritsen-1632251.html"&gt;Keeping The Dead by Tess Gerritsen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://ulasbuku.blogspot.com/2009/03/benarkah-iskandar-bukan-zulkarnain-2009.html"&gt;Benarkah Iskandar Bukan Zulqarnain by Afareez Abdul Razak  Al-Hafiz&lt;/a&gt;, Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane dan &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.readinggroupguides.com/guides3/shadow_of_wind1.asp"&gt;The Shadow of The Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sudah melengkapkan tour seluruh Malaysia. Negeri terakhir sudah semestinya Sabah. Best gila di Sabah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sudah menonton beberapa filem yang genius (Sharlene and I, we have our own definition of genius when it comes to movies) seperti Mystic River, 2012, Paranormal Activity, Radio Flyer dan The Blair Witch Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sudah menghantar provisional registration ke MMC (Malaysian Medical Council)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan yang masih terkandas, hanya dalam ingatan pula apa ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Masih belum cat dan kemas bilik. Banyak betul idea tapi masih belum berkesempatan untuk melaksanakannya. Tunggulah bila rajin nanti. Budget pun tak ada. *sedang membayangkan bilik yang sangat cantik setelah siap nanti* Agaknya bila tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ramai orang mengadu bosan cuti lama-lama. I don't blame them. Memang bosan duduk rumah tak buat apa-apa. Tapi, kebosanan tidak membuat apa-apa itulah yang membuatkan saya dan mungkin juga anda dan mereka hidup dengan gembira. Jadi, nikmatilah kebosanan yang tidak seberapa ini sebelum kebosanan itu dirampas dan tidak dikembalikan lagi kepada anda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3006442195461784982?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3006442195461784982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3006442195461784982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3006442195461784982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3006442195461784982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/12/saya-suka-bosan.html' title='Saya suka bosan.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SxXbaDRSgVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OMbTCml73XM/s72-c/Radio_flyer_dvd_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4640361374337700642</id><published>2009-11-30T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:12:43.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding plans. Jemputlah datang.</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Sheila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with the wedding plan!=) At the end, choose the people you want to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know about you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;*23 going on 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. are you single?&lt;br /&gt;*absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. at what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;*27/28 would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you think you'll marry the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;*i'm not with anyone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;*mr perfect who doesn't always have to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. who will be your bridesmaid &amp;amp; bestman?&lt;br /&gt;*my best friends. like duh. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?&lt;br /&gt;*garden wedding sounds romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. where do you plan to go on honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;*how about niagara falls, huh honey? let's go bungee jumping for a change. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. how many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;br /&gt;*100-200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. will that include your exes ?&lt;br /&gt;*nope. wait a sec. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. how many layers of cake do you want?&lt;br /&gt;*layers of cake? how about lots of cute cupcakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. when do you want to get married, morning or evening?&lt;br /&gt;*waktu-waktu sejuk dan nyaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. name the song/tune you'd like to play at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;*Innuendo-Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon &amp;amp; fork &amp;amp; knife?&lt;br /&gt;*fine dining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;*one redbull for the bride, please. haha. pape air je la yg sedap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;*totally right after lah. nak honeymoon every weekend pun boleh kalau kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. money or household items?&lt;br /&gt;*i'll accept both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. how many kids would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;*depends. rezeki tuhan nak bagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. will you record your honeymoon in DVD/CD?&lt;br /&gt;*we'll see about that. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. whose wedding plan would you like to know next...&lt;br /&gt;*my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm not really gonna tag anyone here. I did the tagging job in Facebook. That would be enough, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4640361374337700642?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4640361374337700642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4640361374337700642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4640361374337700642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4640361374337700642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-plans-jemputlah-datang.html' title='Wedding plans. Jemputlah datang.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2291727291623292666</id><published>2009-11-25T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:14:13.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must we dream our dreams and have them, too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sw3wkDYi31I/AAAAAAAAAbM/azF1aUUFTFg/s1600/shutter-island09-6-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sw3wkDYi31I/AAAAAAAAAbM/azF1aUUFTFg/s320/shutter-island09-6-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408243229716045650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I took quite a long road to arrive to the hidden meaning of an ending to a judiciously written novel. I attempted my very best to think and assume every possibilities. I've practically given up by the 10th time I flipped through the pages repeatedly because my tired brain just couldn't comprehend the last chapter. Not that it's an appalling matter but instead I consider it as marvelous and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did succeed when I was flipping through for the 12th time. I even googled to confirm my ideas. As I've expected, it turns out there are so many entwined thoughts suggesting the 'real' unseen meaning of the ending to Shutter Island written by Dennis Lehane. I won't articulate a word concerning the ending and you know why. Spoiler sucks, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Island turns out to be the best read I've had so far during my holiday. I stumbled upon this book in Popular after spending about 30 minutes browsing through the shelves looking for Tess Gerritsen. I've heard of Shutter Island before but not in bookstores. I've came across Shutter Island so many times previously during my frequent visits to the GSC Dataran Pahlawan. It's a major motion picture due to be released in February 2010 based solely on the novel. If anyone pays attention to the trailers before a movie commences then you might have seen a bit and pieces of Shutter Island. For your information, Leonardo DiCaprio is my all-time favorite actor. And I really hope and pray the movie would turn out as excellent as the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give a chunk of the storyline and see if it matches your reading style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The story takes place in 1954 on Shutter Island, home to a psychiatric hospital called Ashecliffe. U.S Deputy Marshals Teddy Daniels and Chuck Aule investigate the disappearance of a patient, Rachel Solando, who had committed multiple murders. The deputy marshals search the island for the patient as a hurricane bears down on them, and they find that the hospital has practiced sinister measures during its existence" - Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make out the rest you should read the book and see for yourself what I, among all the other readers have indulged myself into, hauntingly making me sleepless at night. *well, the last part of the sentence was a lie, I can sleep no matter what* *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iaYLCiq5RM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iaYLCiq5RM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2291727291623292666?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2291727291623292666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2291727291623292666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2291727291623292666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2291727291623292666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/must-we-dream-our-dreams-and-have-them.html' title='Must we dream our dreams and have them, too?'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sw3wkDYi31I/AAAAAAAAAbM/azF1aUUFTFg/s72-c/shutter-island09-6-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2073053162452533475</id><published>2009-11-23T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:02:52.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put an end to a disturbing puzzle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwqVgQWoI5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/uyHzPtKTi6E/s1600/funny0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwqVgQWoI5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/uyHzPtKTi6E/s320/funny0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407298683989926802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that before I entered medical school I was in USM Kubang Kerian? Obviously I wasn't doing medicine there because I wasn't one of those 4 flat students. I got an offer to study Forensic Science there. If you're wondering Forensic Science was my 5th out of the 8 choices. My mom kind of freaked out when she found out about it and I know she was relieved when I received an offer letter from MARA to spend my 'glorious' 5 years in medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still into forensic if you ask *blame the CSI series**omg, I can't believe I'm so lame*. Last week I brought back the idea of me getting into the forensic field. I just wanna see their reaction, really. As I predicted, my mom and dad still disagree with the idea. I wouldn't say at all but they were half-heartedly answering me during the conversation. Well, never mind. There are just two possibilities. It's either I change my mind later on or them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like Forensic? Well, quite a difficult question to answer. Just like when people ask you what to eat for dinner. Do I really want pizza? But I'm craving for nasi putih and ayam goreng halia at the same time. Ah! Whatever. You choose an eatery for me, pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remember that when I was 17 I was encouraged and still am by the CSI series. I know it's lame but that's my raison d'etre. I think what they do are kind of fascinating and intriguing. They save lives too, you know? They bring closure. They put an end to a disturbing puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all, when I was 22 I discovered Tess Gerritsen. She is a Chinese-American novelist and physician well-known for her medically astute suspense thrillers. I have an entire collection of her medical thriller series. Thanks to Nadia 'cause she was the one who introduced me to Tess Gerritsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one question that people keep on asking me, "Are you brave enough to let yourself in?" Why would I be terrified? I know I sound arrogant and all but seriously why would I? You won't know unless you give it a try, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The word &lt;i&gt;forensic&lt;/i&gt; comes from the Latin adjective &lt;i&gt;forensis&lt;/i&gt;, meaning "of or before the forum". In Roman times, a criminal charge meant presenting the case before a group of public individuals in the forum. Both the person accused of the crime and the accuser would give speeches based on their side of the story. The individual with the best argument and delivery would determine the outcome of the case. Basically, the person with the sharpest forensic skills would win. This origin is the source of the two modern usages of the word &lt;i&gt;forensic&lt;/i&gt; – as a form of legal evidence and as a category of public presentation.* - Wikipedia.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2073053162452533475?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2073053162452533475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2073053162452533475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2073053162452533475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2073053162452533475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/put-end-to-disturbing-puzzle.html' title='Put an end to a disturbing puzzle.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwqVgQWoI5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/uyHzPtKTi6E/s72-c/funny0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-172970982056201669</id><published>2009-11-22T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:09:34.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired and motivated.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe what just happened to me today. I woke up so early in the morning just to have a cat fight with my sister. What a way to start the day! Never mind her. I hope that she will answer her Mathematics paper very well. All the best, Adik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was googling something regarding medical stuff a few minutes ago when I came across &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://synergy-s.blogspot.com/"&gt;a very inspiring blog&lt;/a&gt; written by a houseman. Less number of complaints and more of inspiring words for all the doctors out there. From what I've read so far, I think she is one of the excellent and hardworking housemen who really cares about what she is doing and always wants what's best for her patients. Even I'm inspired to start working after spending some time at her blog, reading and being motivated. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I still want more holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-172970982056201669?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/172970982056201669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=172970982056201669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/172970982056201669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/172970982056201669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspired-and-motivated.html' title='Inspired and motivated.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-8758379837141002882</id><published>2009-11-18T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:05:21.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopsticks Crisis *blushing without wearing my blusher*</title><content type='html'>I have a secret that only certain people know about it. It's embarrassing, actually. Should I just blurt it out here? Or should I not? What the hell, right? Just let it out and get over with it. But the problem is even if I let everyone knows about it there's nothing that they can do to help me, can you? Haha. Let me take a deep breath and think for a second. Wait a minute, what is there to think about? Such small matter doesn't need thinking. It just needs some solving. Some action. Okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I don't really know how to use chopsticks! There, I said it. I know Didi would be laughing hysterically if she read this. Muahahaha. Let's laugh together, shall we? But seriously I used to be an expert in this when I was in high school learning Japanese language and culture. Eating sushi that we all made together. And getting diarrhea for the extra vinegar that we added. Oh how I miss SAINA. Oh yeah, not to forget the time where we had the Japanese carnival. We took pictures with the Yukata that Yuka Sensei brought along with her to Malaysia. We ate Dorayaki together. Having fun and not worrying a bit about life except for SPM *not me*. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my chopsticks crisis. I know they only way I would be excellent at it is by practice. Yeah, practice makes  perfect. I still remember when we used to go to Sushi King and Didi would insist *with her exophthalmos eyes* that I should give it a try and go with it. I did give it a try for a while before I stopped because I sensed that my hands just looked ridiculous holding the chopsticks *I didn't wanna humiliate myself as well*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, things have got to change. Why? Because I said so. So here goes a video from Youtube on how to hold and use chopsticks correctly. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8mw8SWS5nM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8mw8SWS5nM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-8758379837141002882?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/8758379837141002882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=8758379837141002882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8758379837141002882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8758379837141002882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/chopsticks-crisis-blushing-without.html' title='Chopsticks Crisis *blushing without wearing my blusher*'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6621066976130408483</id><published>2009-11-17T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:51:00.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwNepaRlLHI/AAAAAAAAAac/WZNqwTc6S9E/s1600/10422_162246849320_807119320_2474678_5223630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwNepaRlLHI/AAAAAAAAAac/WZNqwTc6S9E/s320/10422_162246849320_807119320_2474678_5223630_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405268043295435890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely a special day. But not for me, I guess. What is there to celebrate on 18th November? Just another mind-numbing day to be forgotten like the others. That was before I met a 'minah' who was born on 18th November 1985. I first noticed her in 2004 when we first stepped our feet in India (Totally for me, but not her. She's been to India several times before). My first impression towards her? Lol. Did I ever tell you that my first impressions towards all the people that make me content now is undeniably bad and evil? Same goes for this 'minah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was carrying her luggages and it was raining (I prolly made this up. My long term memory doesn't work that well when it comes to minute details). But wait, she wasn't alone! There were 2 grown-ups helping her with the luggages! The first thing that came to mind was "Damn. Budak manja. *bluekkkkkkkkkk*" You wanna know why? All the other students came on their own. Our parents didn't accompany us like her parents did (good for her). We went to India alone! Some of us didn't even have friends at the time let alone parents to escort us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I had my encounter with her was when we moved in to our hostel. We called it AS or New AC Hostel. Her roommate was Didi. They are like best friends forever till now. I don't know what got into them but they were so excited about the new room. Wait, not the room as a whole but the air conditioner. Lol. They thought only their room has AC and decided to tell everyone else and make a big fuss about it. Hahahahahaha. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became quite close for a while. I still remember those times where we used to go for lunch and dinner at The Joint. That time there were 5 of us. Didi, 'minah', Sheila, Maryam, Natasha, Ezulia and me if i'm not mistaken. She spent a lot of time in my room singing her favorite song Karma by Coklat. She sang so loud the whole floor could hear her. More like screaming I would say. I went deaf for some time after her singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to grow apart when I had a new boyfriend (See? I don't deny it this time. I know it's true). I spent lesser time with them. I seldom went for lunch or dinner together anymore. I was busy chatting online on my laptop. Haih. Bad Zafirah. So bad. Things got worst when we moved out from AS. It was like we went our separate ways. Some of them moved in to Sonia and some moved in to PG Hostel. I decided to move in to a single room. You know the boyfriend thingy, the privacy. So I stayed in Indira Hostel far far away from everyone else. The distance between us became more and more and more and we stopped hanging out. Not just with them. I just didn't feel like hanging out with everyone. I skipped birthday parties. I skipped movie plans. I became asocial and spent more time in my room being a kiasu. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god things changed when we came back to Malaysia. 'Minah' and I, it's like we were fated to stay on the same floor and rekindled our friendship. We became close again. We spent most of our time together. We went for lunch together. We went for dinner together. We gossiped together. We watched movies together. We shopped together. We 'meluahkan perasaan' together. Almost everything together. (We're no bunch of gays, okay?) And thanks to her I could revive my friendship with the others as well. Hehe. You guys know who you are. You guys are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's celebrate this day, the day a 'minah' was born even though we're all far apart. She is one of the bestest, greatest friends I've ever met all my life. I'm not good when it comes to stuff like this. I'm lost for words. All I can say is I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done (I will keep doing them, I suppose. Haha) and happy birthday to my wonderful friend. Your friendship is one of the best things ever happened to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAHIRAH! LOVE U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6621066976130408483?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6621066976130408483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6621066976130408483' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6621066976130408483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6621066976130408483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy birthday to you.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwNepaRlLHI/AAAAAAAAAac/WZNqwTc6S9E/s72-c/10422_162246849320_807119320_2474678_5223630_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7138230832335978484</id><published>2009-11-16T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:40:55.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hansel and Gretel, I guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwIjHNJc33I/AAAAAAAAAaU/YPNaObPFbM8/s1600/Hansel+and+Gretel+Book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwIjHNJc33I/AAAAAAAAAaU/YPNaObPFbM8/s320/Hansel+and+Gretel+Book.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404921109493374834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting alone on her favorite bench, trying really hard to read the book that she had borrowed from the library. I should have just given up and go for a movie, she said to herself. But that is not how life is supposed to be. Everyone kept on telling her that. All her life she had been listening to the same sentence depicted in different ways it made her want to throw up at times. And today was one of those days where she had the guts to say no to herself. No, I have to finish what I have started. She repeated the sentence in her head thrice hoping that it would turn out to be like an enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a thought came to her mind telling that she should be reading in between the lines so she could come to the end sooner. She did not even understand why she had to read the book in the first place. No one ever forced her. Neither did they tell her the book was fine nor it was horrible. She went to the library yesterday after work with an anticipation to find some interesting reading material to kill her time on a bright Sunday afternoon. That was when she came across a grandfather and his grandchild. He was reading to him from Hansel and Gretel and she was eavesdropping from behind the pillars. It sounded so magnificent yesterday but why when she read it to herself it seemed she had been stabbed in the heart she felt like dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny voice in her head started yelling and asking her to stop before she gets hurt. But why bother when she was already halfway? She continued reading from Hansel and Gretel flipping through pages with tears falling down from her eyes. Hansel and Gretel never made her cry in the past but why now? It was just a tale from the Brothers Grimm meant to be a pleasant fable for middle-class consumers of the 19th century. Nothing great. Then she realized there were unseen meaning behind her tears. Tears that drop down like rains when you see someone in despair. Tears that fall down from the eyes when you see a blind grandfather pretending to read from a book so that his grandchild could hear the story of Hansel and Gretel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything made sense to her when she remembered she could not sleep last night. She was crying to sleep her tears dried on their own with her last thought on the grandfather and his mentally challenged grandson spending time together in their own little world. She again burst into tears when she reminisced vividly the grandfather with his crutches holding his grandson's hand walking to go home where they both lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7138230832335978484?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7138230832335978484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7138230832335978484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7138230832335978484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7138230832335978484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hansel-and-gretel-i-guess.html' title='Hansel and Gretel, I guess.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SwIjHNJc33I/AAAAAAAAAaU/YPNaObPFbM8/s72-c/Hansel+and+Gretel+Book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5994332266891289173</id><published>2009-10-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:40:49.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really miss everyone. Let's go shopping. Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St_F9SHQmLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PX_s2XF7WcQ/s1600-h/6211_116324076173_706091173_2689664_1105486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St_F9SHQmLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PX_s2XF7WcQ/s320/6211_116324076173_706091173_2689664_1105486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248535238121650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden urge to go shoppinggggggggg. This is why I hate watching Gossip Girl and 90210. Their clothes, handbags and accessories are sooooooooooooo niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. If only I could use THAT moneyyyyyy. *scream my lungs out* *sabar-sabar, THAT money is for Sabah, okie?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss hanging out with Nenek, Kanak2 Yang Bencikan Strawberry, Gadis Kopi Milk, Sweet Sheila and Hana Chan. I wanna go do movies and shopping and eat and everythingggggg. Hehehe. Really miss u guys. Awesomest people I've ever met. *jangan kembang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend too, Nadia. I miss our gossip sessions at the English Cottage place. Hahahaha. Totally forgot the name of the place because everytime we went there I just remembered the delicious fooddd. Hope to see you soon Nadia. Love you bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my groupmates. Vino, Vyshva, Vimmy, Rammy, Lyn, Rabean, Alex, Yaamuna, Yeng Ling,&lt;br /&gt;KKK, Tien Gen, Vila, Vicky!!!!! Where else can I find cool people like you guyssss. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Shalon and Magloo too. Hahahahaha. Love hanging out in Shalon's room with the 2 of you. To Sharlene, you're one of a kind I would say *btw, that is a compliment*. And Maggie, see you in Sabah soonnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my neighbour Serene. Thanks for 'layan'-ing me all the timeeee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Intan jugak. My study partner. You really did help me a lottttt. Bila lagi la nak tengok awak pacing back and forth ye? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss jugak Baya, Faridah, Ira and Aini. Really hope to see korang semua soonnnn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Natasha and her leeching. Hehe. You've been a really good friend to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Asha, Nurul and Fara D too. Korang bising-bising dekat luar bilik ingat I tak dengar ke? Habis semua rahsia. Hahahaha. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really do miss everyone in Batch 15. Bila lagi nak jumpa orang cool macam Batch 15!!!! *emo emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having fun right now. Enjoy your holidaysssss! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5994332266891289173?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5994332266891289173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5994332266891289173' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5994332266891289173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5994332266891289173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-miss-everyone-lets-go-shopping.html' title='I really miss everyone. Let&apos;s go shopping. Haha'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St_F9SHQmLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PX_s2XF7WcQ/s72-c/6211_116324076173_706091173_2689664_1105486_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5458423000546471662</id><published>2009-10-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:55:10.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St6F5C7HdBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/m48xekmaauw/s1600-h/engrish-funny-casa-cata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St6F5C7HdBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/m48xekmaauw/s320/engrish-funny-casa-cata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896618720293906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM PIC I GOT FROM GOOGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8. At least now I'm not jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pagi tadi pukul 9.08 ayah kejut untuk hantar dia ke Shahab Perdana. Cewah! Zaf dah ada lesen??? Yeah. Yeah. Dah ada. Hahahahaha. Taklah sebenarnya adik aku yang drove. Aku hanya sekadar pengikut saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, adik aku sempat bagi ceramah pasal driving. Macam mana nak belok. Macam mana nak control steering wheel. Hahahaha. Ada ke adik yang bag ceramah. Adeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai rumah tengok Tamwhite (kucing) sangat kotor so mandikan dia. Susah jugak nak mandikan kucing ni. Bising and kuat mencakarrrrrrr. Meowwww. First time mandikan kucing anyway. Hehe. Sebelum ni orang lain yang selalu buatkan benda-benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu buang sampah. Nak tunggu MBAS nak amik? Tahun depan la. Negeri Kedah dah jadi busukkkk. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa. Bencinyaaa. Saya memang tak suka government Kedah sekarang dan tidak takut untuk bagitau semua orang. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk rumah masak nasi, cuci pinggan breakfast tadi. And now duduk depan laptop sambil tengok TV and bergossip dengan Nenek. *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, at least now I have something to do. *giggles gedik*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5458423000546471662?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5458423000546471662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5458423000546471662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5458423000546471662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5458423000546471662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-8.html' title='Day 8.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St6F5C7HdBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/m48xekmaauw/s72-c/engrish-funny-casa-cata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3302839767847156178</id><published>2009-10-19T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:03:41.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all HIMYM fans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St0rtzg3bdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BAYa3VW_bNM/s1600-h/how_i_met_your_mother_s1_box222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St0rtzg3bdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BAYa3VW_bNM/s320/how_i_met_your_mother_s1_box222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394515994581888466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I LIKE to watch, wait, like? Wrong word I guess, it's more like LOVE to watch How I Met Your Mother? Hmmmm. Is LOVE the right one? Or is it obsessed? Nahhhh. But wait a minute. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give you thousands of reasons. I'm not bluffing. But I think for the time being 10 is enough. Furthermore, no one would read my thousands of reasons because they have something else better to do. Like what? Hmmm. Helping their mothers in the kitchen, I suppose? Or facebooking sampai lebam? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go deeper, I would like to give a message for those who seem on the surface not to fancy HIMYM. You're the most un-awesome person in the whole universe! And for those who haven't tried HIMYM, watch it now before it's too late. Heheh. You guys are missing out the ultimate awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the blabber. Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reason number 1: It has Barney Stinson in it. He's totally awesome. For the first time in my life I'm able to enjoy perverted jokes without having to judge or being judged by anyone. Jokes given by him are hauntingly funny yet they are not offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Reason number 2: The catchphrases are not corny. Why do I use a negative statement? Because some catchprases from other shows are just too CORNY. My all-time favorite catchphrase from Barney Stinson "Legen-wait for it-I hope you're not lactose intolerant 'cause the second word is-daryyyyy". I seriously could die from laughing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Barney is frequently asking for high-fives in different hilarious ways. 'Relapse five', 'Phone five', 'Tiny five', 'Freeze-frame high-five', 'hypothetical five', 'wordplay five', 'arthritis five', 'self five', 'foot five', 'claw five', 'solemn low-five' and 'door five' are a few. My personal favorite would be 'solemn low-five'. Watch Season 2 Monday Night Football and you'll get what I mean. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The relationship that Barney and Marshall built in Season 4 is getting awesome day by day. To tell you the truth, Marshall and Ted as best friends is getting lame day by day. Sorry Ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Barney sometimes talks in a high-pitch annoying voice and I think it is hilarious. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Robin is such a pretty girl who is cool and awesome and can come up with some pretty funny lines. Trust me, this Canadian hot chic really got me glued in front of my laptop. Whaddupppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Slap Bet!!!!!!! Who doesn't loveeeee the slap bet? Please go kill yourself. Alright! Just kidding. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Out of all of the characters, Lily is the only one Barney &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chose to confide in when he realized that he was in love with Robin in the season 4 premiere, "Do I Know You&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Barney has also called Lily to ask her to uncuff him from a sex swing. In the same episode as Barney's confession of his love for Robin, she, in a semi-incoherent rant stated that Robin was her best friend and that she wouldn't pretend she "hadn't noticed her body." I think what Lily did to help Barney was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Laser tag. Barney lovesss laser tag. I've seen Robin and Ted played laser tag with him. When's Lily and Marshall gonna play with him? Give us more episodes with laser tag in it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Last but not least, Barney has a blog! Visit &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; and you'll be laughing throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.barneysvideoresume.com/"&gt;Barney's resume video&lt;/a&gt;. You guys should watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3302839767847156178?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3302839767847156178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3302839767847156178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3302839767847156178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3302839767847156178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/10/calling-all-himym-fans.html' title='Calling all HIMYM fans!'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/St0rtzg3bdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BAYa3VW_bNM/s72-c/how_i_met_your_mother_s1_box222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-1499243997475858581</id><published>2009-10-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:12:50.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orang tua memang suka bercakap. Bagi chance la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/StVrpDr7TCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AM_eDaHoajk/s1600-h/murano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/StVrpDr7TCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AM_eDaHoajk/s320/murano1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392334481954393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa ada Murano saya nak kahwin dengan dia. I'm serious. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of an official doctor who is broke and jobless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Shahab Perdana around 6 am after spending a sleepless night on a bus full with elderly people talking non-stop about nothing it makes my ears bleed and my chest aches like hell (Bagi chance la sebab orang tua). They still do I swear. Besides, I think I have this so-called famous virus in my system known as H1N1. Takut tak? Hahahahaha. I was wearing the regular surgical mask the whole night I couldn't breathe. If I didn't, certainly all the passengers would freak out. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from Shahab Perdana, I asked my parents whether I can go to Sabah or not and they said YES! That's a great news, I suppose. I'm glad I have somehing to look forward to, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much for today I guess. A jobless person will stay jobless forever until she finds something useful to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I haven't even showered yet. Muahahahahaha. I better go shower now before my mom starts her nagginggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I have to gain some stamina before I can climb Mount Kinabalu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-1499243997475858581?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/1499243997475858581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=1499243997475858581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1499243997475858581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1499243997475858581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/10/orang-tua-memang-suka-bercakap-bagi.html' title='Orang tua memang suka bercakap. Bagi chance la.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/StVrpDr7TCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AM_eDaHoajk/s72-c/murano1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7665689886862440401</id><published>2009-10-12T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:29:30.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Wan Zafirah Zamaliana Alias. Eh tak biasa lah. Panggil Zafirah je. Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/StPIE0HdQZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ic19NovsNK0/s1600-h/sabah-malaysia-airline-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/StPIE0HdQZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ic19NovsNK0/s320/sabah-malaysia-airline-map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391873163927568786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a DOCTOR now! Never thought I'd be this content. Well, as I've mentioned before being a doctor was never really in my dream book. But now, I am so glad we all finally made it. CONGRATULATIONS TO BATCH 15 for the outstanding Final MBBS Phase II Stage II result! 97% passing rate was really an eye roller. Hahahaha. Bagi la chance untuk I gloat once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as of now my student days are over and soon I'll be entering the real world. As someone greets us, "Welcome to HELL my dear friends". Hahahaha. Hope we will all make it during our housemanships. But to look on the bright side, the stresses come with MONEY. Isn't that right, Dr. S? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am entering the new phase in my life, I would like to make a list of my future plans. Muahahaha. Bear with me as some of them might be hazardous to your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Money. Money. Money. Save as much money as I can. If anyone asks for what my answer would be MURANO. It has always been about MURANO for quite some time. Kalau tak dapat MURANO, TIGUAN pun jadi lah. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Duduk rumah selagi boleh. Jimat semua benda. The reason would be same as No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get married? Uh-huh. No No. Bukan dalam masa terdekat ni. Selagi tak beli MURANO and tak jumpa the right guy who will sweep me off my feet then the answer is NO. After being in several lousy relationships I tend to be a bit choosy and picky. But if muka dia macam Dean Winchester terus boleh cekup je. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Kalau dah banyak duit, nanti nak pergi backpacking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Siapa nak ikut angkat tangan, okay? Nanti kita pergi sama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)MRCP? MRCS? MRCOG? Kalau ada rezeki InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Enough of long term plans, let's see the short term pulak. Sabahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, here I come!!!!!!!!!! Belum mintak permission lagiiiiiiiiiiii. Tapi yang best boleh guna duit sendiri. Yehaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hias bilik di rumah seperti seorang interior designer. (Dah takleh jadi yg professional, interior design bilik sendiri pun jadi lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Eh, terlupa pulak aku belum ada lesen kereta. Hehehehe. kena amik la nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherios. Have a great holiday everyone!!!!!!!!! See you guys again in Sabah, during the result slip and convocation day! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7665689886862440401?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7665689886862440401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7665689886862440401' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7665689886862440401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7665689886862440401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/10/dr-wan-zafirah-zamaliana-alias-eh-tak.html' title='Dr. Wan Zafirah Zamaliana Alias. Eh tak biasa lah. Panggil Zafirah je. Haha.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/StPIE0HdQZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ic19NovsNK0/s72-c/sabah-malaysia-airline-map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2746276297133343817</id><published>2009-10-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:21:54.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doakan Kejayaan Bersama.</title><content type='html'>Kring...kring...kring.... (Tipu  la kring kring. I guna ringtone rahsia mana boleh bagitau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mama rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt;: Hello Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;: Hello, camna exam? Ok ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt;: .......... Ok kot. Long dapat case thyroid Ma. Ma tau dak thyroid? Case long thyroid hormones dia tinggi (sambil gelak-gelak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;: Awat pulak Mama tak tau aihhhh. Orang kalau dapat sakit tu dia selalu susah hati. (nada perli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt;: Wahhhh. Terernya Ma. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beberapa jam kemudian....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted to Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, doakan untuk Long Ma. Semalam dok pikiaq ada bole jawab ada takleh. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok la tu. InsyaAllah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2746276297133343817?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2746276297133343817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2746276297133343817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2746276297133343817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2746276297133343817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/10/doakan-kejayaan-bersama.html' title='Doakan Kejayaan Bersama.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-8513701093733593775</id><published>2009-09-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:07:26.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensyukuri Syawal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8DxNWXAXjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8DxNWXAXjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAM AIDILFITRI. MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan untuk exam kami juga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Terjumpa video ni kat FB &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://dartdadada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dart&lt;/a&gt;. Sedap gilaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-8513701093733593775?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/8513701093733593775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=8513701093733593775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8513701093733593775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8513701093733593775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/meksyukuri-syawal.html' title='Mensyukuri Syawal.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6448602164618892424</id><published>2009-09-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:13:30.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima kasih.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SrDwu5TlAII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6T1BuVJQYBw/s1600-h/arigato.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SrDwu5TlAII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6T1BuVJQYBw/s320/arigato.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382066243155329154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup terasa bermakna bila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku dan rakan-rakan&lt;/span&gt;: Terima kasih ye makcik bagi kami periksa (senyum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makcik yang baik hati&lt;/span&gt;: Sebenarnya makcik yang kena ucap terima kasih (sambil tersenyum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku dan rakan-rakan&lt;/span&gt;: Eh makcik, kitorang yang kena ucap terima kasih sebab makcik bagi peluang untuk kitorang belajar (masih tersenyum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makcik yang baik hati&lt;/span&gt;: (tersenyum lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku dan rakan-rakan&lt;/span&gt;: Semoga cepat sembuh ye makcik ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makcik yang baik hati&lt;/span&gt;: InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Senang je nak buat semua orang gembira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Semoga Makcik yang baik hati (dan juga pesakit-pesakit lain) akan segera sembuh. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6448602164618892424?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6448602164618892424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6448602164618892424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6448602164618892424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6448602164618892424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/terima-kasih.html' title='Terima kasih.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SrDwu5TlAII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6T1BuVJQYBw/s72-c/arigato.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5928721924445460752</id><published>2009-09-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:52:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SrATqQYWH2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/lZnV8dsTM-o/s1600-h/reject.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SrATqQYWH2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/lZnV8dsTM-o/s320/reject.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381823171380256610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reject. Reject bermaksud ditolak ataupun tidak diterima. In English it means to refuse or to cast out. Pernahkah anda mengalami perasaan direject sewenang-wenangnya? Aku pernah bersama beberapa orang lagi rakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini genaplah 6 hari aku ke hospital setelah selesai OSCE exam untuk praktis clinical history and examination. Dan setiap kali itu jugalah aku dan rakan-rakan akan direject oleh patients &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(bukan semua, TERIMA KASIH kepada yang sudi melayan kami) &lt;/span&gt;saat kami melangkah masuk ke Gynecology Ward. Pada saat ini anda mungkin sudah membayangkan kebiadapan dan ketidaksopanan kami sehingga patients sanggup tidak menerima kami sehingga begitu rupa. Jangan salah sangka. Kami tidaklah sejahat seperti yang dibayangkan oleh minda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gynecology Ward di sini boleh dibilang dengan jari dan kadang-kadang hanya mempunyai beberapa kerat patients saja. Dan sekarang cuba anda imagine jumlah students yang ke hospital setiap hari untuk memeriksa patients. Satu patient untuk 600 students (hanya anggaran saja)? Mustahil untuk patients tidak mereject kami. Tak kisahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma yang kisahnya bila long case dan short case hampir tiba. Dan seperti biasa semua final year students akan kelam kabut ke hospital untuk praktis cara-cara pemeriksaan patients yang betul. Bukannya sebelum ini tak ke hospital. Tapi anda perlu faham setiap manusia di dunia ini akan cepat lupa akan pembelajarannya jika sudah lama tidak mempraktikkannya (sebelum ini kami hanya ada theory exams selama lebih kurang dua bulan). Lagipun performance exams macam ni siapa tak nervous. Mesti nak praktis kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-kisahnya semalam seorang patient di Gyne Ward (dia mempunyai findings yang agak bagus untuk diperiksa) sanggup tidak baring dan berehat di katil semata-mata kerana dia terlihat beberapa orang medical students sedang mengintainya dari sebalik dinding. Salah seorang daripada mereka cuba untuk meminta consent (untuk kali kedua atau ketiga, aku tak pasti) untuk memeriksanya tapi dia tidak membenarkan (note: medical student ini penuh dengan kesopanan dan kesusilaan serta boleh tahan kacak). Imagine that! Bukanlah nak cakap kacak tu penting tapi maybe itu satu bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami faham sudah ramai students yang memeriksanya. Tapi apa salahnya membenarkan hanya beberapa orang lagi untuk periksa. Kami semua budak baru belajar. Kalau tak belajar cara-cara periksa patients dengan baik macam mana nak jadi doktor yang bagus? Nanti bila kami semua dah jadi doktor barulah nak bising dulu tak belajar betul-betul. Kadang-kadang pemikiran rakyat Malaysia secara amnya amat cetek. Jangan lupa yang kami semua ini akan menjadi doktor tidak lama lagi. Dan kami mungkin akan merawat anda. Jadi berilah peluang kepada kami untuk belajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sabar. Nanti  kita dah jadi doktor baru kelam kabut nak cari. Biasalah tu. (Ubah suai ayat seseorang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5928721924445460752?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5928721924445460752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5928721924445460752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5928721924445460752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5928721924445460752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/reject.html' title='Rejected.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SrATqQYWH2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/lZnV8dsTM-o/s72-c/reject.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-622756629070439996</id><published>2009-09-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:37:39.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengsan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sq7htXcRovI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xox8HVmQfLg/s1600-h/faint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sq7htXcRovI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xox8HVmQfLg/s320/faint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381486774257296114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam rasa seperti mahu pengsan. Dan aku akhirnya pengsan selepas pulang terawih dengan memakai kaftan baru dan ketika selesai menonton Tower 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu aku juga berperasaan seperti mahu pengsan ketika seseorang yang aku pernah sayang (tapi sekarang tidak) telah melukakan hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok adakah aku akan pengsan lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tidak kerana aku harap aku bukanlah Zafirah lembik seperti hari semalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-622756629070439996?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/622756629070439996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=622756629070439996' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/622756629070439996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/622756629070439996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/pengsan.html' title='Pengsan.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sq7htXcRovI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xox8HVmQfLg/s72-c/faint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-8063351836998332588</id><published>2009-09-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:20:55.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sqzm5-bOT2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/T4r-PTNl_q0/s1600-h/84621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sqzm5-bOT2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/T4r-PTNl_q0/s320/84621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380929538485014370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wholly madly deeply in love with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally love &lt;a href="http://the-dork-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-when-old-cds-bring-back-memories.html"&gt;HER&lt;/a&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I would LOVE  to open my own library. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently I am reading Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-8063351836998332588?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/8063351836998332588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=8063351836998332588' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8063351836998332588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8063351836998332588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sqzm5-bOT2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/T4r-PTNl_q0/s72-c/84621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7625102981869769878</id><published>2009-09-11T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:13:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketupat Mama Tiada Tandingan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sqr1l18faiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vc-pZT4vcZA/s1600-h/n807119320_326895_7839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sqr1l18faiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vc-pZT4vcZA/s320/n807119320_326895_7839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380382735332239906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni la baju raya I, bukan yang purple okay? Tu Nenek punya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEDIH KE BILA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku beritahu semua yang aku tak ada baju raya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku beritahu yang setiap tahun aku beli baju raya sendiri? (for these past 3 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku beritahu maybe aku akan pakai baju raya yang sama pada tahun ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku beritahu semua yang family aku sudah beberapa tahun tidak ada kuih raya? (sejenis dua saja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku beritahu bila raya datang langsir dan sofa baru tidak perlu ditukar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku beritahu bila raya datang family aku tidaklah semeriah family orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU RASA TAK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih kalau puasa aku tak sempurna (yeah, no way near perfection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih kalau pagi-pagi raya aku bangun lambat dan tak sempat solat sunat Aidilfitri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih dengan adik-adik kecil yang hidup susah sampai mak diorang tak dapat belikan baju raya dari kecik lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih ada orang yang beraya sorang-sorang, at least aku ada family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih bila mengenangkan rumah orang yang tak ada perabot langsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih aku pernah tengok rumah orang tak ada makanan langsung di pagi raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LASTLY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku lagi sedih kalau tak ada ketupat yang mama buat! Tak heran aku dengan kuih raya! Muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ni kalau sempat belajar buat ketupat sambil study untuk long case. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7625102981869769878?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7625102981869769878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7625102981869769878' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7625102981869769878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7625102981869769878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ketupat-mama-tiada-tandingan.html' title='Ketupat Mama Tiada Tandingan.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sqr1l18faiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vc-pZT4vcZA/s72-c/n807119320_326895_7839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-1553541404147638263</id><published>2009-09-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:12:00.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menulis tentang MBBS Phase II Stage II secara terang-terangan bukanlah style aku.</title><content type='html'>Theory paper MBBS Phase II Stage II dah habis. So, senang ke susah? Ok lah aku tak mau berdolak dalih lagi. Susahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Susahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Susahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam seterusnya ialah OSCE hari Khamis ni. Wish me luck. Doakan aku yea. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that long case 30th September 2009 dan disusuli oleh short case 5th October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa, semoga aku (dan rakan-rakanku) akan menjadi seorang doktor yang berdedikasi dan kaya (kaya itu bonus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tak semestinya kaya di dunia yang dikejarkan semata-mata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-1553541404147638263?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/1553541404147638263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=1553541404147638263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1553541404147638263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/1553541404147638263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/menulis-tentang-mbbs-phase-ii-stage-ii.html' title='Menulis tentang MBBS Phase II Stage II secara terang-terangan bukanlah style aku.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5938654345910394724</id><published>2009-09-05T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:00:23.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a bitch. Then you die. Any questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SqI1Y85cqwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3bfcn3AaP-w/s1600-h/The+Final+Destination+Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SqI1Y85cqwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3bfcn3AaP-w/s320/The+Final+Destination+Movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377919607814007554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've guessed that a lame movie can be very entertaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final Destination sure is the most hauntingly terribly disgusting, sickening, horrible and nauseating movie of the year (please do not compare this one to Orphan). What is so appealing about The Final Destination? The storyline is exactly the same as the previous Final Destination. The protagonist who has a vision of who was gonna die next. Totally lame! BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final Destination scores extra points because of the manner it depicts how each person dies. Okay, let me help you imagine them by painting word pictures here. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one to die in the movie was Lara. You don't need to know who she is. What you need to know is how she died. She was killed by being sliced in half by a flying car hood, just as in the premonition. OMG. So cruel, right? I nearly screamed. But it didn't come out. So I just gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia Monroy was the second one to die (Nadia if you're reading this please be careful). She was then killed right after when a tire from an exploding car smashed into her head, decapitating her. Iyew. So horrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter the racist guy died when his leg caught on the hook of his tow truck, he was then set on fire then blown up with the truck. He was the third one to die. He deserved it! He was very rude and not handsome at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, a loving and funny mommy who put tampons in her kids' ears *lol* was to die next. A sharp stone flied right through her right eye when a lawnmower ran over it and propelled it outwards. I didn't really understand why she died so fast. It was just a sharp stone in her eye. But then as Didi said, she might've ended up dead due to vagal shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth one to die was Andy the mechanic. He was crushed into a fence by a flying CO2 canister, which diced his torso. Yikes! It was nasty. Thank god my popcorn didn't come out from my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt, Janet's boyfriend or also known as the insensitive guy with a lucky coin died when his intestines were violently sucked out of his bottom by a pool drainage system. He was the sixth one to die. I could see his liver on screen! Not just the intestines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the cowboy hat was lucky at first because he didn't die when Nick never asked him to move to another seat. He ended up buried under the debris, but alive. When recovered and sent to a hospital, a small pool fell on him through the ceiling from the floor above, crushing him. He was the seventh to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny security guard who tried to kill himself several times but didn't work out. *lol* He was ran over by a speeding ambulance. He was the eighth to die. That was so unexpected! But as life is a bitch, we always have to expect the unexpected, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet was the luckiest girl on earth because she cheated death twice in the movie. She would have been beheaded or crushed by a pipe in the car wash if not for the intervention of Lori and George, as well as being impaled by exploding debris and nails at the theater if not for Nick. She was  ran over by a truck along with Nick and Lori, and was crushed by its front left tire as has been portrayed on silver screen by a running X-ray or whatever you called it. It think it was awesome. She was the ninth to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori, the female lead and the first one who believed. She would have been crushed by an escalator conveyor belt if it wasn't for the intervention of Nick. She was hit by a truck, along with Nick and Janet, and was thrown hard against a wall, decapitating her. She was the tenth to die. The last scene was awesome as I've mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the male lead and the handsomest guy in the movie. He was the one with premonitions and visions (oh how I miss Sam Winchester). He was hit by a truck along with Lori and Janet, and the impact smashed him against the cafe wall, killing him. He was the eleventh to die, and he was the last survivor of the McKinley Speedway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last three words from me: atrocious, dreadful and ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Definitely a movie that is worth my money to watch. Maybe even for a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Wikipedia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5938654345910394724?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5938654345910394724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5938654345910394724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5938654345910394724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5938654345910394724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-bitch-then-you-die-any.html' title='Life is a bitch. Then you die. Any questions?'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SqI1Y85cqwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3bfcn3AaP-w/s72-c/The+Final+Destination+Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4409352869949073207</id><published>2009-09-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:28:25.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuah dan Jebat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SqC27du4dVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fFAj-3W_q9w/s1600-h/01jebat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SqC27du4dVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fFAj-3W_q9w/s320/01jebat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377499087790175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikuti perbualan Tuan dan Jebat sebulan yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Kamu di mana sih sekarang Jebat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Di Uchichi. Oh ya, tadi saya singgah Melaka Mall lagi. Sudah dibeli nya bra lagi dua. Muahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Gile sih kamu. Bra ape lak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Audrey 1, Pierre 1. Murah aja. Jgn risau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Cait. Tak guna kamu Hang Jebat. Sanggup kamu membeli braaaa terlalu banyak. Kanda kecewa dgn sikap kamu. Jika begini hamba terpaksa melaksanakan hukuman yg telah dijatuhkan oleh Sultan melaka terhadap tuan hamba. Hamba harus membunuh kamu Jebattttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Tidakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Jangan Tuah. Jangannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang tuah pun menikan Hang jebat kerana jeles sebab dia tak ada bra baru&lt;br /&gt;Last dia ckp 'Bubye Jebat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Matilah hang dengan bra-bra hang tu. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jebat pun, kerana mengetahui ajalnya hampir tiba lalu bersiap siap dgn memakai bra-bra barunya dengan harapan bila bertarung dgn Tuah, bra-bra itu akan melindunginya dari tikaman tuah. Sayangnya keris taming sari genggaman tuah sangatlah power tak terlawan oleh bra Audrey dan Pierre cardin. Jebat mengetahui kekuatan taming sari, maka dia pun mengambil langkah berjaga-jaga dgn meletak extra span maka taming sari tidaklah dapat menembusi bra-bra itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Push up bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Iya tuah, push up bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Hebat siot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tapi jebat jgn lah kamu lupa yang Tuah ini tinggi ilmu persilatannya. Belajar di Negeri Cina. Anak Hang Li Po lagi. Lalu dia pun teruslah meminjam bra zaman dulu-dulu kepunyaan Hang Li Po supaya dapat menewaskan Jebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Cissss. Tak guna kau Tuah. Kau menggunakan taktik yg sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Apa taktik sama hah? Dah belajar guna la. Apa daaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Tapi kekuatan bra-bra lama amatlah tidak sama dgn bra-bra baru. Bra-bra lama sudah layu dan kurang kekuatannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Kamu tak tau Jebat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Sudah laa Tuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Kamu tak tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Mengaku kalah sajalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Tak ada siapa beritau kamu? Bra zaman dulu diperbuat daripada besi. Gagah dan perkasa! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Huh! Kau ingat kau sorang saja ada bra besi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Jebat pun mengeluarkan cawat besinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahahahahahahahaahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Kenapa kau gelak, Tuah? Adakah kau kehabisan tenaga? Mengaku kalah laa Tuah. Ini bukan pertarunganmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;. Aku bertarung menggunakan otak, Jebat. Jangan kau lupaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Kembalilah kau kepada Sultan. *sejak bila Tuah jadi Mat Salleh nih* Kau Tuah palsu! PALSU!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Biar lah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I breed Tuah modern la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Tuah yg kukenali tidak pandai berbahasa English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Jangan la jelessssss auuuuuuuu (gaya maknyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Kau palsuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zenggggg* Lalu jebat pun melibaskan pedang samurai yg dicuri dari Maharaja Jepun semasa dia menetap di Negara Matahari Terbit itu ke arah Mak Nyah yg bertopengkan Tuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuah: Hek eleh pedang plastic. Nampaknya kau kena tipu dengan Maharaja Jepun nyahhhhhhhhhh. Hahahahahaha. Padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Pi mandi la wei.  Jangan datang solat hajat tak mandi k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Memandangkan pedang itu plastik *tak guna kau, Maharaja Jepun* Jebat pun mengeluarkan senjata barunya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bersambung selepas mandi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha. Yea yeah sambung lepas mandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setengah jam kemudian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Tuah, di manakah kau akan bersolat Isya'? Bilik or surau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;: Ya Jebat. Di surau. Mengikut firasat Ustazah Intan mungkin tak sempat bersolat hajat kalau di bilik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;: Baiklah. Terima kasih Tuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Terpulang kepada anda untuk menilai. Nama-nama sebenar terpaksa dirahsiakan. Hahahahah. Kalau ada typo atau kesalahan tatabahasa, buat-buat fahamlah ye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4409352869949073207?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4409352869949073207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4409352869949073207' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4409352869949073207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4409352869949073207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuah-dan-jebat.html' title='Tuah dan Jebat.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SqC27du4dVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fFAj-3W_q9w/s72-c/01jebat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2113627512218432780</id><published>2009-09-01T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:57:21.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Break My Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0V2zn_ArlVs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0V2zn_ArlVs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak Nak Merokok Campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2113627512218432780?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2113627512218432780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2113627512218432780' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2113627512218432780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2113627512218432780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-break-my-heart.html' title='Don&apos;t Break My Heart.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3907459580319571239</id><published>2009-09-01T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:18:49.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass House. Again? No. It's Maths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Spz0exnjJJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LvJjlfV79zw/s1600-h/travel_pod_philip_johnson_glass_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Spz0exnjJJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LvJjlfV79zw/s320/travel_pod_philip_johnson_glass_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376440864726000786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Ni je lah yang mampu setakat ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my MEQ Paper 1 not long ago. It was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone can see the three tiny dots up there. It means I have nothing to say and even if I do I'm just not in the mood at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave you guys with a mathematical equation (not exactly but let's just close our eyes and pretend that it is, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about MEQ 1 + studying for MEQ 2 + period pain + listening to Tyson Ritter = ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who gives me the correct answer will get a free ticket to visit my glass house in South Hamptons. I'm dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Happy birthday Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3907459580319571239?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3907459580319571239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3907459580319571239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3907459580319571239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3907459580319571239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/09/glass-house-again-no-its-maths.html' title='Glass House. 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height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoyKeeChNFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x2WLm9TTmIs/s320/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371820711610496082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoyKYdixN7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/POBsrDg9AvU/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoyKYdixN7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/POBsrDg9AvU/s320/DSC01272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371820608398112690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoyKKuXk0tI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MKS1bTNH6s8/s1600-h/Ndai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoyKKuXk0tI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MKS1bTNH6s8/s320/Ndai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371820372396397266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6703035443274561295?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6703035443274561295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6703035443274561295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6703035443274561295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6703035443274561295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-paint-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures Paint A Thousand Words.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoyLP3WJeHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/woSZyG525Vs/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-496347082946367090</id><published>2009-08-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:01:41.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naik Angin dan Ketawa Bingit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SotnsHKt4zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uTq72YiGCqk/s1600-h/ketupat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SotnsHKt4zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uTq72YiGCqk/s320/ketupat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371500988105351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa sesetengah golongan manusia masih lagi terhegeh-hegeh meminta bantuan seseorang sedangkan dia sangat meluat akan seseorang itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sangatlah tidak memahami golongan hipokrit yang merasakan mereka sangat bagus. Kalau dah rasa diri sendiri hebat, kenapa tidak menggunakan apa yang ada pada diri sendiri saja? Kenapa perlu bersama-sama membuat dosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengutuk orang sana sini. Mengata orang sesuka hati. Mencarut seolah-olah ibu bapa tidak pernah mengajar apa-apa ketika kecil dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangat sedih melihat mereka. Golongan kecewa. Entah apa yang dikecewakan sangat pun tak tahu. Kadang-kadang darah muda, tak tahu apa-apa. Sesetengahnya hanya terpengaruh padahal tak tahu pun apa sebenarnya yang berlaku. Bila ada kawan-kawan naik angin, mereka pun rasa seronok dan menyertai acara naik angin yang dianjurkan oleh iblis dan syaitan. Kenapa tidak duduk dan berfikir sejenak yang mana betul dan salah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa sahaja yang anda ingin lakukan anda perlu beringat. Jangan menyesal suatu hari nanti atas tindakan bodoh anda. Jangan biar orang berkata, "I told you so." sambil ketawa dengan nada yang sangat bingit sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Raya kali ini akan ku gagahi jua diri untuk pulang ke Alor Star. Aku mahu makan ketupat daun palas Mama. *giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-496347082946367090?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/496347082946367090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=496347082946367090' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/496347082946367090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/496347082946367090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/08/naik-angin-dan-ketawa-bingit.html' title='Naik Angin dan Ketawa Bingit.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SotnsHKt4zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uTq72YiGCqk/s72-c/ketupat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5985691660322264680</id><published>2009-08-11T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:13:29.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bergosip secara Berhemah.</title><content type='html'>Baca profile aku. Tenung di sana buat seketika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang toleh ke sini semula. Jika ingin bergosip, bergosiplah secara &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://beautifulnara.com/"&gt;berhemah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5985691660322264680?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5985691660322264680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5985691660322264680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5985691660322264680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5985691660322264680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/08/bergosip-secara-berhemah.html' title='Bergosip secara Berhemah.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6966981924695374716</id><published>2009-08-10T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:24:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a million little pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoA7iw2WwSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/G_5F8vVTOSQ/s1600-h/MillionLittlePieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoA7iw2WwSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/G_5F8vVTOSQ/s320/MillionLittlePieces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368356224240107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.&lt;br /&gt;I broke something, Old Man.&lt;br /&gt;How badly is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;It's in a million little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I can't help you.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It can't be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES FREY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6966981924695374716?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6966981924695374716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6966981924695374716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6966981924695374716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6966981924695374716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/08/million-little-pieces.html' title='a million little pieces.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SoA7iw2WwSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/G_5F8vVTOSQ/s72-c/MillionLittlePieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4242247885402279509</id><published>2009-08-09T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:25:35.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setem @ Stamp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sn6ZjdquaZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3j74lReXyqQ/s1600-h/3setem00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sn6ZjdquaZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3j74lReXyqQ/s320/3setem00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367896640410511762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari &lt;s&gt;sabtu&lt;/s&gt; jumaat yang lepas aku telah menonton filem Setem arahan Kabir Bhatia seorang pengarah yang sangat kreatif dan berbakat. Tak percaya? Anda pernah menonton Kekasihku Seru? Nur Kasih? Cinta? Sepi? Tower 13? Filem-filem dan drama-drama yang bagus bukan? Sekarang kamu percaya bila aku beritahu yang Kabir Bhatia sangat berbakat? Berbalik kepada Setem. Sebelum aku menulis tentang review lebih bagus jika anda semua mengetahui apakah sinopsisnya terlebih dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sid dan Joe, dua orang pembelit/penipu diberi arahan oleh bapa angkat mereka, Pak Ramli untuk mencuri Setem Barring yang dikatakan bernilai USD 4 juta. Pak Ramli memerlukan RM500,000 untuk menyelamatkan rumah anak yatim yang diuruskannya. Rumah anak yatim itu juga merupakan tempat Sid dan Joe membesar suatu ketika dahulu. Mereka dengan berat hati bersetuju walaupun tiada rancangan. Akan tetapi, bukan mereka sahaja yang mahukan Setem tersebut. Malah, ketua gangster iaitu Lim Piranha (balak &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kopimilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;penulis kopi milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kopimilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) juga telah mengetahui kewujudan dan nilai Setem itu. Selain itu, Mani iaitu seorang bekas banduan yang baru sahaja keluar dari penjara memahukannya untuk menyelamatkan perkahwinannya. Beliau meminta bantuan Vellu, seorang pengawal keselamatan yang ditugaskan untuk menghantar Setem itu ke Muzium Melaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rancangan yang kompleks mula dirancang oleh semua pihak, tetapi malangnya mereka tidak mendapat Setem itu. Namun, orang yang lain yang tiada kaitan langsung iaitu Aryanto telah memperolehi Setem itu secara tidak sengaja. Beliau seorang pendatang tanpa izin yang baru sahaja tiba dari pelabuhan Klang dan sedang mencari orang tengahnya, Marcello. Marcello yang lebih licik mengetahui nilai Setem tersebut dan mula merancang untuk menjualnya. Malangnya, Setem tersebut sekali lagi terlepas daripada mereka dan jatuh ke tangan Iskandar, seorang lelaki buta, dan kakaknya Alliya. Mereka berdua tidak tahu langsung nilai sebenar Setem itu. Malah, Alliya  menggunakan Setem Barring itu untuk menghantar surat dan posmen itu menjadi sasaran mereka seterusnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Siapakah yang akan memiliki Setem tersebut? Adakah pembelit-pembelit itu akan menang? Atau mungkinkah terdapat penipuan lagi besar yang tidak diketahui mereka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watak Sid (Rashidi Ishak) dalam filem ini ala kadar saja. Seperti biasa di mana ada Rashidi Ishak di situ jugalah ada Vanidah Imran (Alliya). Tanpa Joe (Afdlin Shauki), mustahil untuk watak Sid nampak lebih menonjol. Kombinasi yang agak menarik namun masih belum mencapai tahap superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watak yang dinanti-nantikan oleh &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thegirlwhohatesstrawberries.blogspot.com/"&gt;kanak-kanak yang bencikan strawberry&lt;/a&gt; iaitu Burn yang dimainkan oleh Bront Palarae sangat kelihatan macho dan ganas di screen. Kurang bercakap, selalu bermain dengan lighter dan hanya tahu menyelesaikan segala masalah dengan pistol dan bom. Watak yang agak intriguing dan kelakar pada waktu yang sama. (Tak handsome, sorrylah &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thegirlwhohatesstrawberries.blogspot.com/"&gt;kanak-kanak yang bencikan strawberry&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryanto (Isma Yosoof) seorang Mamat Indon sesat. Sangat kasihan kerana dia tidak tahu apa-apa. Agak kelakar melihat gelagat Si Indon ini berlari ke sana ke mari dengan rasa takutnya. Tak sangka Isma Yusoof ni pernah mengarahkan sebuah drama. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balak&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kopimilk.blogspot.com/"&gt; penulis kopi milk&lt;/a&gt; merangkap ketua gangster, Lim Piranha dimainkan oleh Chew Kin Wah sangat hilarious! Dialogue favourite, "Kalau hampa tak dapat Setem tu, paham-pahamlah. P bunuh diri sajalah. Jangan susahkan saya." Seorang ketua gangster yang bercakap loghat utara, mempunyai rumah yang sangat besar dan mempunyai collection of piranha. (Betul ke tu ikan piranha?) Seorang actor versatile yang pandai mengolah watak yang diberi kepadanya. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar (Que Haidar) merupakan seorang yang buta dan kerjanya bermain muzik di tepi jalan. Dialog kegemaran, "Sabarlah! Bute ni wei" *lol* Bila Si Buta diberi peluang memandu kereta apa yang jadi ya? Nak tahu kena tengok Setem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters lain dalam movie ni boleh tahanlah. Termasuklah Azwan Ali yang melakonkan watak Restaurant Manager. Boleh pulak dalam movie ni jadi lelaki betul eh? Pelik kenapa dalam real life dia ni macam.... well &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://silaserazwanali.blogspot.com/"&gt;uolzzzz&lt;/a&gt; takkan tak tahu kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara keseluruhannya filem ini sangat bagus, kelakar dan worth your money untuk ditonton di silver screen sama tarafnya seperti &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.losdanfaun.com/"&gt;Los dan Faun&lt;/a&gt;. Cuma agak draggy sedikit. Half way tonton ingatkan nak habis dah rupa-rupanya belum lagi. Lain kali jangan buat ending tengah jalan ya? Overall rating aku boleh bagi 8 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.setemmovie.com/"&gt;Official website SETEM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4242247885402279509?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4242247885402279509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4242247885402279509' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4242247885402279509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4242247885402279509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/08/setem-stamp.html' title='Setem @ Stamp.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sn6ZjdquaZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3j74lReXyqQ/s72-c/3setem00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3058605225663999304</id><published>2009-07-26T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:34:32.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klik Link Di Bawah Untuk Masa Depan Yang Gemilang.</title><content type='html'>Bakal-bakal doktor sekalian, sila klik link di bawah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.moh.gov.my/MohPortal/cpgPublic.jsp"&gt;Clinical Practice Guidelines &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat belajar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3058605225663999304?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3058605225663999304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3058605225663999304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3058605225663999304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3058605225663999304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/klik-link-di-bawah-untuk-masa-depan.html' title='Klik Link Di Bawah Untuk Masa Depan Yang Gemilang.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-372802617700646799</id><published>2009-07-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:13:18.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perlu Selalu Ada Chemistry.</title><content type='html'>Orang lain (mungkin) pergi revision class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin sedang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tidur?&lt;br /&gt;-mambaca?&lt;br /&gt;-berLelong?&lt;br /&gt;-berPartner? Chemistry! (jeritan sekuat yang mampu)&lt;br /&gt;-berTheLastHouseOnTheLeft?&lt;br /&gt;-berFB?&lt;br /&gt;-diulit mimpi sudah pasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, aku mahu jadi seorang pelajar perubatan yang rajin. Masih belum terlambat kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Selalu berpesan pada orang lain supaya jangan panic. I know I have to be the change I wish to see in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-372802617700646799?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/372802617700646799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=372802617700646799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/372802617700646799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/372802617700646799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/perlu-selalu-ada-chemistry.html' title='Perlu Selalu Ada Chemistry.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6294690893077521430</id><published>2009-07-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:56:54.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmpxELA010I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S5i8T-ahCr8/s1600-h/2356970951_a7c4484460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmpxELA010I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S5i8T-ahCr8/s320/2356970951_a7c4484460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362222622827665218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAPAR NASI LEMAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called Dream Guy/Prince Charming/The One/Fantasy Guy is someone that a girl can dream about all her life. For me, my Dream Guy should just sit tightly in a plastic bubble in a happy place I called my Forever Land aka my dream and never come out from there. Because, once he became a real life person I know that he will break my heart into pieces. So, here goes the story of a Fantasy Guy. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Muhammad Hariz Hilman&lt;/span&gt; (bear in mind that he is not real and if you know someone with this particular name then it is just coincidental), a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27-year-old Chief Executive Officer&lt;/span&gt; who works in a big ass company which is always overflowing with money. He is the youngest ever recorded CEO in the company. He's been promoted by his boss because of the knowledge, credibility and confidence. Since he is so brilliant, obviously he has to graduate from a top and prestigious school which is known as Oxford University in Mathematics and Accountancy. As far as now you might have labeled him as a total NERD already. Well never mind, we better go on. There's a long way more to go for you to explore my entwined and difficult mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hariz&lt;/span&gt; is someone who is hauntingly hilarious and can crack jokes anytime he wants. The best part is he doesn't even have to try. He can be very serious whenever he has to. He carries himself very well depending on the situation. He is also cranky at times but he learned a long time ago that crankiness doesn't take you very far in life. Hariz dresses very handsomely appropriate to the occasion. He doesn't need help when it comes to which tie to wear with which shirt or which shoes to wear with which pants but most of the time he loves to ask my opinion regarding his appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend most of our time together doing stuff that we enjoy and love. He likes to sport and I too..errr...well, sometimes like to sport. *giggles* He loves hockey. Once in a while I'll join him at the turf. He has his own hockey team where they go for tournament and that sort of stuff. He likes to to travel and I loveeeeeeeee traveling. We decided to go backpacking around the world but since both are busy so we just postponed it to some other time. Money is no problem. It's just time. He's filthy rich, remember? Company with overflowing money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being together with him turned me into a spontaneous person. Like the other day when we were in his car arguing where to go and what to do for our date then out of the blue he just blurted out, "Let's go for laser tag!" Then I said yes and we stopped fighting instantaneously. Just like that. (I wish real life could be that easy. For those who don't know what laser tag is please watch How I Met Your Mother or just google it, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Jangan termuntah okay? Study week sangat bosan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6294690893077521430?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6294690893077521430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6294690893077521430' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6294690893077521430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6294690893077521430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-begins.html' title='The Story Begins..'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmpxELA010I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S5i8T-ahCr8/s72-c/2356970951_a7c4484460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3971580566307341612</id><published>2009-07-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:25:37.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeping Cat.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of final year posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the so-called study break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still like the cat up there. She's cute. Isn't she? Sleeping like that. Dreaming about the future. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;re-organizing her memory&lt;/span&gt;. *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3971580566307341612?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3971580566307341612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3971580566307341612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3971580566307341612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3971580566307341612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-cat.html' title='The Sleeping Cat.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4932567882171819121</id><published>2009-07-18T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:50:11.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondermilk Cuppacakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7Hcb4OFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nH1HGSbJMv4/s1600-h/cuppacakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7Hcb4OFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nH1HGSbJMv4/s320/cuppacakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359981874346735698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7HALLQII/AAAAAAAAAVg/BRundm28OPw/s1600-h/09-ORIENTAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7HALLQII/AAAAAAAAAVg/BRundm28OPw/s320/09-ORIENTAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359981866760487042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7GwobCHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/x6ZP6iw_Ok4/s1600-h/wondermilk+cuppacakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7GwobCHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/x6ZP6iw_Ok4/s320/wondermilk+cuppacakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359981862588188786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am craving for Wondermilk Cuppacakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why is that so? Because food simply makes me happy. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Visit this &lt;a href="http://www.cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; website. They offer varieties of Cuppacakes. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4932567882171819121?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4932567882171819121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4932567882171819121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4932567882171819121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4932567882171819121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondermilk-cuppacakes.html' title='Wondermilk Cuppacakes.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SmJ7Hcb4OFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nH1HGSbJMv4/s72-c/cuppacakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7262723575188363921</id><published>2009-07-16T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:13:54.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berangan Macam Nak Mampus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi Hana bertanya, "Zaf, awak dah sampai phase mana?" Lantas aku pun menjawab secara spontan, "Saya kat phase susah nak terima orang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati tergelak dengan jawapan sendiri. Entah betul entah tidak. Yang pasti jawapan itu keluar tanpa aku perlu susah payah berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles* sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Padahal berangan macam nak mampus lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, tadi aku telah menonton Obsessed. Movie ini menceritakan kisah perempuan gila yang menghabiskan sisa-sisa hidupnya berkhayal tentang sesuatu yang tidak mungkin menjadi kenyataan. Berangan bercinta dengan suami orang. Delusion of love. WTH. Yang menariknya si isteri mempunyai attitude yang sangat macho persis Wonder Woman. Bukan seperti wanita-wanita di dalam drama melayu yang setiap kali hanya tahu menitiskan air mata tanpa berbuat apa-apa. Hey Cik Kak! Nak tunggu bulan jatuh ke riba? Sampai kiamat pun tak, okay? What a waste of energy! Cuba jadi macam Sharon. Memang betul-betul she kicked Lisa's ass. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think this is crazy? I show you crazy, bitch!" - Sharon, Obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergilah tengok movie ni dekat theatre. Not bad at all. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7262723575188363921?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7262723575188363921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7262723575188363921' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7262723575188363921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7262723575188363921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/berangan-macam-nak-mampus.html' title='Berangan Macam Nak Mampus.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5787309988842918</id><published>2009-07-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:58:38.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesan Mama.</title><content type='html'>Mama berpesan setiap kali aku bercakap di telefon dengannya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long, jangan tinggal sembahyang. Jangan lupa baca Al-quran dan jangan lupa baca buku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, jangan risau. Long akan letak Hospital Sultanah Bahiyah sebagai pilihan pertama. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5787309988842918?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5787309988842918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5787309988842918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5787309988842918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5787309988842918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/pesan-mama.html' title='Pesan Mama.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5716448335073559588</id><published>2009-07-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:16:49.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SllVi9Zx9dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w3VwSHOUUX8/s1600-h/tangled+mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SllVi9Zx9dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w3VwSHOUUX8/s320/tangled+mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357407290820523474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the truth. No more lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to step into the real world where I have to get up so early in the morning, go to the hospital, follow up patients, follow rounds and get scolded, get all the work done, get scolded again, do on calls, do post calls, get scolded again and the list goes on and on and on. Not to mention the part where I have to make new friends. I am a bit slow when it comes to the matter of making new friends. Most probably due to my shyness when meeting new people. *vomit* But yeah, that's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss all my friends when we get out from this _______ (please fill in the blank) place. This is just too sad for me. Even for me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any clue what's gonna happen down the road. And that scares me the most. I don't really plan my life (okay, maybe I do plan some certain parts *giggles* but those are fantasies that I build up in my tangled mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I struggle so hard to console myself by telling everything is going to be fine but eventually  I keep on asking 'Is it?' over and over again I end up watching How I Met Your Mother instead of studying. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry right now. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5716448335073559588?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5716448335073559588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5716448335073559588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5716448335073559588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5716448335073559588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-is.html' title='The Truth Is...'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SllVi9Zx9dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w3VwSHOUUX8/s72-c/tangled+mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7661046797735340946</id><published>2009-07-10T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:13:57.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Dicincang Takkan Putus. Blood Is Thicker Than Water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Slfy_2D7urI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lo6Mn11hwQ8/s1600-h/blood+thicker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Slfy_2D7urI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lo6Mn11hwQ8/s320/blood+thicker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357017460438186674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air dicincang takkan putus. Blood is thicker than water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam keluar dengan parents dan adik lelaki. Mereka datang ke sini pun kerana menghantar adik lelaki yang baru mendaftar di Lagenda Group College, Seremban. Tapi sempatlah spend time shopping dan dinner dengan mereka. Parents datang melawat. Siapa yang tak girang kan? Hehe (especially bila tak payah spend duit sendiri. Muahahaha. Just kidding Ma, Ayah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi semalam kami ke Jusco dan Tesco. Cari barang-barang keperluan untuk adik lelaki. He bought pillows, comforter, sweater and all those stuff la. Oh yeah. Tie jugak. Susah betul nak cari barang untuk dia ni. Cerewet dan banyak songeh. Tie mesti yang kecik lebarnya. Alasannya, badan dia kecik so kalau lebar sangat nanti nampak tak proportionate. Whatevs! Haha. Lagi satu susah betul nak cari shirt untuk dia. Semua size M, L and XL. Okay. Adik lelaki aku memang bersaiz kecik dan sangatlah kurus. Diet mengalahkan orang perempuan. Aku melantak makanan pun lagi hebat dari dia (like d'uh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've come to the main part of my story. Yesterday when we were at the cashier counter in Tesco, I had quite a massive argument with my brother. Just because of Nenek's Portuguese Egg Tarts. Lol. He asked me 'Apa tu?' because those tarts were wrapped in a plastic bag. I told him that they're for my friend so don't touch it without answering his question. I know, right. So childish of me. Then he went and touched it! I got so mad I had to raise my voice at him. It went on like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: Hoiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!! Sapa suruh tekan macam tu! Nanti pecah la tart tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik Lelaki: Alahaiiiiii! Aku pegang nak tengok tart tu macam mana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf: Sibuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik Lelaki: Huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were just staring at both of us without saying anything. Hehe. There was nothing they could've done to stop us from fighting. We've been fighting and arguing like this since those days where he pronounced 'mentega' as 'temega' and 'pistol' as 'sepiton'. Lol.  Chiming in in the middle of the fight would obviously make things worst. They learned that a longggggg time ago. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother and I just kept quiet for a while. We did not say a thing to each other for like 15 minutes till suddenly he asked me 'Kak Long. Senawang kat mana?' Only then we started talking and smiling nicely to each other. He even lent me his money so I can buy the Histeria DVD. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That proves the sayings AIR DICINCANG TAKKAN PUTUS and BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Pardon the usage of language. I love Bahasa Melayu and English equally. I know I'm not superb in both. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7661046797735340946?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7661046797735340946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7661046797735340946' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7661046797735340946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7661046797735340946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/air-dicincang-takkan-putus-blood-is.html' title='Air Dicincang Takkan Putus. Blood Is Thicker Than Water.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Slfy_2D7urI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lo6Mn11hwQ8/s72-c/blood+thicker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-2813409588761598692</id><published>2009-07-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:02:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-judgemental Breakfast Club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlbhQk6I2zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z1jHhpS8lH4/s1600-h/roticanaipenang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlbhQk6I2zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z1jHhpS8lH4/s320/roticanaipenang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356716481705466674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people have to be so judgemental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to judge on every little things that others do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they only listen to one part of the story but not another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promise not to judge when you let them take a peek into your closet full of skeletons but in the end they still judge you. They roll their eyes. They smirk at you. They laugh at you so hard they fall down from their chairs. They even steal one of your skeletons to show to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promised not to. But why do they still judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just listen to our stories without their judging eyes rolling and rolling it seem they're gonna pop out from the socket soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do WE have to be so judgemental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't WE just accept that people are different in their own unique ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Non-judgemental Breakfast Club-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Let's have roti canai for breakfast, pretty please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-2813409588761598692?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/2813409588761598692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=2813409588761598692' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2813409588761598692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/2813409588761598692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-judgemental-breakfast-club.html' title='Non-judgemental Breakfast Club.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlbhQk6I2zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z1jHhpS8lH4/s72-c/roticanaipenang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4324505191558596327</id><published>2009-07-07T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:59:53.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Hurts. Ouchie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNF-hYxZGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RR2mDx1lu1o/s1600-h/2349812909_f872721ff5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNF-hYxZGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RR2mDx1lu1o/s320/2349812909_f872721ff5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355701322290127970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNF48aqsrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OuF9vLpyoyU/s1600-h/jimmy_mance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNF48aqsrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OuF9vLpyoyU/s320/jimmy_mance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355701226466620082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNFwL5tYbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PhgkSar8rW0/s1600-h/barney_8091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNFwL5tYbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PhgkSar8rW0/s320/barney_8091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355701076004528562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNFflgwugI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MufMWiZb17g/s1600-h/chuck+bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNFflgwugI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MufMWiZb17g/s320/chuck+bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355700790821435906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality hurts. You wanna know why? Read this. (Didi wajib baca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In reality, there's no such person as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dean Winchester&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dean Winchester is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fictional_character" title="Fictional character" class="mw-redirect"&gt;fictional character&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_CW_Television_Network" title="The CW Television Network"&gt;The CW Television Network&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernatural_%28TV_series%29" title="Supernatural (TV series)"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, portrayed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jensen_Ackles" title="Jensen Ackles"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;/a&gt;. He hunts &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon" title="Demon"&gt;demons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit" title="Spirit"&gt;spirits&lt;/a&gt; and other supernatural creatures with his brother, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Winchester" title="Sam Winchester"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dean was born on &lt;span class="mw-formatted-date" title="1979-01-24"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-formatted-date" title="01-24"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January_24" title="January 24"&gt;January 24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1979" title="1979"&gt;1979&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Winchester_%28Supernatural%29" title="John Winchester (Supernatural)"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Winchester" title="Mary Winchester" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Mary Winchester&lt;/a&gt;. He is the couple's older child, and has one sibling from the couple, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Winchester" title="Sam Winchester"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;, who is four years younger and was born on May 2nd 1983.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dean_Winchester#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; In the fourth season, Dean discovers that has another brother, Adam, John's son with another woman. Dean was named after his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maternal_grandmother" title="Maternal grandmother" class="mw-redirect"&gt;maternal grandmother&lt;/a&gt; Deanna Campbell (and possibly himself), while his brother was named after his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maternal_grandfather" title="Maternal grandfather" class="mw-redirect"&gt;maternal grandfather&lt;/a&gt;, Samuel Campbell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dean drives a black four-door &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967" title="1967"&gt;1967&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevy_Impala" title="Chevy Impala" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Chevy Impala&lt;/a&gt; (given to him by his father), and is a fan of classic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music" title="Rock music"&gt;rock music&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal_music" title="Heavy metal music"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/a&gt;. He says his favorite song is a tie between &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin" title="Led Zeppelin"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramble_On" title="Ramble On"&gt;Ramble On&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travelling_Riverside_Blues" title="Travelling Riverside Blues"&gt;Travelling Riverside Blues&lt;/a&gt;. He always wears a metal &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amulet" title="Amulet"&gt;amulet&lt;/a&gt;, given to him as a gift by his brother,  on a long black cloth band necklace. In "A Very Supernatural Christmas," the necklace is revealed to have been a gift from Sam on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_Day" title="Christmas Day" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991" title="1991"&gt;1991&lt;/a&gt;. The amulet was originally meant for John, and obtained from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Singer" title="Bobby Singer"&gt;Bobby Singer&lt;/a&gt;, but after their father failed to come home for Christmas (as always), Sam gave it to Dean instead, saying "Dad lied to me; I want you to have it," and because Dean had tried to give him a good Christmas. In addition to the amulet, Dean always wears a silver ring on his right ring finger. Dean sports a MTM-Special Ops Watch (The Black Patriot Model) and wears it in the fourth season with a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velcro" title="Velcro"&gt;Velcro&lt;/a&gt; band. He also has a small black tattoo on the upper left side of his chest; it is a protective plated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentagram" title="Pentagram"&gt;pentagram&lt;/a&gt; with rays of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun" title="Sun"&gt;sun&lt;/a&gt; surrounding it. The symbol is said to ward off &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demonic_possession" title="Demonic possession"&gt;demonic possession&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dean appears to be a fan of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Nicholson" title="Jack Nicholson"&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;/a&gt;, and possibly watches &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah" title="Oprah" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;. He tends to make light of some of his and Sam's adventures, and is known to use crude humor and make sexual innuendos. Dean is terrified of flying, and claims that it is the reason why he drives everywhere. Despite his working knowledge of existence beyond death, he is skeptical towards &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion" title="Religion"&gt;religion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dean values his family and their safety more than anything else, even going so far as to kill a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon" title="Demon"&gt;demon&lt;/a&gt; and its human host in order to save Sam's life, as well as selling his own &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul" title="Soul"&gt;soul&lt;/a&gt; to save Sam's life.&lt;/p&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In reality, there is no such person as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Mance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Mance (played by C.J. Thomason) is a local fisherman who couldn't be happier about the Wellington-Dunn wedding coming to Harper's Island because it brings Abby, his high school sweetheart, back to the island. Jimmy immediately renews his pursuit of Abby, even though he harbors some resentment toward her; in seven years she never wrote or called. The years have been difficult for Jimmy, and he did some things that Abby will find very surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In reality, there is no such person as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Barney Stinson is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fictional_character" title="Fictional character" class="mw-redirect"&gt;fictional character&lt;/a&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carter_Bays" title="Carter Bays"&gt;Carter Bays&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Thomas_%28screenwriter%29" title="Craig Thomas (screenwriter)"&gt;Craig Thomas&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CBS" title="CBS"&gt;CBS&lt;/a&gt; television series &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_I_Met_Your_Mother" title="How I Met Your Mother"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, portrayed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Patrick_Harris" title="Neil Patrick Harris"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris describes Barney as a man who "likes to create crazy situations and then sit back and watch it all go down."&lt;sup id="cite_ref-pierce_2-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson#cite_note-pierce-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; In the show, Barney is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Womanizing" title="Womanizing" class="mw-redirect"&gt;womanizer&lt;/a&gt; who almost always wears a suit and is always willing to offer his opinion.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-dransfeldt_0-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson#cite_note-dransfeldt-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Although &lt;i&gt;The Early Show&lt;/i&gt; described him as "utterly devoid of morality", Barney lives by the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bro_Code" title="Bro Code" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Bro Code&lt;/a&gt;", his own code of rules, which includes a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemon_law" title="Lemon law"&gt;lemon law&lt;/a&gt; for blind dates.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-earlyshow_1-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson#cite_note-earlyshow-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; However, according to creator &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Thomas" title="Craig Thomas"&gt;Craig Thomas&lt;/a&gt;, Barney is "a pretty fragile character who's really afraid of being alone. He just wants people to like him, to be important to people, and to have disciples who follow his word."&lt;sup id="cite_ref-macleans_3-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson#cite_note-macleans-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; A flashback in the episode "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_Night" title="Game Night"&gt;Game Night&lt;/a&gt;" reveals that Barney had been an innocent young man who wanted to join the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peace_Corps" title="Peace Corps"&gt;Peace Corps&lt;/a&gt; with his one and only serious girlfriend Shannon. When she left him for a suit-wearing womanizer, Barney morphed into a similar man, even going so far as to adopt some of the man's catchphrases. Barney is also seen to have a gambling problem that he occasionally gets under control, only to relapse as seen in several episodes such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlantic_City" title="Atlantic City" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Atlantic City&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monday_Night_Football" title="Monday Night Football"&gt;Monday Night Football&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In reality, there is no such person as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Charles Bartholomew "Chuck" Bass is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fictional_character" title="Fictional character" class="mw-redirect"&gt;fictional character&lt;/a&gt; in the best-selling &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip_Girl" title="Gossip Girl"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; series of novels, and is portrayed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_Westwick" title="Ed Westwick"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip_Girl_%28TV_series%29" title="Gossip Girl (TV series)"&gt;television series of the same name&lt;/a&gt;. A secondary, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antagonist" title="Antagonist"&gt;antagonistic&lt;/a&gt; character in the original book series, Chuck is a main character in the television series, and serves as the show's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antihero" title="Antihero"&gt;antihero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Bartholomew Bass was born 5.19.91, to the late Evelyn Bass and to the late Bartholomew "Bart" Bass, a self-made billionaire who owns the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Palace_Hotel" title="New York Palace Hotel" class="mw-redirect"&gt;New York Palace Hotel&lt;/a&gt;, where Chuck resides. Both of his parents are now deceased, as of "It's a Wonderful Lie," leaving Chuck with only his step-family, the Van der Woodsens and uncle, Jack Bass. Chuck attends the prestigious St. Jude's School for Boys with long-time best friend Nate Archibald. He is the resident bad boy of the Upper East Side, originally portrayed as a Casanova type. After sleeping with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blair_Waldorf" title="Blair Waldorf"&gt;Blair Waldorf&lt;/a&gt; in "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor,_Victrola" title="Victor, Victrola" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Victor, Victrola&lt;/a&gt;", he has taken on a softer side, and is often shown to be nearly monogamous in light of his love for Blair. He is the male version of Blair when it comes to manipulation and revenge, the two often coming together to form sometimes-elaborate plans for vengeance and self-gain. Fan favorites, they are often described as equals. In the second season, Chuck reveals to Dan Humphrey that his mother, Evelyn Bass, died giving birth to him. With the death of his father, Chuck has essentially come full circle in his character development, now the same dangerous lothario he was introduced as at the start of the show. Chuck's relationship with his father is not a good one. Bart, Chuck's father, on one occasion states, after Chuck tells him he was trying to do something good, that letting people down is Chuck's specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4324505191558596327?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4324505191558596327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4324505191558596327' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4324505191558596327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4324505191558596327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-hurts-ouchie.html' title='Reality Hurts. Ouchie!'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlNF-hYxZGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RR2mDx1lu1o/s72-c/2349812909_f872721ff5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-26014559755299073</id><published>2009-07-05T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:29:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Party and Awesomeness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlCqgvGyIRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_vd-N7Mzaz8/s1600-h/open_durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlCqgvGyIRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_vd-N7Mzaz8/s320/open_durian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354967436320973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from durian party and dinner. We've been planning this for weeks. At last we managed to eat durian sampai rasa muak. Lol. I'm just too full right now. Thanks to Vino, Vimmy and Ram. We had fun, I guess. Muka everyone was like terlalu kenyang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my nose is still overflowing with awesomeness that I can't stop sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel dizzy and every time I sneeze I feel like crying. (Crying is so not my thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had severe migraine I vomited out nothing but yellowish colored fluid at 0800 hours. Then I went back to sleep till 1600 hours. What a sad weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, Nadia called me and we went out for dinner with Syarhan at Johnny's. We ate steamboat. Not bad. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the hostel, I read Vimmy's MSN messages and she sounded so worried. She called me for like 7 times on my phone (I forgot to bring my handphone when I went out earlier). She actually thought that I was really sick and couldn't get up from the bed. And she told me that she was thinking of calling Vino and Ram. But for what? I also don't know. It's not like they can get into the Ladies Hostel and carry me out from the room (according to Vino). Hehe. No lah Vimmy. I wasn't that sick. I'm still awesome. Lol. And the best part was Vimmy bought McD for me thinking that I haven't had dinner yet. Thanks! You know how much I love McD, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still sneezing right now. My cough is also getting severe. I feel so chilly. But no fever as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go see the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just too lazy now. Unless the doctor's face is the exact clone of Dean Winchester's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-26014559755299073?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/26014559755299073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=26014559755299073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/26014559755299073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/26014559755299073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/durian-party-and-awesomeness.html' title='Durian Party and Awesomeness.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SlCqgvGyIRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_vd-N7Mzaz8/s72-c/open_durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6401324353584736290</id><published>2009-07-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:49:26.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For sale: MP3 Player.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIaFzdFkYI/AAAAAAAAATo/orN5daudcfI/s1600-h/depth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZoNyfsBI/AAAAAAAAATY/yKou4FfxJmc/s320/length.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867485956485138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZOwc4FDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vUQ4SJvDD7Q/s1600-h/bottom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZOwc4FDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vUQ4SJvDD7Q/s320/bottom1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867048584451122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bottom view with the casing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZA2_Lm7I/AAAAAAAAATI/7L5J5X6Zaic/s1600-h/bottom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZA2_Lm7I/AAAAAAAAATI/7L5J5X6Zaic/s320/bottom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350866809820781490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bottom view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIYwu_DVVI/AAAAAAAAATA/tl8fAgA09K4/s1600-h/back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIYwu_DVVI/AAAAAAAAATA/tl8fAgA09K4/s320/back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350866532794848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIX9NwjmFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zmmTJ8Jvb8M/s1600-h/access.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIX9NwjmFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zmmTJ8Jvb8M/s320/access.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350865647702349906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:16;" &gt;For SALE: Samsung YP-T10 mp3 Player&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Not sure if it’s available in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Reason for selling : Do not have time to use and also just bought an Iphone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Colour: Jet black. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Memory: 8GB&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Description : Has a screen protector and rubber casing. Tip top condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bought at : SGD 340 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Selling price : RM 550 (inclusive of PosLaju)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To have an overview of its function, please visit:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT2LRuqUl4k&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm helping out this friend of mine to sell his mp3 player. Anyone interested just email me or msn or ym or call me or just write your comment down there, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Do you know why mp3 player is good for you? You can listen to the music and dance it up without making other people curse you for disturbing their afternoon nap. Muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6401324353584736290?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6401324353584736290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6401324353584736290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6401324353584736290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6401324353584736290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-sale-mp3-player.html' title='For sale: MP3 Player.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIaFzdFkYI/AAAAAAAAATo/orN5daudcfI/s72-c/depth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5373203151779136771</id><published>2009-07-02T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:21:46.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Oh Megan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sk1qRVcEPPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H6QbNVEdB6g/s1600-h/megan+n+brian+austin+green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sk1qRVcEPPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H6QbNVEdB6g/s320/megan+n+brian+austin+green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354052378058570994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this article accidentally when I opened up my Yahoo website. It seems like she is scared that people might think of her as a not-so-talented-she-got-the-role-because-of-big-boobies-and-spankable-&lt;br /&gt;ass actress. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly I think she is a great actress who still can look gorgeous even with her aggressive personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1808488000"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; slammed "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809943432/info"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800020334"&gt;Michael Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for focusing more on special effects than acting, but he doesn't mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Well, that's Megan Fox for you," Bay tell the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204621904574249803555118212.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wall Street Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. "She says some very ridiculous things because she's 23 years old and she still has a lot of growing to do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You roll your eyes when you see statements like that and think, 'Okay Megan, you can do whatever you want. I got it,'" he goes on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fox told &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20246950_20263258_20284375,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/a&gt;: "I mean, I can't s--- on this movie because it did give me a career and open all these doors for me. But I don't want to blow smoke up people's a--. People are well aware that this is not a movie about acting."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bay says he "100 percent disagrees" with Fox. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nick Cage wasn't a big actor when I cast him, nor was Ben Affleck before I put him in 'Armageddon.' Shia LaBeouf wasn't a big movie star before he did 'Transformers' -- and then he exploded. Not to mention Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, from 'Bad Boys'," he points out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bay thinks Fox could be a little more grateful, though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nobody in the world knew about Megan Fox until I found her and put her in Transformers," he says. "I like to think that I've had some luck in building actors' careers with my films."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source: Yahoo Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5373203151779136771?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5373203151779136771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5373203151779136771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5373203151779136771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5373203151779136771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/megan-oh-megan.html' title='Megan Oh Megan.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sk1qRVcEPPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H6QbNVEdB6g/s72-c/megan+n+brian+austin+green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-8359088438210129246</id><published>2009-07-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:38:24.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sideswipe and Stingray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vi-ReaGussk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vi-ReaGussk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the one with blades. He transforms from Stingray to Sideswipe. In the movie he goes like, 'Damn. I'm good.' Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhX6FE7fWsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhX6FE7fWsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers' trailer. OMG. I wanna watch Transformers again. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHAT-_dQ3B4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHAT-_dQ3B4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is Chevy Corvette Stingray. Exclusively designed for Sideswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-De67tpJ84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-De67tpJ84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevrolet showing off their Transformers vehicles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-8359088438210129246?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/8359088438210129246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=8359088438210129246' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8359088438210129246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8359088438210129246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sideswipe-and-stingray.html' title='Sideswipe and Stingray.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-6053546252842122153</id><published>2009-07-01T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:43:50.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All Is Crumbling Steady Your Hand.</title><content type='html'>Tolong bawa aku lari dari tempat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sangat craving akan Redbull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih mahu menonton Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku perlu lebih serious dalam study. (The more reason why I need to drink Redbull. Alasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku asyik ulang-ulang dengar Never Say Never by The Fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malasnya nak pergi Ortho Ward.  (Don't get me wrong. Ortho is fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak perkara dalam minda yang tak dapat aku coret di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukuplah sekadar aku menunjukkan kegilaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mahu makan cupcakes atau mungkin blueberry cheese tart lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mahu jadi lebih dewasa supaya bila aku teringat kembali kisah kanak-kanak ini aku hanya perlu ketawa tanpa bersusah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god help me. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-6053546252842122153?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/6053546252842122153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=6053546252842122153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6053546252842122153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/6053546252842122153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-all-is-crumbling-steady-your-hand.html' title='When All Is Crumbling Steady Your Hand.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7302304512901516465</id><published>2009-06-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:44:59.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Kejadian-kejadian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Kejadian-kejadian yang berlaku dua tiga hari ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Final MBBS telah dipostponed sampailah lepas raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Aku dah tengok Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen sebanyak dua kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Aku dah mula rasa insaf dan dah mula study (Note: Sikit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My appetite is increasing day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Benda ni aku rasa kelakar dan maybe aku sorang je akan ketawa. Semalam waktu nak pilih plan untuk exam aku minta maaf dekat Nenek sebab pilihan aku tak sama dengan dia. So funny. Seolah-olah aku ni takut dengan Nenek. Yelah. Sebelum tu dia bagi ceramah sakan pasal plan A. Mana aku tak takut. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Semalam aku makan laksa lemak Sarawak. Not bad. Tapi balik bilik aku dapat rashes sebab dalam laksa tu ada udang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Aku asyik teringat transformers especially Bumblebee dua tiga hari ni. 'Come on bee,' Sam said. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Tadi Ram cakap dengan aku,'You are so ganas. Maybe you'll specialize in ortho or A&amp;amp;E.' Well, I have an aggressive personality. Hehe. (Note: Semalam nak angkat limb orang pun tak larat. How can I specialize in ortho?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I have 2 blueberry cheese tarts, 1 cream puff and 4 cheese buns in my room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Today I ate vegetarian food for lunch and I asked Ram, Vimmy and Tien Gen one important question. What would happen to me if I ate veg food everyday? Then Ram answered, 'Don't Zaf. You'll become like a plywood. Do you know that you are define by your a**? *lol*&lt;br /&gt;P/S: But sadly Vino wasn't there for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7302304512901516465?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7302304512901516465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7302304512901516465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7302304512901516465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7302304512901516465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-kejadian-kejadian.html' title='10 Kejadian-kejadian.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-7768500282725207341</id><published>2009-06-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:54:35.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corvette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbImMZ4LFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ELoXXZ3DmzY/s1600-h/2008-Chevrolet-Corvette-Z06-ClubSport-by-Katech-A.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbImMZ4LFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ELoXXZ3DmzY/s320/2008-Chevrolet-Corvette-Z06-ClubSport-by-Katech-A.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185765666761810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Chevy Corvette Z06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbIg2ChEXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6RL-GmGAfJs/s1600-h/Z06-Blk-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbIg2ChEXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6RL-GmGAfJs/s320/Z06-Blk-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185673763852658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C5 Z06 Corvette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbIc4aukaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-3nC1g89WQo/s1600-h/800px-CorvetteC6Z06yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbIc4aukaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-3nC1g89WQo/s320/800px-CorvetteC6Z06yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185605682794914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 Chevy Corvette Coupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbICWBFP0I/AAAAAAAAATw/PR93NyILxFo/s1600-h/corvette+c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbICWBFP0I/AAAAAAAAATw/PR93NyILxFo/s320/corvette+c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185149771824962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C5 Chevy Corvette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's talk about cars, okay? I'm not a grease monkey or anything but I know a thing or two about cars. Hehe. One of my first favourite cars is Chevrolet Corvette. It is a sports car manufactured in six generations by General Motors since 1953. The generations produced so far, sometimes referred to as C1 (the first) through C6 (the current one), each have various versions with differing features. I'm not going to talk about all generations but the latest ones C5 onwards including Stingray which was featured in Transformers 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Production of the C5 Corvette began in 1997 and ended with the 2004 model year. The C5 was a major change from the long-running C4. The transmission was moved to the rear of the car to form an integrated rear-mounted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;transaxle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; assembly and was connected to the engine by a driveshaft. Gone were most of the squeaks and rattles of the C4. The new C5 was judged by the automotive press as improved in nearly every area over the previous Corvette design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also introduced with the C5 was GM's new &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LS1&lt;/span&gt; small block. This third-generation small block was a completely new design, including a distributor-less ignition and a new cylinder firing order. It was initially rated at 345 horsepower (257 kW) and 350 ft·lbf (470 N·m) torque, but was increased to 350 horsepower (260 kW) in 2001. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;For its first year, the C5 was available only as a coupe, even though the new platform was designed from the ground up to be a convertible. The convertible returned to the lineup in 1998, followed by the predecessor to the Z06, the fixed-roof coupe (FRC), in 1999. Originally, the 1999 FRC was considered to be a stripped-down model with a possible V6 engine (nicknamed in-house as the "Billy Bob"). The powers at be eventually overturned the idea and opted to keep the FRC up to par with both the coupe and convertible. It would later payoff, as the FRC layed the groundwork for the return of the Z06, an RPO option not seen since Zora's 1963 race-ready Corvette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A successor to the FRC C5 made its debut in 2001 as the Z06, a nod to the high performance Z06 version of the C2 Corvette of the 1960s. The Z06 models replace the FRC hardtop (1999–2000) models as the highest performance C5 Corvette. Instead of a heavier double-overhead cam engine like the ZR-1, the Z06 used an LS6, a high-output version of the standard LS1 Corvette engine producing 385 hp (287 kW). Although the Z06's total power output was less than that of the last ZR-1's, the Z06 was lighter and therefore quicker than the ZR-1. Despite these specifications, the ZR-1 still had a higher top speed, thus maintaining its "King of the Hill" status. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;As with the ZR-1, Chevrolet found that added power output did the Z06 little good without platform modifications to bring the rest of the car up to par. A hardtop body, upgraded suspension, larger wheels and tires, a new six-speed manual transmission, along with improved gearing and functional brake cooling ducts, all became part of the total package. The Z06 is 38 lb (17.3 kg) lighter than the previous hardtop C5 thanks to a titanium exhaust (from the catalytic converter back), thinner glass, lighter wheels, and a lighter battery. From 2002 onward, the Z06 produced 405 hp (302 kW) thanks to minor engine modifications including a more aggressive camshaft profile, lightweight sodium filled exhaust valves, stiffer valve springs, and deletion of the precats. Many dynamometer&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dynamometer" title="Dynamometer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tests have proven that Chevrolet underrated the engine by 20 hp (15 kW) giving it a total of 425 hp (317 kW).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 2002 Z06 also received revised rear shock valving and steel links to replace plastic ones of the 2001 model. An Electron blue color replaced Speedway white. The HUD became standard, and the previous forged wheels were replaced by lighter spun cast ones. The fender Z06 badges bear "405 hp" on them. The 2003 models received special silver 50th anniversary badges and revised headliner. Later 2003 models received a more durable steel shift fork instead of aluminum.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;GM claimed that 405 hp (302 kW) versions of the Z06 could make the 0-60 run in 3.9 seconds and through the quarter mile in 12.4 seconds. In the hands of experienced drivers the 2002–2004 Z06 has made 11 second passes. The current quarter mile record is 11.7. The car's top speed of 176 mph (283 km/h) was achieved in 5th gear at 6,500 rpm(redline), as 6th gear was an overdrive/economy gear. It proved to be a well rounded track vehicle as well, with the ability to do more than simply accelerate. Thanks in part to its upgraded suspension system, the Z06 is capable of holding its own against contemporary versions of the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Dodge Viper&lt;/span&gt; and even the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Porsche 911 Turbo&lt;/span&gt; around a road track.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 2004 Z06 Commemorative Edition came with a carbon fiber hood which saved some weight and also received polished aluminum wheels. In addition it was equipped with a Nürburgring-tested suspension tuning to improve handling, along with an exclusive Le Mans blue color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The new C6 gets an overhaul of the suspension geometry, all new bodywork with exposed headlamps (for the first time since 1962), a larger passenger compartment, and a larger 6.0 L (~366 cu in) engine. Overall, it is shorter and narrower than the C5 to gain wider appeal to the European market. The 6.0 L LS2 V8 produces 400 hp (298 kW) at 6000 rpm and 400 ft·lb (542 N·m) of torque at 4400 rpm. Its redline is increased to 6500 rpm. With a 0-60 time of less than 4.2 seconds, it places this sixth generation Corvette into a true supercar status.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;The C6 retains the relatively good &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;fuel economy&lt;/span&gt; of the C5, due in part to its relatively low &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;drag coeeficient&lt;/span&gt; and low curb weight, achieving 18/27 &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mpg&lt;/span&gt; (city/highway) when equipped with an automatic transmission. The manual version is slightly better at 18/28; like all manual transmission Corvettes since 1989, it is fitted with Computer Aided Gear Selection (CAGS) to improve fuel economy by requiring drivers to shift from 1st gear directly to 4th in low-speed/low-throttle conditions. This feature is what helps the C6 avoid the gas guzzler tax while achieving better fuel economy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;For 2008, the Corvette received a mild freshening: a new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GM_LS_engine"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; engine with displacement increased to 6.2 L (~378 cu in), resulting in 430 hp (321 kW) and 424 lb·ft (575 N·m) of torque (436 HP and 428 TQ if ordered with the optional performance exhaust). The 6-speed manual transmission also has improved shift linkage and a 0-60 time of 4.0 seconds, while the automatic is set up for quicker shifts giving the C6 Automatic a 0-60 time of 4.3 seconds, faster than any other production automatic Corvette. The interior was slightly updated and a new 4LT leather-wrap interior package was added. The wheels were also updated to a new five-spoke design.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2010, the Corvette has the return of the Grand Sport model which is a wide body Z06 offered in a Targa, and convertible. There is now a launch control system that will allow for more optimal launch across the whole Corvette model range.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The new Z06 arrived as a 2006 model in the third quarter of 2005. It has a 7.0 L (7,008 cc/427.6 CID) version of the small block engine codenamed&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GM_LS_engine"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LS7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Officially certified output is 505 hp (377 kW). Its performance is comparable to the third generation &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Dodge Viper SRT-10&lt;/span&gt;. Official performance figures indicate that the Z06 can reach 60 mph (97 km/h) in just 3.9 seconds from a standing start in first gear, hitting 0–100 in about 7.3–8.2, with a quarter mile time of 11.8 and a top speed of 198 mph (electronically limited).  In their March 2007 comparison, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Car and Driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; selected the Corvette Z06 as the winner of their three-way comparison test of performance cars, with the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Porsche 911 GT3&lt;/span&gt; finishing second and the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Lotus Exige S&lt;/span&gt; third.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In addition to the larger engine, the C6 Z06 has a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;dry sump&lt;/span&gt; oiling system, ensuring proper engine lubrication during periods of high (lateral) acceleration and allowing the engine to be mounted low inside the chassis. Connecting rods made out of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;titanium&lt;/span&gt; further lighten the reciprocating mass of the engine while being stronger than the steel rods they replace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;In a radical departure from anything Chevrolet has ever done before, the primary structural element of the C6 Z06 is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;aluminium&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;steel&lt;/span&gt; as on the non-Z06 cars. The hydroformed aluminium frame remains dimensionally identical to its steel brethren but is significantly lighter. The front fenders are made of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;carbon fiber&lt;/span&gt; to reduce weight, while wider rear fenders allow for the wider tires necessary to deal with the engine's increased power. For an additional mass savings of 6 kg, the Z06 replaced the base model's aluminum engine cradle with one made from high pressure &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;die cast magnesium&lt;/span&gt;. The Z06 officially weighs 3130 lb (1421 kg), giving it a power to weight ratio of 6.2 lb/hp (3.8 kg/kW or 361 bhp (269 kW) per tonne). The C6 Corvette Z06 is the first and only 500+ hp production car to avoid the U.S. government &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Gas Guzzler Tax&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-AS2007_21-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevrolet_Corvette#cite_note-AS2007-21"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;The 2007 Z06 had minor changes including slight softening of the rear suspension. Some magazine test drivers had announced that the suspension was slightly unstable at the limit and did not perform up to their original estimates. Chevrolet announced the models were pre-released, and for 2007 they would retune the damping. In more recent tests the Corvette has shown improved driveability and track manners.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;In 2008 the Z06 received the new TR6060 six speed manual transmission, which replaces the T-56. The steering rack was improved with a better machining process and the interior plastic bezel were improved. An optional full leather interior (option 3LZ) also became available in limited quantities due to constraints.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For 2009 the biggest change was the addition of the new "Spider" style wheels. The supplier for many parts was changed from Delphi to BOSCH making a few components no longer backward compatible. The rear hatch electronic pull-down motor is also standard after many complaints for Z06 owners about the rear hatch being too hard to close. This feature was originally removed in the Z06 to save weight. Other changes include variable steering ratio, unique "Z06" sill plates, and updated software for the Active Handling and Traction Control systems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It's a lot of information. I know. Hehehehehe. But for those who love cars hope u have some fun time with this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-7768500282725207341?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/7768500282725207341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=7768500282725207341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7768500282725207341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/7768500282725207341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/corvette.html' title='Corvette.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkbImMZ4LFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ELoXXZ3DmzY/s72-c/2008-Chevrolet-Corvette-Z06-ClubSport-by-Katech-A.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-5039101410242863634</id><published>2009-06-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:17:04.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up on me, alright?</title><content type='html'>I live in fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aims are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure. This right now the thing that's been staring me in the face for 5 years wasn't part of my plans at all. But I'm glad I chose this over something else. I met so many wonderful people over the years. Thanks to you guys for not giving up on me. Cewah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-5039101410242863634?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/5039101410242863634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=5039101410242863634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5039101410242863634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/5039101410242863634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-give-up-on-me-alright.html' title='Don&apos;t give up on me, alright?'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-767738065686467286</id><published>2009-06-24T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:42:42.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIaFzdFkYI/AAAAAAAAATo/orN5daudcfI/s1600-h/depth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIaFzdFkYI/AAAAAAAAATo/orN5daudcfI/s320/depth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867994283446658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZ43sJI4I/AAAAAAAAATg/mGZkehpPaz0/s1600-h/top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZ43sJI4I/AAAAAAAAATg/mGZkehpPaz0/s320/top.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867772082037634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;top view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZoNyfsBI/AAAAAAAAATY/yKou4FfxJmc/s1600-h/length.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZoNyfsBI/AAAAAAAAATY/yKou4FfxJmc/s320/length.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867485956485138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZOwc4FDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vUQ4SJvDD7Q/s1600-h/bottom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZOwc4FDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vUQ4SJvDD7Q/s320/bottom1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867048584451122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bottom view with the casing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZA2_Lm7I/AAAAAAAAATI/7L5J5X6Zaic/s1600-h/bottom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIZA2_Lm7I/AAAAAAAAATI/7L5J5X6Zaic/s320/bottom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350866809820781490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bottom view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIYwu_DVVI/AAAAAAAAATA/tl8fAgA09K4/s1600-h/back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIYwu_DVVI/AAAAAAAAATA/tl8fAgA09K4/s320/back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350866532794848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIX9NwjmFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zmmTJ8Jvb8M/s1600-h/access.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIX9NwjmFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zmmTJ8Jvb8M/s320/access.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350865647702349906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:16;" &gt;For SALE: Samsung YP-T10 mp3 Player&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Not sure if it’s available in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Reason for selling : Do not have time to use and also just bought an Iphone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Colour: Jet black. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Memory: 8GB&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Description : Has a screen protector and rubber casing. Tip top condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bought at : SGD 340 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Selling price : RM 550 (inclusive of PosLaju)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To have an overview of its function, please visit:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT2LRuqUl4k&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm helping out this friend of mine to sell his mp3 player. Anyone interested just email me or msn or ym or call me or just write your comment down there, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Do you know why mp3 player is good for you? You can listen to the music and dance it up without making other people curse you for disturbing their afternoon nap. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-767738065686467286?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/767738065686467286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=767738065686467286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/767738065686467286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/767738065686467286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-sale.html' title='For Sale.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SkIaFzdFkYI/AAAAAAAAATo/orN5daudcfI/s72-c/depth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-391814363475201473</id><published>2009-06-14T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:12:57.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing Machine Part III</title><content type='html'>I only have one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing machines in Ladies Hostel are douche bags. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-391814363475201473?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/391814363475201473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=391814363475201473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/391814363475201473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/391814363475201473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/washing-machine-part-iii.html' title='Washing Machine Part III'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-8670928263700611657</id><published>2009-06-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:00:26.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan Bakar 2 Nights In a Row.</title><content type='html'>Perut sudah kembung. Mata sudah sepet. Suara-suara orang di sekeliling seakan-akan menjauh seperti echo. Inilah symptoms post-melantak ikan bakar (bukan ikan bakar yang sebenar kerana ikan jenak tadi telah di masak tiga rasa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niat pada mulanya mahu menjamu selera di Muara Sungai Duyong tetapi terpaksa dibatalkan kerana suasana di sana seperti pasar borong yang dipenuhi dengan ikan-ikan segar dan lautan manusia. Ketika menunggu giliran untuk mendapat tempat duduk Sheila telah menelefon Didi agar kami ke restoran berdekatan yang jaraknya hanya 500m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampainya kami di sana, aku sangat kagum kerana suasana yang sangat romantik dihiasi dengan lampu-lampu neon dan pohon-pohon jati (menurut Didi). Kami memesan ikan jenak tiga rasa, sotong goreng tepung dan kailan ikan masin. Nasib baik tak order udang, sekilogram berharga RM75. Bukan kedekut tapi kurang duit *giggles*. Agak lama kami menunggu barulah makanan sampai. Sehingga berkesempatan berpindah meja atas permintaan pengunjung lain yang mahu duduk bersama-sama dengan ahli keluarganya. Nasib baik Didi tak mengamuk. Cukuplah dengan hilai tawanya yang berjaya menakutkan orang yang bertanya. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus terang aku katakan makanan tadi tidak menyelerakan tekak. Memang agak mahal dan tidak berbaloi. Bak kata Khatib,'Padanla kene bayar RM75 untuk udang, siap ade orang main alat muzik lagi. Jadi kite kene menikmati muzik tu sehabis baik.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku syorkan kalau nak makan ikan bakar silalah ke Muara Sungai Duyong yang seribu kali lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tadi juga kami terserempak dengan pengacara-pengacara 3R yang tengah busy shooting sambil makan ikan bakar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-8670928263700611657?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/8670928263700611657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=8670928263700611657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8670928263700611657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/8670928263700611657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/ikan-bakar-2-nights-in-row.html' title='Ikan Bakar 2 Nights In a Row.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-3321899684152477285</id><published>2009-06-13T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:34:19.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper's Island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SjNxaxTDQSI/AAAAAAAAASw/BP5w3AkSXSI/s1600-h/harpers-island-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SjNxaxTDQSI/AAAAAAAAASw/BP5w3AkSXSI/s320/harpers-island-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741887342690594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started watching this series a few days back when Didi and Sheila introduced it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You get a wedding invite and decide to go and partake in the festivities and food.  What could go wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad question, especially if you’re going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harper’s Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harper's Island is about a group of family and friends who travel to a secluded island off the coast of Seattle for a destination wedding. This island is famous for a streak of unsolved murders from seven years ago. Although they've come to laugh and to love, what they don't know is they've also come... to die. As the wedding festivities begin, friendships are tested and secrets exposed as a murderer claims victims, one by one, transforming the wedding week of fun and celebration into a terrifying struggle for survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In every episode, someone is killed and every person is a suspect, from the wedding party to the island locals. By the end of the 13 episodes, all questions will be answered, the killer will be revealed and only a few will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wholly addicted to Harper's Island right now. I hope my brain will allow me to multitask tonight so I can write my surgery cases and simultaneously watch Harper's Island at ease. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend to those who love thriller movies or series to watch Harper's Island. It's kind of interesting and intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Siapa-siapa yang penakut seperti Nenek dinasihatkan menonton series ini dengan rakan-rakan yang lebih berani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.cbs.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-3321899684152477285?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/3321899684152477285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=3321899684152477285' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3321899684152477285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/3321899684152477285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/harpers-island.html' title='Harper&apos;s Island.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SjNxaxTDQSI/AAAAAAAAASw/BP5w3AkSXSI/s72-c/harpers-island-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159095843495953995.post-4724266697961388544</id><published>2009-06-13T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:07:29.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glass House.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SjNeCFH24BI/AAAAAAAAASo/S9hePKaftwQ/s1600-h/glasshouse_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SjNeCFH24BI/AAAAAAAAASo/S9hePKaftwQ/s320/glasshouse_lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346720572446793746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start over, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mature the blog should mature with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the glass house, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1159095843495953995-4724266697961388544?l=zafchel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/feeds/4724266697961388544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1159095843495953995&amp;postID=4724266697961388544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4724266697961388544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1159095843495953995/posts/default/4724266697961388544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafchel.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-house_13.html' title='The Glass House.'/><author><name>zafirah alias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741451174742889941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/Sxuth0mSFLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/W9l3zZyGN-w/S220/zaffy+n+hana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPpSOptZdGU/SjNeCFH24BI/AAAAAAAAASo/S9hePKaftwQ/s72-c/glasshouse_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
