<?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-5811058782516665232</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:19:34.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K I S M E T</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1955120887107475324</id><published>2010-03-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:39:31.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migration II</title><content type='html'>Wordpress is tooooooooooooooooo complicated for me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shazana-wazir.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1955120887107475324?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1955120887107475324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1955120887107475324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/migration-ii.html' title='Migration II'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2162155588322325123</id><published>2010-03-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:03:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://shazanawazir.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2162155588322325123?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2162155588322325123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2162155588322325123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/migration.html' title='Migration'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2221204478249457965</id><published>2010-03-21T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:25:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Til we meet again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2221204478249457965?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2221204478249457965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2221204478249457965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/til-we-meet-again.html' title='Til we meet again :)'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-252420347278026610</id><published>2010-03-20T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:27:15.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I did</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you that I don't want to lose you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I thought you're the one?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I'm so happy with you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that you're the best I ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that you're different than others?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I like talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I like you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I just want to be with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-252420347278026610?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/252420347278026610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/252420347278026610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-did.html' title='I wish I did'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7411339594179335729</id><published>2010-03-20T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T03:18:04.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>I hate it when I think I'm the fattest person on earth. I really really really hate it. I hate it when I still eat like there's no tomorrow even when I think I'm the fattest person on earth. I really really really hate it. I hate it when I still stuff in food into my mouth when I'm still full. I really really really hate it. I hate it when I know I'm fat and I should eat less but still I doubled up the portion of food I eat everyday. I hate to be fat cause I have to eat less and I hate to eat in a very small portion cause I love food. I hate it when I eat too much cause I'll regret after that for I know I'm fat and I shouldn't eat much. I hate it when people say that I'm not fat just to please me. I know I'm fat so just say it. So, yeah I'm fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: guess what :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7411339594179335729?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7411339594179335729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7411339594179335729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4827318264235185641</id><published>2010-03-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:34:15.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6RyjVEPyCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RPchMfBk-Yc/s1600-h/audi-r8.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/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6RyjVEPyCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RPchMfBk-Yc/s320/audi-r8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450607400301086754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just imagine a hot, tall, bald guy take me in this. We go around the city. After that, he took my hand and put the car's key in my hand and say, "it's now yours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaang baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can dream, can't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4827318264235185641?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4827318264235185641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4827318264235185641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant-this.html' title='I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant this!'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6RyjVEPyCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RPchMfBk-Yc/s72-c/audi-r8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5029292770234592036</id><published>2010-03-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:10:59.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K-k-k-k-arma</title><content type='html'>Now listen to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Before i love and leave you&lt;br /&gt;They call me heart breaker&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna decieve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not easy to please&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;Told you from the start, baby from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Before i love and leave you&lt;br /&gt;They call me heart breaker&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna decieve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not easy to please&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;Told you from the start, baby from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres not point trying to hide it&lt;br /&gt;No point trying to erase me&lt;br /&gt;I know i got a problem&lt;br /&gt;By doing this behavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not easy to please&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;Told you from the start, baby from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5029292770234592036?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5029292770234592036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5029292770234592036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/shoot-me-with-this.html' title='K-k-k-k-arma'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3781621575235376232</id><published>2010-03-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:46:42.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6MOrhvgh-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DPI8dIWVams/s1600-h/tumblr_kyzg5yx17M1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6MOrhvgh-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DPI8dIWVams/s320/tumblr_kyzg5yx17M1qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450216115003230178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3781621575235376232?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3781621575235376232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3781621575235376232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/try-this.html' title='Cool!'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6MOrhvgh-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DPI8dIWVams/s72-c/tumblr_kyzg5yx17M1qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6847702675819508817</id><published>2010-03-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:44:10.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're better than the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6JB9kZFx1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/lY2LunyIkPU/s1600-h/Smile_by_x_loveyou_x.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/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6JB9kZFx1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/lY2LunyIkPU/s320/Smile_by_x_loveyou_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449991025068459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay now, I want you to smile"&lt;br /&gt;"Snap picture of you smiling then send it to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lah! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6847702675819508817?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6847702675819508817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6847702675819508817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='You&apos;re better than the best'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S6JB9kZFx1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/lY2LunyIkPU/s72-c/Smile_by_x_loveyou_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8429062025661584534</id><published>2010-03-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:40:14.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerity vs. sympathy</title><content type='html'>Last night, someone called me, we talked. He managed to calm me down for a minute and half. Thanks. I used to love him, I used to hate him too. No, still hating him until this very day. Sometimes he made me feel like I'm very special to him and I don't like it that way. I don't want to be good to him because I feel sorry for him. I hate to do or to feel something because of sympathy. Sincerity comes first. When you want to adopt a child for instance, adopt him because you like him, you love him and you want to really look after him. Don't adopt him because you feel sorry to see him living without a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sincere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8429062025661584534?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8429062025661584534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8429062025661584534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/sincerity-vs-sympathy.html' title='Sincerity vs. sympathy'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5920937118712950714</id><published>2010-03-18T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:38:30.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't people see that I have a heart too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Being 18 doesn't mean you're big enough. If you still can't do something for the family then don't be proud of being 18!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm 18 and still act like a kid. I'm sorry for that. I can't just change from a little girl to a wise young lady in just a blink of an eye. I need time, there's a lot more I need to know and need to learn. I know I need to do something for the family. No, there's a lot that I need to do for the family. I just need time to figure out ways to give those help. I know exactly what's going on with everyone, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you that I care for the family. After all this while I just keep quiet because I'm thinking of ways to help out. But wait, why should I even bother to tell you because I know all you are going to say is "I'll try to believe you". Or maybe I should just make it more obvious that I am actually worried to see what everyone else is seeing. I should let you see my tears every night. I'm trying to not make it obvious that I'm worried because I know you'll be more worried, I know you love me. Why can't you understand that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5920937118712950714?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5920937118712950714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5920937118712950714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-18-doesnt-mean-youre-big-enough.html' title='Why can&apos;t people see that I have a heart too?'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7240987993269339110</id><published>2010-03-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:26:58.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like others,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S5-xEhAh6JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4zqvrZq-GlA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 44px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S5-xEhAh6JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4zqvrZq-GlA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449268765279774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience has it's limit, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I think I'll be having my period very very soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7240987993269339110?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7240987993269339110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7240987993269339110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-like-others.html' title='Just like others,'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S5-xEhAh6JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4zqvrZq-GlA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2759328156365074383</id><published>2010-03-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:35:07.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't ask for more</title><content type='html'>I have the world's greatest parents; Mr. and Mrs. Wazir&lt;br /&gt;I have the world's greatest soulmate; Elina Suhaili&lt;br /&gt;I have the world's greatest best friends; Keyla, Mai, Aznil, Imran&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget&lt;br /&gt;I have the world's greatest boyfriend; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: life's fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2759328156365074383?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2759328156365074383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2759328156365074383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/couldnt-ask-for-more.html' title='Couldn&apos;t ask for more'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2607327138061711283</id><published>2010-03-12T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:07:18.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersyukur</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to others! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2607327138061711283?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2607327138061711283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2607327138061711283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/bersyukur.html' title='Bersyukur'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4634164221527767280</id><published>2010-03-09T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:06:13.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind at chaos</title><content type='html'>Now I know that the hardest thing to do is to pretend that you're okay when deep down inside you feel like the whole world is crashing down on you. It's like everyone is letting you down without mercy. No one seem to make the effort to make you feel better. Why have to pretend? Because to see your loved ones worry about you is worst! So, pretending is necessary at some occasions I guess? And for that I can conclude that I'm pretty good at pretending I'm okay when I'm not. Sighs. And oh, I don't think this is some kind of hypocrisy because at the same time I'm learning how to get myself out of the tangle by my own. Is that bad? Whatever, I don't know what crap I'm writing down here. My mind isn't functioning well. Still not knowing the exact cause but my instinct is saying that it's because result will be out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda annoying when everyone is talking about it. It's stressful when you know your family put a slightly high expectation on you. I have to tell that I didn't really do my best for the SPM due to some unstable emotions which I know I should've known how to handle them. But yeah, it's too late to think of that. This is torture; haven't been sleeping well for a few nights, fell down the staircase a few times. I really am stressed out, my increase in weight can tell. The more I write the more I feel I-don't-know-what-word-to-use-to-describe-the-feeling. So, I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm fine. This is just another seek-for-attention post. Good luck for all SPM 2009 candidates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4634164221527767280?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4634164221527767280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4634164221527767280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/mind-at-chaos.html' title='Mind at chaos'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5943901762625459483</id><published>2010-03-04T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:05:34.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down memory lane</title><content type='html'>I was listening to some good music until my cousin, Mr. Pot knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pot: buku Maths ada simpan lagi tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me: tengok la dalam kotak tu&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pot: fuh, banyak sial buku. Khamis ni kalau tak dapat elok memang saja ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's kinda sial of you to say that. I just watched him digging out all the books from the box. Physics, Biology, Additional Mathematics, Sejarah, English, Bahasa Melayu, Mathematics (found it!, Mr. Pot) Looking at those books made me pause the present time and set to press the rewind button in my mind. Rewind button pressed and I was back in time where revision books are like my best friends. I sleep, eat with them. I carried them everywhere I go. Without reading the books, my days were not complete. I am not a smart ass, obviously but I just can't look at all those good students study. It challenged me. So, thanks a bunch to all those smarty pants! And one thing about me is, I can't just read and study. I have to write something on the book. Doodling is so my favourite until this very day. The books have all these cute little stick boy and stick girl. They are almost on every books. Oh, one more thing. I remember my Sejarah revision book. I can't remember the title of the book but it has the number 360. My friend introduced me the book. I liked it because all the content is good. I remember I used to highlight every single words in the book. It's Sejarah so everything is fact! :p And oh, all those exercise books are not completed. It's either I did half way or I didn't do at all. Trust me, you can find a lot of clean, new books in the box. I'm such a lazy ass. By the way, result is coming out this Thursday. Seriously, I don't know what I will be getting. I have no idea at all. I hope to get excellent result. The dream to get straight A's is too high for me. Don't dream too high little girl. But yeah, there's hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5943901762625459483?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5943901762625459483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5943901762625459483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking down memory lane'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1825887902602403044</id><published>2010-03-03T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:23:14.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you very much&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/5811058782516665232-1825887902602403044?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1825887902602403044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1825887902602403044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8704213060735976297</id><published>2010-02-28T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:45:15.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1 month 22 days experience working at Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of February and my last day working at Starbucks. Yeah, I've stopped. Not that I was fired or what, it's my wish to stop working. For the past 1 month and 22 days, I think I've learned a lot from the people there. My first few days of working were not so good. I felt reluctant to go to work for I don't know what reason. Maybe, I hate being the only 'kid' there. I had no one to talk to. I mean, I didn't have anyone to hold a not-related-to-work conversation. I wanted to quit but I tried to work for a few days more because I know trying to adapt to new environment isn't easy. So, I tried and I managed to get myself adapt to the whole new environment there. After that, I didn't feel reluctant to go to work but after a few days, a new thing came and it's called laziness. But, I have found ways to overcome it. Well done, Shazana. So, been working like I've got no life at all. I didn't have time for movies and that's very sad. But thank God, I can still managed to spend time with family and friends. Haha, cakap as if la aku ni kerja bagus sangat. Working with the people there is fun. Especially the closing partners. Tipu lah if tak pernah sakit hati kerja sana. But, I did somehow enjoy myself. I had times where I laughed my ass off. Even I'm just a casual labour but they treated me just as same as all other partners. And of course, there were times when I feel so pissed and fed up working there. But I know it's all part of working. I can't just want things to be like how I want it to be, I can't expect things to be the same all time. I'm growing up so I have to understand that things are not the same. And and, after working as just a casual labour they did give me something as the token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S4tJE80bD6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/k-jjOV7mkWc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S4tJE80bD6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/k-jjOV7mkWc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443524924001685410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two Bearusta Bears and a Starbucks mug with some good words written on it. I feel appreciated. And yeah, that's one of it. Learn to appreciate not just when we have lost that something or someone, we should just appreciate when we still having them. Show it. And of course, the rest are all the making drinks skill. I spilled hot boiling water on my own hand, I spilled hot boiling milk on my body, I cut my finger a few times, I dropped food on the ground, I made wrong drinks a few times too, I cursed people a lot, I learned how to mop the floor now that I'm very good at it (haha), I washed the dishes every day, minus all the mandi whipped cream experience and a lot more. Cheers!&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/5811058782516665232-8704213060735976297?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8704213060735976297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8704213060735976297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-1-month-22-days-experience-working.html' title='My 1 month 22 days experience working at Starbucks'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S4tJE80bD6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/k-jjOV7mkWc/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-9051547960228439623</id><published>2010-02-26T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:21:50.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sdasduebc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xsopuasd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;kajfyasofam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;jbfasjkgusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;hdainhkdsn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-9051547960228439623?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/9051547960228439623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/9051547960228439623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/fake-awake.html' title='Fake Awake'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1132933370872393248</id><published>2010-02-24T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:44:31.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose Petals and It's Thorns</title><content type='html'>It's silly when someone starts to think about something that is rarely thought by others and suddenly it became an issue. Ever wondered why we only see people happy and rarely see them sad? Only certain people see the ugly side of things. No, they aren't pessimist. They're just being concern. Haha, big fat liar. Okay, let's begin. You see a very bright student scores in her studies and every school activities. Sorry, I'm being a sexist here. Proceed. She joins every competitions. She involves in all the school activities and yet, she managed to get straight A's in her examinations. The entire school knows her and she is loved and envied by everyone. From what we see, she must be very happy in achieving the Best Student Award. We want to be like her. Very successful. Her parents must love her so much. She probably can get everything that she wants. But what if she's not happy with her life? What if she is forced by her parents to get everything that her parents want and not her wish? Surely, she's not happy to do all that kan? But, she has to because she's being forced and because she can't decide what's the best for herself just because she's being tied to the best student in school whatever bullshit it is. Poor little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see a mother, a housewife who is very loving and caring. She takes a very good care of her family. She cooks everyday, she cleans the house, she has to do the laundries without complaining. She's very patient. She seems to be very happy doing all the chores. That is what we see. What if she feels very tired to do all that. Yeah, that's her responsibility but she needs breaks too. She needs her own time too. What if deep down inside, she feels sad to do the same thing every single day. She hopes her children can lend a helping hand but they don't. They let their mother do everything for them. And what if this lady wants a family vacation? She wants to spend time with her husband. What if her husband is too busy with work and that makes her feel that they're falling apart. Women have a very very very very very soft heart. What if actually she's not happy with her life but she has to pretend so because she loves her family. Poor mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see a father works very hard for the family. But still, he has time to spend with his family. He works very very very hard because he wants nothing but the best for the family. He loves his family so much. He would do anything for the family. Even if he has to go out of the country, the first thing on his mind is his family. He knows that they're actually worry about him so he has to pretend that everything is fine although the truth is he has to attend meetings here and there. He has no time for meal. He has to pretend that his job is not torturing even deep inside, he wants to quit. But he can't because the love for his family. He can quit his job if he wants to but he wants to show to his children that there's no such thing as giving up. Problems can be solved. Nothing is easy but we have to keep on trying. Don't look back and don't give up. Poor father has to stand with all the hassles at the office just because he wants the best for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any specific reasons why I'm posting this. The sun shines so brightly outside. Mom just went out with her friends. Adik-adik are at school. Abah is somewhere in Seberang Jaya. Mai is at her lab, Elina is at her shoes store, Keyla must be at home dealing with her PMS. I'm bored and cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1132933370872393248?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1132933370872393248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1132933370872393248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/rose-petals-and-its-thorns.html' title='The Rose Petals and It&apos;s Thorns'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-527401406742902861</id><published>2010-02-24T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:40:05.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra Cadabra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Eh, I remember you! We met once in Pavi kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG, he still remember me. Excited nya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-527401406742902861?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/527401406742902861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/527401406742902861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/abra-cadabra.html' title='Abra Cadabra!'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3850776710027874344</id><published>2010-02-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:39:19.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I am not going to let myself to go into that bloody room. Na-ah, never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3850776710027874344?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3850776710027874344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3850776710027874344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6345398577876876964</id><published>2010-02-22T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:35:39.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE something is behind THE nothing</title><content type='html'>A: Ey, go throw rubbish la&lt;br /&gt;B: Come, let's go&lt;br /&gt;A: Apa ni? Throw rubbish pun kena teman ka?&lt;br /&gt;B: If you're not coming with me then how the hell am I going to throw THE rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;A: Just throw yourself! Easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feminine part of me is surfacing. I'm a little bit more sensitive now. Bad thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6345398577876876964?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6345398577876876964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6345398577876876964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-is-behind-nothing.html' title='THE something is behind THE nothing'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1468538157337377001</id><published>2010-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:03:32.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I'm right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I've found&lt;br /&gt;THAT someone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, hell yeah it's too early isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1468538157337377001?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1468538157337377001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1468538157337377001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hope-im-right.html' title='I hope I&apos;m right'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4264891346213956925</id><published>2010-02-10T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:25:27.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreplaceable</title><content type='html'>Last night was another boring night. I got back from work and found out there were no one at home. Except, mak tok. I got myself cleaned, had dinner, watched TV and that's it. I'm not much of a TV person, so yeah couldn't stand watching TV for too long yaw! Weird much? Went up to my room, checked phone (as usual) there were 4 missed calls and 8 messages from the same person. And that got me mood swing. I was super annoyed and pissed off. Then, I called Fadd. It's been a while since the last time we talked on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haaaaa.............. (couldn't finished my haaaaaluuuuuu)&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: Naaaaaaaaa! (screaming)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's your problem lah dey? Menjerit tak tentu hala.&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Me: How are you? I'm bored lah&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: You think?&lt;br /&gt;Both: Shiiiiiiiittttttttttt! (Be Without You was on air)&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: Naa, I miss her (Maria).&lt;br /&gt;Me: I miss him (the late Danial).&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: Hey, are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know what, I think I'm getting weaker by days. I always feel I need someone to talk to, but there's no one. No one can replace him.&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: Apa ni Naa? You have made it through over the past 2 years. And yeah, no one can replace him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fadd, I rasa even if I dah married pun kan, there's still a piece of my heart with him in it.&lt;br /&gt;Fadd: Not to sound gay, but I pun rasa macam tu. He was a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fadd, think I'm not in the mood sangat lah now. Nanti I call lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial, I'm sorry but I can't help myself. I miss you. I really really want to talk to you. There's a lot that I want to tell you. You've been such a wonderful friend to me. No, not just to me. But to all of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off to bed early last night with the hope that I could meet you in my dream :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4264891346213956925?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4264891346213956925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4264891346213956925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/irreplaceable.html' title='Irreplaceable'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1661159418870741444</id><published>2010-02-08T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:32:51.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope he will read this</title><content type='html'>Please don't treat me like I'm your girlfriend. We're just friends and there's a limit to it. Stop thinking that I love you because I don't. Be thankful that I can still be your friend. Don't expect me to be the same girl that you've fooled once. Don't ask me why I'm not picking up your calls because obviously, I don't want to talk to you. Don't text me every single day, I hate to see your name appear on the screen of my phone. Please know the boundaries. Yes, I'm avoiding you and that's because, I'm scared if all my responses make you think that I'm giving you hope. I just want us to be friends and nothing more. Is it so hard to understand that I don't love you anymore. I've made it clear, I've said it to you. I've said it clearly. What else do you want from me. Stop showing that you care about me so much because it annoys me. Just stop doing everything you're doing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1661159418870741444?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1661159418870741444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1661159418870741444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hope-he-will-read-this.html' title='I hope he will read this'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4715989189204262688</id><published>2010-02-08T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:43:59.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W380i</title><content type='html'>Flip open the phone, go to Contacts. Scroll down and stop at contact list #99. Spend few minutes staring at the phone screen. Then, flip close the phone back because it may not be the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boredddddddd -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4715989189204262688?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4715989189204262688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4715989189204262688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/w380i.html' title='W380i'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2935281826700172015</id><published>2010-02-07T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:12:41.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck, this is cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The only time she knows is when she is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  Babe I dont think I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Why baby?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't know. I need your boring voice to put me to sleep. Wanna tell me a story? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hahah, you're lucky that you're cute. How about I read you Dear John.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Sounds perfect. - Boy reads Dear John- - 15 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *snores*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Babe?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *snores*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hahah, you always knock out within 15 minutes. Your snores are cute. Babe, I really love you. I really do. Sometimes I might show that I dont give a f***. But I do. I never want to lose you. I know it's cheesy, but this is how I feel. This is REAL. I know I'm not the best thing out there, but I'm trying to be one of your best ever. Thank you babe, thank you for choosing a messed up guy like me to be your boyfriend. Thank you for being mine. I honestly can't see myself with anyone else but you babe. I know I say I love you too many times, but each time I say it, my feeling grows more &amp;amp; more for you. Thanks for listening babe. I'll still be on the phone if you need anything. Goodnight babe &amp;amp; sweet dreams. I won't let the bed bugs bite you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute cute cute cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2935281826700172015?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2935281826700172015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2935281826700172015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-this-is-cute.html' title='Fuck, this is cute'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1957505695939642377</id><published>2010-02-05T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:33:49.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h55P7F8rW8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/h55P7F8rW8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss the 'ketat' moment with Colin and Terence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1957505695939642377?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1957505695939642377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1957505695939642377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3849393254917300512</id><published>2010-01-26T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:27:36.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SGGS, I'm proud of you :)</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to the school to be listed one of  the 20 Top Schools in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S18XeZstGRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zKuOs_rJze0/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S18XeZstGRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zKuOs_rJze0/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431085486694013202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once a Georgian, forever a Georgian" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3849393254917300512?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3849393254917300512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3849393254917300512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/sggs-im-proud-of-you.html' title='SGGS, I&apos;m proud of you :)'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/S18XeZstGRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zKuOs_rJze0/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3143334724387347887</id><published>2010-01-24T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:16:13.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly one</title><content type='html'>The girl fell in love with the boy. They were deeply in love. One day, the boy said something wrong that hurt the girl. She felt disappointed with the boy who she thought can take a good care of her (some girls are not independent enough to look over themselves -__-'). And, they broke up. The girl felt miserable and she thought of talking to someone hoping that it will make her feel better. So, she called her best male friend. They went out to the coffee shop, ordered hot chocolate and a slice of cheese cake. The girl told the other boy almost everything about her ex-boyfriend. She was devastated. She almost cry while telling her story. Luckily, her best male friend isn't a jerk. He listened to each of her words. Once the girl done telling him everything, he smiled. That warm smile made the girl felt much more better. Then the other boy gave the girl his wise words. The girl felt alive again! Days passed by and now, the girl and the other guy are together. Cliche?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3143334724387347887?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3143334724387347887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3143334724387347887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-one.html' title='Silly one'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7074599353269243573</id><published>2010-01-23T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:57:06.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>I know you were always there for me. During the ups and downs. But, I never make myself available for you especially when the sky is gray on your side. No, it's not me changing or what not this is just myself. I hate to say sorry even I know it's my fault. I hate to say thanks even after you did a lot to make me smile again. I don't care if we used to share silly stories together. Those were the days. I can't remember what I did that makes you feel that I understand you, feel your pain. I don't seem to know why I was being so stupid to always be by your side. What did I get in return? I don't care if you want to hate me because I never loved you. Your tiny little voice annoys me every  time we talked. Your so-called cute attitudes make me wanna puke every time you're with me. Your face makes my heart burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that the distance keeps us apart. Tell you what, throw your thought away because we are really falling apart. Don't waste your time to think of ways to keep us together back, it won't happen. You're deleted and I don't feel bad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7074599353269243573?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7074599353269243573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7074599353269243573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8184970448931716567</id><published>2010-01-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:43:49.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One out, one in</title><content type='html'>Hey friends! If you ever felt like the world is being so unfair to you, you're wrong. I thought such a way once but now I can see the beauty behind those not-very-good days that I've been going through lately. People come and go, yeah but remember you should appreciate those who never moved. These people are usually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invisible. &lt;/span&gt;There's always reasons behind everything that happens. Perhaps, you're not happy now but hey! Don't worry too much, the day will come. It's just a matter of time. I had my hard times and now I'm having a very very very good moments with people around me and I'm very very very glad. Don't look back. What's done is done, the world doesn't just stop here. Move on darling, you have a big world to face. You'll meet a lot more of wonderful people in time to come. This is just experience. These are what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went shopping! Bought shoes, jeans and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my-favourite-thing&lt;/span&gt;. I had the most wonderful midnight conversation last night. Dreams do come true sometimes. Don't let your ego conquer yourself. Ego tu tak boleh bagi kenyang pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Seconds to Mars, please come to Malaysia. I'm having this thing people called sangap of you guys ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8184970448931716567?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8184970448931716567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8184970448931716567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-out-one-in.html' title='One out, one in'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6036091623177542567</id><published>2010-01-17T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:58:36.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip zip zaaaaap!</title><content type='html'>Noticed something? Yeah, I've been posting all the emo blogs nowadays. Silly me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6036091623177542567?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6036091623177542567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6036091623177542567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/zip-zip-zaaaaap.html' title='Zip zip zaaaaap!'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4967246861628484891</id><published>2010-01-17T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:42:36.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I can sing well,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGrkoAEpPlA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/QGrkoAEpPlA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will sing this to you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4967246861628484891?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4967246861628484891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4967246861628484891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-can-sing-well.html' title='If I can sing well,'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6539889374122169051</id><published>2010-01-17T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:56:04.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A B C</title><content type='html'>A - Available: still only for that someone. Bodoh&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend: girl named Shazana Wazir&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: banyak&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's Name: Md Wazir Mohamed Daud&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest Person To Talk To: myself&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Band: 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears Or Worms: Gummy Worms! :p&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Penang, Perak&lt;br /&gt;I - Instrument: acoustic guitar &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;J - Job: barista -.-"&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: not now&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest Car Ride: Penang to KL to Melaka to JB&lt;br /&gt;M - Milk Flavor: strawberry&lt;br /&gt;N - Number Of Siblings: first&lt;br /&gt;O - One Wish: :)&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias: a few&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote: "for you I will"&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason To Smile: a reply from him is enough&lt;br /&gt;S - Song You Last Heard: Remembering Sunday, All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;T - Time You Woke Up: 7 am&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown Fact About Me: pemarah&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable: carrot!&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst Habits: malas mandi&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rays You've Had: MRSM stuff&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your Favorite Food: tosai&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign: Capricorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6539889374122169051?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6539889374122169051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6539889374122169051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/b-c.html' title='A B C'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-479004600904195954</id><published>2010-01-17T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:06:07.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>Because people take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Because a friend used to call me often but now, no more.&lt;br /&gt;Because my friends are happy now and some have forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;Because a friend thinks that I don't have a heart just because I don't show my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love that friend and will always try to be by her side no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't mind if that friend has forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm happy for that friend.&lt;br /&gt;Because he left me when I still love him, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't show him how much I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;Because finally I've found that someone after almost three years.&lt;br /&gt;Because he was the one who said "I love you" first.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love him too much.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm used to keep things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because I get confused too often.&lt;br /&gt;Because I care too much.&lt;br /&gt;Because it sucks when he isn't around.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Because no one knows what's inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm strong enough to go through hard times all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because I can only tell my feelings to that one person.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not good enough for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-479004600904195954?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/479004600904195954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/479004600904195954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-am-i-shazana.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5409407065730443293</id><published>2010-01-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:08:57.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Mat Rempit experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had work from 9 pm to 3 am last night. Around 2, I was sweeping the shop then I saw a rabble of mat rempits in front of Tesco. They made Tesco as track. Since it was my first experience, so I was astounded a little. Lol. Grace said this is normal. And a few mintues later, I heard one of my cliques said "they got caught already!" Yes, I saw police cars and I was super excited to see the new Subaru police car. Haha. And of course there were a bunch of mat rempits. And here's the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8dea82d19170f7a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8dea82d19170f7a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331741294%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DCE96C10AA6648719F5DA7BC6952FD66FD98795.24BC5A23DB46ED42D624A6A3E605A52C757A1E3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8dea82d19170f7a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4yptb0vaBX4rAHZyWJ4mgEcIa6I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8dea82d19170f7a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331741294%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DCE96C10AA6648719F5DA7BC6952FD66FD98795.24BC5A23DB46ED42D624A6A3E605A52C757A1E3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8dea82d19170f7a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4yptb0vaBX4rAHZyWJ4mgEcIa6I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to Mr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-don't-know-his-name-actually&lt;/span&gt; for the video :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after watching the free movie, all of us, Grace, Alex, Yee Lin, Amin and myself got back to our works. I was told that all these mat rempits will have to walk to the police station and yes, I saw them walking. It was like a parade man! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5409407065730443293?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8dea82d19170f7a5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5409407065730443293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5409407065730443293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-mat-rempit-experience.html' title='My first Mat Rempit experience'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-178208097453445115</id><published>2010-01-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:44:34.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a barista and I can dangdut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GUEV1Udou0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/_GUEV1Udou0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Niceee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-178208097453445115?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/178208097453445115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/178208097453445115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-barista-and-i-can-dangdut.html' title='I&apos;m a barista and I can dangdut!'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4116520906937937492</id><published>2010-01-14T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:49:51.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This song makes me smile, widely :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bi8cRehfrxA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/Bi8cRehfrxA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4116520906937937492?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4116520906937937492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4116520906937937492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-song-makes-me-smile-widely-d.html' title='This song makes me smile, widely :D'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1056987863936978865</id><published>2010-01-12T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:57:31.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and there</title><content type='html'>I worked until 2 pm yesterday and whoot! I've got some friends visited me yesterday. Thanks, Ena, Mai and Aznil. After working Mai and Ena asked me out to Gurney so I went home and cleaned myself ding ding dong dong then Aznil came and picked me up to Gurney. Since I didn't had my lunch yet so Ena suggested the Hot and Roll paratha. It was nice and spicy. Haha. After eating, we headed to Red Box. All of us were singing macam gila. I was super exhausted but when it comes to singing fuh, semangat! Haha. We finished around 7 pm then we went to the near by food stall for dinner. I had Char Kuey Teow and air kelapa biji for dinner. After dinner, Aznil went home straight away while Ena, Mai and myself went to Green Lane McD to buy McFlury for my adik-adik. After that, went back to my house cause I wanted to take my things cause gonna spend the night at Ena's. After that we went back to Gurney cause Mai forgot to pay the parking fees. After Gurney, we went to Bertam to Mai's. She wanted to take her things too. After that, we went to Seven E, I wanted to buy prepaid reload ticket. Then suddenly Ena's mom called and said gate Recsam dah tutup so we changed the plan to just overnight at my house. Poor Mai had to drive here and there. She asked me to drive but I was super tired so I didn't, sorry babe! So, that's all. I had fun. After school life isn't that bad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1056987863936978865?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1056987863936978865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1056987863936978865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-and-there.html' title='Here and there'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-645005473826244641</id><published>2010-01-10T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:00:36.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I've finished school and soon to be 18. Legal age baby! I just can't wait. After this I can watch 18 movies dengan senang hati. No need to worry about my height anymore -.-" I've started my driving class and I hate it. The process is like forever man! And I don't like my insturctor, somehow. At some points, I just feel like stopping this bloody driving class and continue driving illegally. But, I've paid so redah je! It's always bad to stop doing something half way. Thanks to some friends that now the world knows that I'm working, barista at Starbucks. Wanted to quit after working for a couple of days but I guess now I'm okay with everything. So, most probably gonna continue working until end of next month. That's all I guess. Off to work-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-645005473826244641?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/645005473826244641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/645005473826244641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-updates.html' title='Quick updates'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3122319489308902943</id><published>2010-01-02T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:26:04.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mama ♥</title><content type='html'>I couldn't upload my mom's picture due to some error. Anyways, yeah today January 2nd is my mom's birthday. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3122319489308902943?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3122319489308902943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3122319489308902943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mama ♥'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5108765353765638382</id><published>2009-12-30T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:27:31.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SzttaPHDXlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6iehrpyTC7s/s1600-h/4a56524427d7926275082e1f3e81ed35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SzttaPHDXlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6iehrpyTC7s/s320/4a56524427d7926275082e1f3e81ed35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421046873970662994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big year for me. SPM, a little bit of this and a little bit of that. A rough year. Let's go by months, but I can't really remember what has happened though. Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started school. I was so excited on my first day. Everyone was like "wey ni last punya first day!" Ha-ha. It sucks when your parents forget your birthday. Abah and Mama forgotten mine this year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day, I feel disgusted to think of it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Mia, Roti Bakar Kopitiam (some maybe know what I'm trying to say here) Mid-term exam. I failed my Chemistry HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything that happened in this month -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL, prom dress. Mid-year exam. I did quite well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchantment Under the Sea, I ruined it! Had a good night dancing with Sya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's birthday, free calls, Facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debaran SPM semakin memuncak, study groups, stayed up, puasa and this is when I started to be close to that someone. Kut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya, trials. Okay, I didn't do well for my trial :( Semakin rapat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th day of the month until the 25th day of the month &lt;3 *playing You Sang to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM, struggle, pain, pressure. Al-Fatihah: Tok Ngah. Last day of SPM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I wasted a lot of time and I'm missing some people. Hate to say this, but I'm lonely. Sya and Munzir, yeah happy to see they're happy together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The year 2009 has taught me a lot of things. As you grow older, you'll get more grumpy-er. A lot of hardwork needed to make it to the peak of the tower called success. People don't really understand what they're saying. Don't be surprise if your best friend told you that he/she will always be there for you but when you need them they aren't there. People tend forget littlest things like that. Don't get mad when a person tells you that he/she loves you but the next thing you know is they're leaving, for good. They do love you, they just don't want to keep on lying to you. They just want the best for you. When someone tries to love you, appreciate that. He tried, at least. It's okay to cry when you feel like to. Don't just keep those tears, it hurts. It's okay to be emo sometimes, you're being yourself. Don't ignore your friends even if they did ignore you a few times. Don't hide your feelings, it kills you from the inside. There's no point telling the whole world that you're broke cause no one can help you with that. If a friend calls you in the middle of the night crying, don't hung up. Try your very best to keep them calm. Don't ever use your mom's face wash! HA-HA When your parents aren't talking to each other, don't try to do anything. Just act normal, don't show them your worries. Don't text you friends when you're driving. When a guy tells you that he can be a jerk, trust him. When your boyfriend calls you very early in the morning, answer and talk to him. Nothing feels as good as talking to your boyfriend in the morning. When your boyfriend doesn't tell you that he loves you that often, don't think that he does not love you, he does. If your boyfriend is sick, don't try to act as if you're his mom. Do not annoy your ex-boyfriends. Don't make assumptions. Don't act cool or nice in front a hot guy in the presence of your friends. When your friends think that you're immature, don't freak out. You know yourself better than others. Don't let people make decisions for you. It's your life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5108765353765638382?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5108765353765638382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5108765353765638382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SzttaPHDXlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6iehrpyTC7s/s72-c/4a56524427d7926275082e1f3e81ed35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3262478884551590189</id><published>2009-12-28T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:44:35.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPoWV6wOggE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/fPoWV6wOggE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3262478884551590189?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3262478884551590189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3262478884551590189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-love.html' title='Me Love'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8764414607628791674</id><published>2009-12-28T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:27:33.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please smile?</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/_3Avdd5qslOg/SziWEh2t6JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aEjcaOMqO0s/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SziWEh2t6JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aEjcaOMqO0s/s320/DSC01118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420247156091906194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8764414607628791674?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8764414607628791674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8764414607628791674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-smile.html' title='Please smile?'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SziWEh2t6JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aEjcaOMqO0s/s72-c/DSC01118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2158936400552833371</id><published>2009-12-27T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:11:56.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I'm waaaay better than YOU</title><content type='html'>I am stronger than you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a guy to wish me "good night" and "good morning" every day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a guy to say "I love you" to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't take my friends for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I don't just ignore my friends because they don't have something that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to see my friends happy, I don't envy them if I'm not as happy as they are.&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to be something I'm not to just you know- to act cool.&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry over small matters.&lt;br /&gt;I am not as grumpy as you are.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I don't look good. (maybe I do, a little)&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful for what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't twist my words. (maybe I do sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;I am not an attention seeker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2158936400552833371?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2158936400552833371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2158936400552833371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/reasons-why-im-waaaay-better-than-you.html' title='Reasons why I&apos;m waaaay better than YOU'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7265734624972609905</id><published>2009-12-26T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:20:51.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, this is weird</title><content type='html'>I feel like crying. Don't know why, just feel like to -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7265734624972609905?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7265734624972609905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7265734624972609905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-this-is-weird.html' title='Okay, this is weird'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4573829471498493409</id><published>2009-12-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:53:47.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going strong</title><content type='html'>It took me one year and five months to love you&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I need another one year and five months to&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4573829471498493409?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4573829471498493409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4573829471498493409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-strong.html' title='Going strong'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5030693019860016127</id><published>2009-12-19T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:27:42.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter-est-inggg</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/_3Avdd5qslOg/Syzwc1aB9WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y5X9mgd35VA/s1600-h/1236209638PkB6Z5z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Syzwc1aB9WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y5X9mgd35VA/s320/1236209638PkB6Z5z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416968829983126882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting kan?&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm nice? Think again ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5030693019860016127?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5030693019860016127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5030693019860016127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/inter-est-inggg.html' title='Inter-est-inggg'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Syzwc1aB9WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y5X9mgd35VA/s72-c/1236209638PkB6Z5z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8282074246851475346</id><published>2009-12-19T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:14:10.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>First get into my room, on my dressing table there's one small purple box. It's really small you really have to look for it. Open it and there it is, our treasure of love sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8282074246851475346?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8282074246851475346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8282074246851475346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2870207421943067937</id><published>2009-12-17T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:01:04.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gada-gada-gada-gada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay nak pi mandi dah ni -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2870207421943067937?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2870207421943067937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2870207421943067937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-again.html' title='Hey again'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2333062481641114176</id><published>2009-12-12T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:29:55.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchh</title><content type='html'>After waiting for so long, finally there's someone who has the guts to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to me. You don't have to know who, but I like this person so much that he has the guts to do so. He texted me and this is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- that person&lt;br /&gt;B- me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: U nak tau something. Actually i rasa u ni teruk&lt;br /&gt;B: Okay, and why is that so eh? I bunuh bapak u ka?&lt;br /&gt;A: Tak, well i guess belum sampai tahap tu. It's just that i rasa u suka ingat yang u ni hebat, kira u the best la. Padahal u're nothing je pun&lt;br /&gt;B: Jap, what did i do to u eh?&lt;br /&gt;A: U did nothing but i rasa annoyed with u. U're extremely annoying u know&lt;br /&gt;B: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes! U suka buat yang u know everything padahal u cetek pemikiran. U suka buat yang u ni cool habis, u suka takmau admit apa yang u rasa, u suka ingat yang u ni expert in life habis&lt;br /&gt;B: Lagi?&lt;br /&gt;A: The truth is, your friends tak berapa nak comfortable dengan perangai u. Tapi sebab u single which i don't see what's the connection, so kawan-kawan u takmau nak bagitau u sebab diaorang takut that it might hurt u&lt;br /&gt;B: Tell u what, i sikit pun tak marah. I know i annoying gila, i know! I know that i ni teruk. I tunggu a person yang berani nak tell me all these but sorang pun tak berani. Why semua nak kena ingat sebab i don't have a person yang boleh back up i kira i ni weak. Maybe i am. Okay, i admit, i jealous dengan my friends sometime. I teringin nak rasa apa yang they feel but at the same time, i know i kena change. I've tried (insert name)!&lt;br /&gt;A: Why u kena buat macam tu? Why u kena tunjuk dekat guys yang u ni kononnya tak senang nek kena tipu? U dah lain gila Shazana. Lain sangat&lt;br /&gt;B: If only u boleh rasa apa yang i rasa now&lt;br /&gt;A: Stop saying that. Semua orang rasa macam tu. Jangan la ingat u sorang je yang unfortunate. U ni selfish. Bodoh sombong&lt;br /&gt;B: Thanks (insert name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least now I know. Thanks, thank you so much. Surprisingly, I don't feel so down. I feel normal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what's best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2333062481641114176?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2333062481641114176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2333062481641114176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouchh.html' title='Ouchh'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4365144499087107627</id><published>2009-12-10T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:32:01.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke, bored, broke, broke, bored.</title><content type='html'>Home sweet home. Ah, not sweet anymore since I've done all my works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clean the room [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Do the laundry [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Clean up the closet [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Read the newspaper [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Wake Fadd up [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Call Fadd [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Finish 'The Lesson of Her Death' [√]&lt;br /&gt;-Search for recipes to cook tomorrow [√]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything done and I'm bored. I need to find a job. I need to fill up my time, I need to learn to earn my own money, I need to socialise more, I need money, I need money and I need money. I just got back from school and Farah just went back home. I'm alone and I'm bored. Called Fadd but he is up to something -.-" I wanna go out but I'm broke, I've no money. Not as much as I had yesterday. The money that is left now is for me to spend next week. I've no idea how am I going to survive with only that much of money. Berjimat cermat amalan mulia Shazana. Give yourself a try. Financial problem always got me a major headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to KL for the KLWMBC but to think again, it's in KL. So, it's better for you not to go Shazana. Not now! Shittt, I'm bored and I'm broke. Well, not really broke but I have to save up for the BIG day. I ate three donuts at a time. Bloated. I miss my kakak, hope she will come back next week. I've promised to myself to be a good girl from now on. I won't use any harsh words on guys (exceptional for some guys), I'll try to be as polite as posible towards some girls, especially my girls, I'll try to show people that I HAVE FEELINGS TOO, I want to show to some (insert word) that there are a lot of difference between US, I want to say ' I love you' to my parents more often and and I want to treat my boyfriend (if I have one in time to come) nicely (: Okay, that sounds bitchy but above all this, I want people to know that I do appreciate them no matter how bad they hurt me. See, that's my problem. I forgive people easily. Too easy in fact that they tend to repeat the same mistakes that will make me feel sad. HA-HA I sound so lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4365144499087107627?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4365144499087107627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4365144499087107627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/broke-bored-broke-broke-bored.html' title='Broke, bored, broke, broke, bored.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8282121801554445191</id><published>2009-12-09T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:12:08.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT</title><content type='html'>SPM is over and I'm very glad for that. Now you can see kids hanging out at the malls. Dah habis seksa exam lah katakan. As for me, I'd prefer to stay and enjoy the serenity at home. So I didn't go out with my friends. Cuti lama so tak payah nak kecoh and pulun nak keluar lah Shazana. Friends did ask me out but sorry I just don't feel like going out YET. I'll ask you out if I feel like to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sombong lah Shazana ni&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever, seriously whatever (!) I've been going through a lot for the past few months. All the bullshits started exactly on February 2nd and everything just ended on December 8th. And that was approximately 11 months and that is almost a year. WOW! Now I'm proud of myself. I've been going through all that alone for almost a year, surprising much. Never thought I could be this strong. And now I think I deserve plenty of time to let myself feel free because YOU have no idea how gruelling the journey of shit was. And for that I think YOU should quit saying this and that, quit making assumptions (!) YOU didn't even realise how people are saying that I've changed, or shall I say that YOU don't care about it. I'm sure YOU don't, YOU are always busy with your so-called important agendas. No matter how busy YOU are and no matter what people said about me being a totally different person, I just want YOU to know that YOU are still one of THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8282121801554445191?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8282121801554445191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8282121801554445191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-it.html' title='FUCK IT'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2757533967199560407</id><published>2009-12-08T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:52:37.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We ended it with smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sx49zghN9mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n92WRgkYdfI/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sx49zghN9mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n92WRgkYdfI/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412831757257799266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sx49kjlJl-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MN3Kuq5blBo/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sx49kjlJl-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MN3Kuq5blBo/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412831500381558754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOPE TO SEE YOU GEORGIANS AGAIN! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2757533967199560407?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2757533967199560407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2757533967199560407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-ended-it-with-smiles.html' title='We ended it with smiles.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sx49zghN9mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n92WRgkYdfI/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3467924977994425317</id><published>2009-12-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:21:53.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling once, calling twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could feel that something isn't right in this house. Something stinky.&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/5811058782516665232-3467924977994425317?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3467924977994425317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3467924977994425317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/calling-once-calling-twice.html' title='Calling once, calling twice'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3885267708031851240</id><published>2009-12-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:57:40.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</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/_3Avdd5qslOg/SxiWJ1XAcdI/AAAAAAAAADk/482Vh2OkQEg/s1600-h/Mazda-RX8-4-Q96EHV2OYS-1024x768.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/_3Avdd5qslOg/SxiWJ1XAcdI/AAAAAAAAADk/482Vh2OkQEg/s320/Mazda-RX8-4-Q96EHV2OYS-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411240047972217298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mazda RX8&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/_3Avdd5qslOg/SxiWD0Fy4zI/AAAAAAAAADc/AECW7DW7MFM/s1600-h/Kawasaki+Ninja+250R+08++1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SxiWD0Fy4zI/AAAAAAAAADc/AECW7DW7MFM/s320/Kawasaki+Ninja+250R+08++1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411239944552375090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kawasaki Ninja 250R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3885267708031851240?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3885267708031851240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3885267708031851240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/12/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SxiWJ1XAcdI/AAAAAAAAADk/482Vh2OkQEg/s72-c/Mazda-RX8-4-Q96EHV2OYS-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1862813283834925963</id><published>2009-11-30T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:49:34.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat this and go fart somewhere else</title><content type='html'>Idiots come.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots go.&lt;br /&gt;Assholes stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Fadd, my phone is 'under maintenance'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1862813283834925963?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1862813283834925963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1862813283834925963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/11/eat-this-and-go-fart-somewhere-else.html' title='Eat this and go fart somewhere else'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-869447349655416744</id><published>2009-10-31T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:32:30.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>menujupuncak.</title><content type='html'>17 days to go and yes, I'm not all prepared. But, I will get myself 100% ready within these two weeks.I hope I can make it. I just happened to wake up early this morning so just thinking to do some last-words-before-SPM-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all friends, I'm sorry if I ever did anything wrong to you especially my words. I know I hurt you people sometimes without realising it. Tambah-tambah time my mood swing. I'm sorry head to toe, you know sometimes you can't hear yourself say anything but you said it (?) Anyways, doesn't matter what I did that hurt you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I ever call you with some weird and not so good names. Sometimes melawak terlebih, aku kan over. So, ampunlah. To school pals, thanks for all the guidance and support. I know I can't make it through those hard times without you girls. And, I'm sorry for not being a good one in return. Halalkan makan minum and everything else. To others, sorry for my wrongdoings. Sorry to annoy you too much. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. I'm leaving for the war. Pray for me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-869447349655416744?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/869447349655416744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/869447349655416744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/10/menujupuncak.html' title='menujupuncak.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1278379676985621244</id><published>2009-10-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:41:22.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abah, Mama &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hari ni aku kusut gila babi sampai la petang tadi, lagi dok jadi kusut macam mak hilang anak. Lol. So, dengan penuh rasa kusut dan serabut, I went down with my frizzy hair and cari mama. "Ma, kakak rasa sangat serabut" and mama said okay. Mothers always understand their kids. I know and I'm glad that I have such a wonderful mom. Then, mama told abah "your daughter just (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert words&lt;/span&gt;). Jom bawak dia pi somewhere" seriously (?) I was shocked. My mom understands me sampai macam ni (': So, I went up to get myself ready then headed to Queensbay, the nearest kancah maksiat. Lol. In the car, mama and abah were giving me some good words. "He wants you to focus on your SPM first" , "I know you will be fine, kakak kan anak abah" etc. Reached QB and first place to go, Baskin Robbins. I need ice-cream when I'm too stressed out. After that, we went to After Hours. Abah needs a new watch. After that, we went to Guardian. Oh oh, on the way to Guardian, there was an Air Asia booth depan Famous Amos. I saw this one guy, I think he's from Citi Bank cause he was wearing a Citi Bank shirt. He's HOT! And he wore Versace jeans, must have lots of money too. Yumm yumm! Lol. Enough with the craps. Went to Guardian, bought my toiletries and Cadbury Bournville. Really need one at the moment. I wasted a lot of money today. Shopping is good, especially when you're too stressed out. Really. I wanted to go to Forever 21 then depan Esprit ada tunjuk tunjuk car, apa lagi abah punya favourite lah ni. Abah was asking the salesman about the car that I never thought abah likes. It was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SuRPOhLZ6HI/AAAAAAAAADE/MJ0FICU5t7U/s1600-h/SuzukiSwift.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/_3Avdd5qslOg/SuRPOhLZ6HI/AAAAAAAAADE/MJ0FICU5t7U/s320/SuzukiSwift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396525364339665010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUZUKI SWIFT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Ma, since when abah suka kereta macam ni?" and mama said, "taktau lah abah ni". Then, jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kakak, nak try get in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Huh? Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You like it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You want this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woi! I'm dreaming ka (?) Wrong question lah abah, you should ask "nak colour apa?" Lol. So, I just smiled as a respond. Abah faham la if anak dara dia ni dok sengih-sengih macam kerang busuk. Haha. After wasting some money at Forever 21, went to Coffee Bean. Dapat caffiene best ni. I was in the line, there was a chinese lady in front of me. OMG, dia punya la banyak tanya and I noticed that the kakak pun macam dah annoyed gila babi. Haha. After getting myself a regular Mocha Ice blended with cream, turned and woof! Saw another hotstuff. Haha. Then went back home. And in the car, mama and abah were still giving me their good words. "kakak, jangan study sampai tak tidoq, otak kita kena rest jugak", "don't worry about SPM too much, your health is more important", "esok tak payah pi school, rest at home. You're under a lot of pressure" ayat ni paling heaven. Lol. I was touched by mama and abah (': Thanks mama, thanks abah. I know you two are always there for me through the hard times. You always have my back. And thanks Allah for giving me all the strength to face what I'm facing now. And, thanks to dearest friends and Dr. Fikree. I need to study now, need to focus on my SPM. Dia cakap focus SPM dulu then we'll talk bout it. Lol. I end this with a warm smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still love you (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1278379676985621244?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1278379676985621244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1278379676985621244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/10/abah-mama-3.html' title='Abah, Mama &lt;3'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SuRPOhLZ6HI/AAAAAAAAADE/MJ0FICU5t7U/s72-c/SuzukiSwift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7343898305048342699</id><published>2009-10-16T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:58:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not ready.</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today and I mean really really early. Who am I kidding? I didn't even sleep last night, sheesh! As usual, did a little bit of studying, wandered around the house, on and off the TV, ate this and that (I'm always hungry, mind that!), texted some friends and here comes the drama. It was 3.34 a.m. when I received a call from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Awak masih berjaga?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ye, kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Baru lepas study, otak penuh.&lt;br /&gt;S: Okay, faham sangat. Apa pulak this time?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sedih la nak leave school&lt;br /&gt;S: I know, we have like what- less than 4 weeks to feel the atmosphere being in school kan? The crowd at the canteen during recess. It's annoying but that's love.&lt;br /&gt;A: Itu lah. Waking up and not to find all those familiar faces again, macam tak berapa nak best.&lt;br /&gt;S: Bangun pagi tak tengok lelaki badan kental-kental? Awak bagi saya rasa awak gay&lt;br /&gt;A: Haha. It's not like that la budak. Awak tak duduk asrama mana awak tau&lt;br /&gt;S: Ye ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, our converstion ended with the both of us crying. Well, not practically crying but ada lah jugak tears, sikit. Haha. So, this is it. I'm finally leaving school. This may sound weird but I have to admit it. I know I'm gonna miss school a lot! And I know those hostelites would feel even sad (?) I will miss all the teachers though I dislike most of them. But they were the ones who make our school life to be fun. Just imagine a school with only good teachers and I mean good--good. You won't have anyone to cari pasal right? I will miss the canteen food, ayam goreng Pak Ali is the best ayam goreng in the world! And and, SGGS lekor is the best lekor you can find on earth! Shit, gonna miss them a lot. The food, I mean. And what I'm gonna miss the most is the time spent with the girls. Everything started in school. We planned this and that, we prank-called our boyfriends. I remember prank calling Abidin once. It was fun and hilarious. We found out about almost everything first in school. I'm not ready to leave all of that behind. How fast time flies. I hope I won't skip school dah after this and I doubt that. Lol. But first, I have to get myself ready for the big exam so that I can face anything that will happen after that. Pray for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7343898305048342699?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7343898305048342699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7343898305048342699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-im-ready.html' title='No, I&apos;m not ready.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6624125821114068292</id><published>2009-10-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:34:24.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEPAT LA BALIK! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ate a lot of satay just now and now, I'm drunk. Sya knows why ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6624125821114068292?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6624125821114068292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6624125821114068292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/10/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7423094108576423288</id><published>2009-10-04T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:25:26.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Awesome!"</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I didn't go to school today for some good solid reasons. Yes, reasons! I woke up at 6 today and did some Sejarah followed by Physics. I need to push myself from now on. I wanted to do some Chemistry but otak macam penuh so I need to rest sekejap. As we all know the Ministry of Education has somewhat of 'upgrade' the grades for the SPM examination. Now, you don't have to aim for A1 but instead, A+ which is higher than A1. Awesome, no? Need to work harder and play less. Have you people ever thought that this new grading system is somehow unfair to us who are sitting for SPM this year? I personally think that way. The Ministry should start all this new system next year, don't you think? Well, at least those who are sitting for SPM next year can get themselves ready for A+. I can say that I'm not ready for A+ and it's kinda too late to regret and a little too late to get ready for it. I'm working for my A's, wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7423094108576423288?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7423094108576423288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7423094108576423288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome.html' title='&quot;Awesome!&quot;'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6015185980954745414</id><published>2009-10-04T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:29:04.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys to HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>There was one time, I was cleaning the house and I found a majalah budak-budak. It's the Celik magazine. I remember my sister bought this because she was too eager to know about the Earth Hour. So, I was flipping through the pages and I think it's a good magazine for kids as there were a lot of information and it covers all aspects of education. It has Islamic education, BM, English, Science and etc. Isn't that good? So, as I was flipping through the pages, I was amazed by one of the pages. It's written there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEYS TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a sunrise. Be thankful to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be the first to say "assalamualaikum of hello".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus on what you WANT - and take steps towards it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to show cheerfulness even you don't feel it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat everyone as you want to be treated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that winners do what losers don't want to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never give up on anybody; miracles happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember someone's name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be tough-minded but tender hearted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your promises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not wastes an opportunity to tell someone you love them, especially your family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave everything better than you found it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep some things to yourself and do not promote havoc by backstabbing people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was amazed by this. I mean, why is this 'thing' in a magazine for kids? They are innocent, they are not stressed by their lives. Right? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6015185980954745414?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6015185980954745414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6015185980954745414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/10/keys-to-happiness.html' title='Keys to HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1141485072779109696</id><published>2009-09-27T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:52:12.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations and welcome (:</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the day. Yes, MY abang Ayin is now married to the lovely Kak Emma. Okay, we actually have two Emmas in our family now. Awesome! Just wait for the family gathering and eveyrone will mix up with the two Emmas in the family. Ha-ha. So, back to the story. I went to Mama Oyah's after going to Farah's house. I didn't help much pun that night since some people were saying that I don't need to help much, better study for the bloody SPM and surprise surprise! I didn't bring any books there. Congrats Nanu! And so, I just helped with some bunga telur and that reminds me of the short story: Of Bunga Telur and Bally Shoes. Ha-ha. After helping, I went out with Kak Nana to the coffee shop near by to just cuci mata. Lol. After that, we came back home and wooh! Gamal was there! The most handsome kid I've ever met. He was wearing black shirt and shorts. Eh, black shirt sama lah Gamal! Ha-ha. After having a short chatting session with him, I went to Kak Anum's to just have a good rest. I did nothing there pun until Izzat called me. What a surprise. I bet he will go back to school and tell that bloody guy about he calling me. Guys do the gossip better than the girls, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my job for the wedding was to be the bunga telur girl. And there was only ONE bunga telur girl and that's me. I had to walk here and there make sure that everyone get their bunga telur and I was wearing my bloody heels. Kaki sakit gila gila lah. But then, giving bunga telur is somehow FUN! And wooh I got this a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh, ni Shazana kan. Dah anak dara dah sekarang eh. Cantik dah. Bila pulak nak makan nasi minyak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so fucked up. Like wey tua sangat ka aku ni? Some cakap macam Form one and some cakap macam ni. Whatever lah kan. The best part is when I get to meet all the cousins and realtives. The old and new, I F-ing love my family (: The wedding was almost come to the end and apa lagi ni lah time nak menelepak rest. But sadly, I didn't get to. The new Kak Emma came to me and she was asking me lots and I mean fuckloads of question. Interogating new family member. She's nice and Abang Ayin is very lucky. Welcome to the family Kak Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have someone new in our family and it would be nicer if bapak is still with us. Bapak, I miss you. It's been almost a year since you left us, I miss you so bad )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bapak&lt;br /&gt;al-Fatihah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1141485072779109696?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1141485072779109696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1141485072779109696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/congratulations-and-welcome.html' title='Congratulations and welcome (:'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3727128494325508550</id><published>2009-09-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T04:22:21.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See, I'm smiling (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so things have been going fine lately. I mean, things between us. Yes, it's me and and the world, just the both of us and I'm very glad for that. I am, really and I know you can see that too. The text messages, the phone calls, the laughter, the smiles, the food, the fun and the most importantly, THE HEART. I don't want to sound gay or desperate or whatever bullshit so I decided to do this as a top-up. Things have been going fine with almost everyone. Not all, almost! People are hard to read and even harder to understand. I'm glad that I have at least tried to understand some. Didn't manage to reach the peak, but I'm proud of myself that I actually tried to. Different people, different ways. Ah, I get that! Well, why don't we both try to show some effort to make things better. What say you? It takes two to tango, you know? But so far, I think I'm doing my part pretty well and I'm sorry if I'm not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pretty much understand if this is not what you want. I've been such a pain in the ass after all this while so, I deserve this. But let's not make it too long because at this point of time, I might need you people to be with me. I may not tell you what's  actually going on and please don't ask. I just want to be more independent but at the same time, I need my FRIENDS to support me. No, there's no need to brainstorm for some good advices, I just need a smile from you (: I know all of us can make it through. We have each other's back, cheers! &lt;/p&gt;p/s: I love Penang and the people here. No where else :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3727128494325508550?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3727128494325508550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3727128494325508550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-im-smiling.html' title='See, I&apos;m smiling (:'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8435428649494416866</id><published>2009-09-24T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:20:53.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayat-ayat cliche raya</title><content type='html'>yeah, I woke up early today. I didn't wake up for Subuh so bangun awal lah. Imma good girl ya see. Anyways, while I was cleaning the room I found lots of green packets but of course without money in my drawer and that somehow reminds me of some 'ayat-ayat cliche musim raya'. It's like when you go to someone's house, the parents (mostly) will definitely say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Laa dah besar dah now. Dulu kecik je, belajar mana sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kan? See. And for some special case, just like what happened to me. I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Laa dah besar dah now. Dah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Form 1 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf?! nevermind, people see me still as a kid. Good thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Itu cerita in real life, in the virtual world pulak, you'll find people asking/telling people these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How's your raya?&lt;br /&gt;4. Wey raya rumah hang masyuk tak duit?&lt;br /&gt;5. Nanti mai la rumah aku, mak aku buat open house.&lt;br /&gt;6. My raya is so boring without ........&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm sorry body and soul, Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just nice kan? My raya has not been a good one actually so far, minus the cute guys I met. lol. It's okay, just for this year. Next year will be a blast Insya Allah (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8435428649494416866?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8435428649494416866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8435428649494416866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/ayat-ayat-cliche-raya.html' title='ayat-ayat cliche raya'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2356354978681952146</id><published>2009-09-23T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:16:41.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is virtue</title><content type='html'>semakin dekat hari SPM, semakin banyak pulak 'shit' jadi. sabar je lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senyum shazana senyum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2356354978681952146?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2356354978681952146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2356354978681952146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience-is-virtue.html' title='patience is virtue'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-865249554960815999</id><published>2009-09-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:52:22.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those good times</title><content type='html'>August 13, 2007; 1752&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a call from Aunty Kina. this is how the conversation was like (roughly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Kina: Shazana, hello how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i'm good aunty, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Kina: not so good, i've something to tell you but please stay calm&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay (feeling a bit uneasy)&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Kina: Dan involved in an accident just now. he was with Syakir and Rasyad on the way back home from school. Syakir was driving and he hit a tree&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya Allah! so how are they now?&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Kina: Rasyad and Syakir teruk now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: how bout Dan?&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Kina: (silent) Dan meninggal dekat situ jugak&lt;br /&gt;Me: (silent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so speechless, i was blank. i couldn't think of anything. i hung up on Aunty Kina just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been two years now and Dan is still with me and i know he will always be. a true friend he was, he knew when i really need someone to tell me this "please don't give up, give it a try. i know everything is gonna be just fine." he didn't afraid to speak the truth that might hurt me. i still remember his sentence "i nak sakitkan hati u ni, ready?" (': i miss those moments with him and what i miss the most is when he didn't know how to ask Sania out. "shazana, macam mana ni i nak cakap apa dekat Sania. takkan nak cakap direct terus, nak ayat best best sikit" haha. that was Danial Razlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Danial, i hope you're happy up there. yes, it' s hard for me to live without you as you were the only friend who knew when i'm up and when i'm down. you just knew it without me telling you anything. sometimes, i just want you to be with me and i know that won't happen. no one can replace you Dan. my life has not been so good for the past few months, don't know why. but i know everything will be okay soon, i just need to wait. oh Dan, SPM is coming up, please do help me. now that i don't have anyone to make me the 'countdown machine' so my time is not well planned so do my studies. mama and abah don't seem to help much. i know they want me to be more independent kan Dan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people said that i've changed a lot now. yes, i decided to change. i was too good back then that some people used me for their own good. Dan, help me to make them understand. i know if you're still here you would understand me, you would support me. oh i remember what Derrick told us on the night he gave me the lanyard;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"friends, i'm afraid la nanti kita dah besar and dah tak macam now. i know kita semua will change. Dan will get married with Sania and have kids and will go back to US and leave us then he will call Shazana and ask her to move to US because he has found her a nice english man. Radhi will be in Austalia with Kak Wai and he will come back here and find me because he can't live without my kek pisang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ahh, those times. Derrick, i still keep that lanyard (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i had a bunch of wonderful people but now i don't have them anymore. Derrick moved to Singapore after his brother passed away. Radhi is in Australia now probably in college dah. Kak Wai is still here in Malaysia finishing her law. Sania pun is still here in Malaysia, i met her last month. she's not doing so good after she had lost Danial. and me, i'm here waiting for time to reunite. HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danial Razlan Ahmad Rizal&lt;br /&gt;01/10/1991 - 13/08/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al-Fatihah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-865249554960815999?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/865249554960815999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/865249554960815999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/those-good-times.html' title='those good times'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5679224650903058414</id><published>2009-09-18T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:41:35.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balik kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5679224650903058414?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5679224650903058414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5679224650903058414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/balik-kampung.html' title='balik kampung'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8769769387284898452</id><published>2009-09-17T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:05:54.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's coming, it's coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh no, it went off in silent again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm strong on my own (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8769769387284898452?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8769769387284898452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8769769387284898452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivated.html' title='motivated'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-631387501001918460</id><published>2009-09-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:05:37.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rendang, ketupat, lemang &lt;3</title><content type='html'>whee, i'm glad i'm almost done with the trials. a week to go baby! let's not talk bout trials shall we? been talking and thinking of the freaking trials for the past few weeks and now i'm just too tired to worry about it. why don't we have something to rebuild those cells that have been used up for trials, and since raya is just around the corner, let's talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RAYA&lt;/span&gt;. yeay :D okay, when the word RAYA come across my mind, i can't imagine nothing else but rendang, lemang, ketupat, soto, lontong, kuih raya, the new baju raya to wear, and of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;DUIT RAYA&lt;/span&gt;. i still remember when i was a little girl, am not saying i'm old now just a little bit older than before but i'm still a little girl. haha. anyways, yeah when i was a little little little girl, i used to go around the housing area &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kutip duit raya&lt;/span&gt;. it was fun though ;p and now, of course i don't get to walk around the housing area with some silly friends to do that or else i will end up in the kitchen and do the dishes! haha. i'm going all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; this coming raya. whoot! hot hot. haha. but sadly, i have no one among my friends to wear the same red baju raya with me. it's okay, shazana. you have your mama, abah, iwan and irah to wear red same as you (: i'm going off to perak this coming saturday, can't wait! and i can imagine all the food on the table on pagi raya. there will surely be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atuk's lemang&lt;br /&gt;opah's chicken and beef rendang&lt;br /&gt;mak lang's cake&lt;br /&gt;mama's kuih raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MY kek batik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MY cornflakes cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketupat made by maybe encik badrul &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and and and atuk's favourite nasi minyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuhh, can't waitttt! ahh, i need to finish up my bio works. see you soon loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-631387501001918460?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/631387501001918460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/631387501001918460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/rendand-ketupat-lemang-3.html' title='rendang, ketupat, lemang &lt;3'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1365989096175229420</id><published>2009-09-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:40:27.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>real deal</title><content type='html'>never judge a book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me, friend. you don't really have to try to do something good for me because i will end up seeing it as a bad thing. and seriously, i'm starting to feel annoyed with you and your hidden agendas. and i hope, you will realise how painful it is to be at my place. at least, aku tak semiang kau. you just can't live without a guy to be called boyfriend in your life kan. it's pathetic lah sukcer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1365989096175229420?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1365989096175229420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1365989096175229420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-deal.html' title='real deal'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5740109811257688872</id><published>2009-09-04T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:35:29.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>trials: real definition of misery and pain. SPM: real definition of the love of after school life. haha. so, i'm done with 6 papers. BM 1 was okay except for the peribahasa and bina ayat part. what the hell on earth is tangan-tangan? i never heard of it. so, i made my own assumption that tangan-tangan is something like kakitangan but it's just they replace the word kaki with tangan to make it sounds more nice and polite. lol. so, obviously i got it wrong.  after BM was bio paper 2 and it was super duper tough. well at least for me. i can't remember the kidney part and what la shazana?! albinism is NOT a sex linked inheritance. bear in mind. so, i already screwed up on the first day of trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was agama and it's a JPN paper. nothing much to say, but somehow PFS helps. thanks thanks. and i had sejarah paper today. it wasn't that hard and it wasn't that easy. i managed to answer half of it with confidence but other half, tembak. like Ben said: redah je! i haven't been sleeping for the past few nights. the maximum sleeping hour was 3 hours? i know i'm gonna off to bed early tonight or maybe i won't. i'm immuned with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: muka garang, hati baik (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5740109811257688872?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5740109811257688872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5740109811257688872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepless-nights.html' title='sleepless nights'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4540930869023778992</id><published>2009-08-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:24:22.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time is running out</title><content type='html'>hello there. how've you guys been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssst, i've manged to cover up bio form  4 and almost done with bio form 5. read wani's blog. chill babe, put all of your love while studying this one little bloody subject. bio is fun. really. i've gotta say this. among all science subjects, bio is at heart. fuhh. but then again i'm not satisfied with myself though i managed to cover bio. all i did was just reading. i hope i can remember well, at least 3/4 of the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i haven't started revising agama. and agama has a total up of roughly 72 chapters to cover. die la die la. oh oh and i didn't touch my physics book yet. big time, DIE LA WEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa ni shazana? kalau macam ni jangan lah nak berangan nak continue with medicine and nak dapat scholarship. jadi lah rajin sikit. think of your own future boleh tak? dah besar kan, takkan benda macam ni pun tak boleh nak think of? don't disappoint your parents dah, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4540930869023778992?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4540930869023778992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4540930869023778992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-running-out.html' title='time is running out'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8224886529842216730</id><published>2009-08-29T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:05:02.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gedik-gedik manja</title><content type='html'>two days of study group and hell it helped a lot. thanks to all friends who turned up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah&lt;br /&gt;nabilah&lt;br /&gt;timah&lt;br /&gt;sya&lt;br /&gt;elina&lt;br /&gt;keyla&lt;br /&gt;wani&lt;br /&gt;shaf&lt;br /&gt;aizat&lt;br /&gt;bashirul&lt;br /&gt;otak geliga (ben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course special special special special thanks to si otak geliga. we studied sejarah on the first day. and yesterday, we managed to do chemistry. now i can remember the rusting process, freshly and again, thanks to si otak geliga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stay up last night as i was super duper tired and i had major headache. too much studying perhaps? so, i slept after berbuka. and i woke up around 10.30 feeling guilty because i'm supposed to be studying. i read sya's text message and went down to call her up. after calling her, i called some friends. was trying to have some good convos with them hoping that i won't feel too stressed out. after talking with sya, again, my cousin asked me to help him with his phone and some maths. woo, calculation! i slept around 1 (can't really remember actually) and woke up at 3 again, feeling guilty. so, i took my bio revision book and started studying. i studied until 10 and went back to sleep. woke up, do some laundry and now, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta go now peeps. need to finish up bio form 5. baru perasan, blog title has nothing to do with this blog. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8224886529842216730?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8224886529842216730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8224886529842216730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/gedik-gedik-manja.html' title='gedik-gedik manja'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-3367202679822320776</id><published>2009-08-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:06:13.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it works that way</title><content type='html'>so, i had the sejarah study group yesterday. a few friends came and we really did study. well, at least 3 chapters covered. and i found study groups somehow work on me. probably it's just the way i carried myself in a group that made me think that study groups don't work on me. and thanks to Ben for the unexpected explanation from you. you are a smart ass! and sorry friends that i failed to explain to you guys like how Ben did. and today, we're gonna have chemistry study group. chemistry, another red-marked subject on my focus-more list that is pasted on my bed room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from someone's blog page, and all i've got to say is, MANGGIS ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i know where i stand, don't worry (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-3367202679822320776?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3367202679822320776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/3367202679822320776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-works-that-way.html' title='it works that way'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6298747992053091864</id><published>2009-08-26T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:36:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeay me!</title><content type='html'>finally, i really am studying. last night, i received a text message from farah asking me to "cerita" to her about history. and sya did request for the same thing too. so, after terawikh i came with an idea to hold a sejarah study group with some friends. after getting approval from mama and abah, i texted my friends asking them to join the study group. well, most of them agreed to join. ah, study group? hopefully it works on me this time. well, it better will. time is running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, gonna have a study group today and it's gonna be sejarah this time. guess what, i didn't sleep last night and i mean, i really did not sleep. i started revising after texting all friends and i kept on studying until 5 am until mama came knocking on my door for sahur. fulamak shazana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sahur, i wanted to have a 15 minutes sleep but thinking of the trials is just 4 days from now, it scares me. so, i continued studying and now my brain is too full and here i am, blogging. i read wani's blog. haha. i'm proud to be one the people who keeps you motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reaching sejarah f5 textbook, flipping through pages, now; page 177: pilihan raya. toodles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6298747992053091864?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6298747992053091864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6298747992053091864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeay-me.html' title='yeay me!'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5462242564106697997</id><published>2009-08-26T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:34:17.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i had fun yesterday, thanks people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pssstt, i feel loved too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5462242564106697997?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5462242564106697997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5462242564106697997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7454443263573609118</id><published>2009-08-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:33:30.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day.</title><content type='html'>woot, i made it through the first day of puasa. wooh, i'm proud of myself and surely my parents are too. i did nothing much on the first day. woke up for sahur, went online, did a little bit of studying at went back to sleep at 8 and woke up at 10. haha. and of course, as usual mom nags at me for waking up late?! serious, no shit. mama said anak dara like me, should wake up earlier. well ma, this is the modern days of anak dara (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no shit, i was studying the whole day long yesterday. fuuh, my brain was overflowed with sejarah, bio, add maths, chemistry and physics. well done, shazana! and tup tup tup, it's time for berbuka. that was fast! go study folks, it helps you a lot during this fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ayam percik for berbuka, biasalah first day kan. after berbuka i went for solat terawikh. the mosque was so packed man. i managed to the the 8 rakaat terawikh because i wanted to continue studying at home. trials coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining yesterday, the whole day and it is still raining now. sejuk lah nak mati. needing jumper and a big warm hug (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off-tuition: 0830 til 1500 -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7454443263573609118?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7454443263573609118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7454443263573609118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html' title='first day.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1859199736558191725</id><published>2009-08-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:46:46.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22082009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/So8h_9X_-yI/AAAAAAAAACc/rt57GLSMsrk/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/So8h_9X_-yI/AAAAAAAAACc/rt57GLSMsrk/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372550263166991138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no one can love me like you do, abah. you're my #1 hero, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1859199736558191725?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1859199736558191725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1859199736558191725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/22082009.html' title='22082009'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/So8h_9X_-yI/AAAAAAAAACc/rt57GLSMsrk/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8691040351506999531</id><published>2009-08-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:22:57.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well-mannered.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, in the car heading to the tuition centre, i saw a bunch of cute boys walking by the pavement. they were all cute and sweaty. haha. probably they just finished playing basketball. ohhhwie, hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the teacher, i saw this bunch of cute boys crossing the road. then, i saw something that i think hard to see. one of the boys was helping an old man crossing the road. such a well-mannered boy. one of a kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8691040351506999531?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8691040351506999531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8691040351506999531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-mannered.html' title='well-mannered.'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7678330807448003535</id><published>2009-08-20T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:38:38.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>current state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/So1Ajv92G-I/AAAAAAAAACU/FA2FVC1oX5o/s1600-h/DSC_0035.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/_3Avdd5qslOg/So1Ajv92G-I/AAAAAAAAACU/FA2FVC1oX5o/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372020913438333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naked truth. no, this is not just for the sake of showing off or whatever shit. this is the real deal. the picture above, is my studying table. no, i don't really study. how can i study if the condition of my studying place is like the above, right? so, yeah some can tell. bed is the place. and when someone hits the bed, they can just stay awake for less than 2 hours then, enter the lala land. amazing. ah, almost forgot, i have books covering 3/4 of my bed. awesome, no? Newton's second law states that every action has its reaction. and here it goes, mama went into my room this morning while i was away for school. right time, ma. so, i got this from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma: kakak, can i ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma: macam mana kakak study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: macam tu lah, nak macam mana lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma: with the condition of your bilik like that? macam lepas perang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: no time la ma. mama pun bukan nak tolong kemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma: hello adik manis, you're already 17. jangan jadi malas la anak dara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: okay, esok kakak kemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma: tau tak dengan bilik macam tu, i can tell that you're actually staying with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hantu setan jebon&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; in that room tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: yeah, dulu dah penah bising pasal ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma: macam mana la study nak masuk kepala otak. dah la kepala tu keras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: maaaaaaaaa! good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to cut my mom off. i slept in the car until reached home. sweet dreams (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7678330807448003535?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7678330807448003535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7678330807448003535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/current-state-of-mind.html' title='current state of mind'/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/So1Ajv92G-I/AAAAAAAAACU/FA2FVC1oX5o/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6051117348549283970</id><published>2009-08-17T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:19:12.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, it's been more than 2 years. i'm tired of waiting and sick of hoping. yes, you can still call me in the middle of the night and tell me that you hate your life just like how you tell every girls you know. that's pathetic, young man. i've made it clear, not gonna wait, not gonna hope for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: let's say i've found someone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6051117348549283970?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6051117348549283970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6051117348549283970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-its-been-more-than-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6944341668037609578</id><published>2009-08-16T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:57:33.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i saw this bulletin post on myspace. it's posted by fc (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rename: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things that I want but won't ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Share secrets with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me your jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laugh with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hangout with me and my friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP READING ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Smile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When my friends say "I love her more than you", deny it. Fight back and hug me tight so i can't get to my friends. It makes me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Open doors for me, walk me to my car - it makes me feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask me - if i deny something being wrong, it means I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DON'T cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take me ANYWHERE i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Text message or call me in the morning and tell me have a good day at school, and how much you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be there for me whenever i need you, and even when i don't need you, just be there so i'll know that i can always count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER, BECAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hold me close when i'm cold so i can hold you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't ever tell me to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If i'm upset, comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When people diss me, stand up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Look deep into my eyes and tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lay down under the stars and put my head on your chest so i can listen to the steady beat of your heart, link your fingers together while you whisper to me as i rest my eyes and listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When you hug me, hold me in your arms as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Call or text me at night to wish me sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Comfort me when i cry and wipe away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Take me for long walks at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Always remind me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know when i need just a little more love ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6944341668037609578?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6944341668037609578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6944341668037609578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-this-bulletin-post-on-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8153556162765683581</id><published>2009-08-10T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:25:56.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M MISSING THEM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sn_nOdHxVMI/AAAAAAAAACM/GVCBtwydc8E/s1600-h/My+Pictures.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/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sn_nOdHxVMI/AAAAAAAAACM/GVCBtwydc8E/s320/My+Pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368263516370326722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8153556162765683581?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8153556162765683581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8153556162765683581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-missing-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sn_nOdHxVMI/AAAAAAAAACM/GVCBtwydc8E/s72-c/My+Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2661787582239322138</id><published>2009-08-10T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:33:47.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somethings are better left unsaid. if you don't feel like saying it, then don't. well, you don't really have to be a risk taker all the time do you? there are times you need to be alone. you don't want anyone else to know what you're up to, you don't want them to ask them if everything is going right, you even don't want them give you 'that' look. nothing lasts forever and things always change. a loser will not be a loser forever, never. if a person smiles at you, smile back. they just need to make themselves feel better even if you know that they're faking the smile. don't get them wrong, they're not being a hypocrite, they're just trying to see the beautiful side of misery. perhaps, sometimes they just couldn't hide the burden they're carrying, ask them if they're okay. if they say everything is fine, don't believe them, ask again. but if they still say everything is fine, then let them be. maybe they're trying to be more independent. they think they depend on others too much. let them be on their on. they have to be independent. they can't always depend on others as everyone knows someday and some time, people still need to live on their own, making decisions by oneself, solve own problems, figure out own lives. so, let them start from now. again, don't get them wrong. they're trying to do something that benefit everyone. if you smile at them but you don't get a good respond, don't get upset. they have something big that's bothering them. don't ask if they need any help, because they will not speak the truth. if they really need your help, they will come to you and ask for it. let them learn what a real life is. they're growing up, don't stop them from learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, they will be rude and will raise their voices to you. don't get upset, always keep in mind that they're growing up. they just don't know how to handle the emotions, they're learning. don't be cold towards them because they hate it. and what they hate the most is being cold among themselves. as time flies, they understand that's a just a way of showing emotions. but that's not the right way. they've learned from their own mistakes and will try not to repeat it again. they may be hard too. don't blame them for being hard. it's just the result of what they have been facing before this. every action has it's reaction. never ever try to change them. and yes, these people have changed a lot, that's the nature of life. they have finally found themselves and if it's not up to your liking, you can't do anything else but to just accept it. real deal. but that doesn't mean you can't or don't have to correct them. people make mistakes, how big or how good you are, there's one thing you can't avoid: making mistakes. it's the norm. correct them when you feel what they're doing is wrong. but if they just don't seem to change even after you talked to them, face the truth: that's just them being themselves. never ever underestimate them, they may seem heartless but no one knows how they feel deep down inside. some of them just want to keep things to themselves. they feel safer and better that way. it's okay, let them be. eventually, they will show their feelings. it's something no one can hide. and when this 'category' cut you when you're talking about someone else, no, they're not feeling annoyed or somewhat of jealous. that's because they feel empty and dark inside, they feel they need to be loved and to love. they want to feel happy. probably, something hideous and scary happened to them in the past, and that 'thing' took their happiness away. we wouldn't know. no, they're not lifeless. they have such a wonderful life with a bunch of wonderful people around them. they just trying to make the beautiful things to be more meaningful and special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing to do is, try not to point out their wrongdoings or bad behaviors or to make it obvious that they have changed and you don't seem to like it. all they need is your support. don't think that you're always right, they may be right sometimes. and don't ever think that this bunch of people have no heart, they're fragile but they just don't wanna show it. it's their way to keep them strong and to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to any of you is currently can be categorised in the group mentioned, i feel you. i know you're stronger than this. i know we can go through this. there's a lot more waiting for us ahead. don't give up at a start. so, try to be a little selfish. ignore those who condemn you. you know yourself better than anyone else (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2661787582239322138?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2661787582239322138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2661787582239322138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/somethings-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2492221329104086476</id><published>2009-08-09T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:59:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish, i'm not here. yes, i shouldn't come back&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/5811058782516665232-2492221329104086476?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2492221329104086476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2492221329104086476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-wish-im-not-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2020039868671694819</id><published>2009-08-02T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:29:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SnWvA68KefI/AAAAAAAAABU/hwTXEQupV2M/s1600-h/2008_kaw_ninja250r_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SnWvA68KefI/AAAAAAAAABU/hwTXEQupV2M/s320/2008_kaw_ninja250r_side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365386961438276082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there, it's nice to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today. i went for Abang Eddie's wedding. it was gruelling though i didn't help much for the wedding. sorry everyone. but today, i just found my new love, it's the Kawasaki 250r Ninja superbike! i want that bike or maybe a guy who owns it. and that guy better be my other half so that he can take me on that gorgeous bike. oh i want it black. it's cool isn't it? after the wedding, i went to Queensbay again. and while on the road, i just can't take my eyes off the road spotting for a black Kawasaki. see, i'm so in love with it. just imagine, your loved one take you on this super goorgeous, cool, solid, sexy thing. and the next thing you realise is that all eyes are on you and some of the girls will be jealous of you. i am looking for a guy who owns a Kawasaki 250r Ninja (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2020039868671694819?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2020039868671694819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2020039868671694819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-there-its-nice-to-see-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SnWvA68KefI/AAAAAAAAABU/hwTXEQupV2M/s72-c/2008_kaw_ninja250r_side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8671586152650839887</id><published>2009-08-01T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:22:06.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a bad day yesterday. some friends were absent and that i have to go recess alone. well, not practically alone but i had no one to talk to. i planned to watch movie with Ika after school but mama asked us to go for Abang Eddie's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akad nikah&lt;/span&gt;. so we went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akad nikah&lt;/span&gt;. it was quite boring though. we had to wait for half an hour for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tok khadi&lt;/span&gt; to arrive. i was so bored and so i played some games from the phone. then, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tok khadi&lt;/span&gt; arrived. it was my first time seeing someone get married as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bernikah&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. it was kinda exciting and that somehow made feel wanna get married. lol. after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akad nikah&lt;/span&gt;, me, mama, Ika and ibu went to Balik Pulau for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt;. we ladies, had fun hanging out together, eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laksa. &lt;/span&gt;suddenly, ibu blurted with some jokes and we were laughing our asses off! after a few months or maybe a year of not laughing out loud, i laughed yesterday (: then we went back home and i finished of the washing. oh yes, i wash my own garments. after dinner, we went to help out for the wedding then, i decided not to go for the wedding the next day. i was so exhausted. we went back home around 11 and without changing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung&lt;/span&gt;, i hitted the bed. only God knows how tired i was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SnQ9bAKULpI/AAAAAAAAABM/nZr16Uyve9s/s1600-h/227proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SnQ9bAKULpI/AAAAAAAAABM/nZr16Uyve9s/s320/227proposal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364980590214131346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i decided not to go fot the wedding so Ika and I went to Queensbay to watch movie. we watched The Proposal. it's a good movie i shall say. i like the story line, though there were some parts that i think quite boring but the whole movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;! oh and i think Ryan Reynolds is SUPER CUTE! after watching movie, we went to Secret Recipe. i've been carving for chocolate few days back, and so there i was. i had chocolate indulgance and iced blended mocha. caffiene and chocolate, perfect! after eating, the both of us (Ika and I) went for shopping. i had so much fun, i missed shopping with her. as usual, we bought briefs and panties. lol. and oh, something happened just now. Ika was in the fitting room to try the bra and i was waiting for her outside the fitting room then, an old guy with his daughter came approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dad: the fitting room is full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;daughter: aha aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dad: nevermind, just try it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;daughter: okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the uncle talked to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;uncle: is there anyone inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: yeah, my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;uncle: how long has she been in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: err, she just went in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;uncle: do you women try bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: yes, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;uncle: what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: to make sure that we buy the right size. to avoid breast cancer in some other words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he just smiled and walked off. did i mention that he's very handsome? well, he is. and the way he speaks Malay is funny. maybe, he stayed in some foreign country for so long. hope to see you again handsome old man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5811058782516665232-8671586152650839887?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8671586152650839887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8671586152650839887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-bad-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/SnQ9bAKULpI/AAAAAAAAABM/nZr16Uyve9s/s72-c/227proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1398426306821760444</id><published>2009-07-31T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:32:36.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;31/07/2009, I HATE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1398426306821760444?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1398426306821760444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1398426306821760444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/31072009-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-877592960648893924</id><published>2009-07-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:24:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i just realised; it's a BAD choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i know you can't and you won't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-877592960648893924?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/877592960648893924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/877592960648893924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-just-realised-its-bad-choice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-4334651728214076824</id><published>2009-07-29T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:18:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT CHOCOLATE FLAVOURED SLURPEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;pleaseeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-4334651728214076824?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4334651728214076824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/4334651728214076824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-chocolate-flavoured-slurpee.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-7992503614240794016</id><published>2009-07-29T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:53:13.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my chemistry teacher. i used to dislike him but now i hate him. he's being a total pain in the ass. will you ever like a teacher who's being full of himself, expect you to answer to all his questions perfectly and in just miliseconds? it's crazy. i had class with him yesterday and since then i realised that i hate him. no, he didn't 'attack' me like how he 'attacked' some of my classmates but somehow i felt so annoyed with him yesterday. before the class knew that he's not married, we always thought that he had a fight with his wife before he came to school and maybe that explains why he is very moody. oh yes, he's always moody. he's like having PMS all the time or maybe the menopause. but guys, he's guy. is that even possible? try to be in his class, and tell what you feel after finishing the class with him. he's so fussy and he thinks he's very very very good. again, i hate him. there was a time, he attacked my deskmate, and he really got the wrong person. she, my deskmate had fired him back straight to his face. oh serves him right! and yesterday, a friend of mine noticed that he's hot a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love bite&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on his neck and i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeeuuuuuuwwww&lt;/span&gt;. i wonder who's that person that gave him that love bite. urgh, so sick! and oh i had class with him again just now. what?! 2 days straight? yeah it's so unbearable but i had no choice, i mean, we had no other choice. and today, a friend of mine noticed that he was wearing the same pants he wore yesterday and the day before yesterday. monster, i understand if you're lazy to wash your pants since you're not married and you have no one to manage your clothes and stuff but please don't make it obvious. just in case, you're blinded with the girls' beauty, you're in a girls school asshole! and oh i remember there was a time, my classmates and i were talking bout him and his scandal with this one teacher from my school too. and we were making a wild guess that he came back to this school hoping that he will get his long lost love back. and the best part is, we even spread the rumor that he's getting married with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and omg, i just realised that he's getting worse now. he didn't really teach us like how he used to. he just show this bloody slide show and a little bit if explanation. and ohhhh, he even said to the class the he has been teching too much. what the fuck? you're a teacher. quit and get a wife old man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-7992503614240794016?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7992503614240794016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/7992503614240794016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-my-chemistry-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-2758419897810073394</id><published>2009-07-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:53:48.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-2758419897810073394?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2758419897810073394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/2758419897810073394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-1867136838900643783</id><published>2009-07-24T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:47:28.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sml0mUCfJQI/AAAAAAAAABE/HZwPFZ84z7I/s1600-h/beatles.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sml0mUCfJQI/AAAAAAAAABE/HZwPFZ84z7I/s320/beatles.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361945032924275970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;folks! you see the cool t-shirt up here? I am looking for this t-shirt for long time. I really want The Beatles t-shirt. if any of you know where I can get it, please do let me know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-1867136838900643783?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1867136838900643783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/1867136838900643783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/folks-you-see-cool-t-shirt-up-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Avdd5qslOg/Sml0mUCfJQI/AAAAAAAAABE/HZwPFZ84z7I/s72-c/beatles.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-8922279336457886537</id><published>2009-07-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:17:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hello Shazana! how are you today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;oh hey. I'm good I'm good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;feeling better now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yeah, thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so, what are you gonna do after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I will do what Farah wants me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;oh really? I'm hoping for that for so long actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;why didn't you tell me? I'm sorry for being a pathetic asshole after all this while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;people have craps to deal with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;thanks for understand me. I hope it's not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it's not. I'm here to support you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;awh, thanks Shazana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-8922279336457886537?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8922279336457886537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/8922279336457886537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-shazana-how-are-you-today-oh-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-6626023505147237043</id><published>2009-07-19T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:22:07.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just finished digging my heart. i need to throw some unnecessary things out of it  and i found a little A in it. i didn't know that i still keep it. or maybe the little A came back into my heart without knocking on the door first. ahh naughty little A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A, i won't throw you away. i will keep you with me til the end of time. i promise you that. no matter what happens, you will always be here in my heart (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-6626023505147237043?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6626023505147237043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/6626023505147237043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-just-finished-digging-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811058782516665232.post-5702710240782379726</id><published>2009-07-19T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:38:46.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, mama and abah went to school for the report card day. and just like how i expected it to be, abah marah. i woke a little bit late yesterday just to make sure i didn't get to talk to abah and mama before they went to school. i did all the houseworks before bath just to cover up dengan harapan, takkan kena marah sangat. and the best part is, i spent more than an hour in the bath room just to escape from abah. ding dong. and i skipped lunch and i locked myself in the room because i really don't want to talk to abah and mama. from my room, i called the house phone asking Irah whether abah marah gila or tak. i know its sillt to ask that. abah was really mad and Irah said abah said this to mama "i didn't expect this. i feel disappointed" you see, the only thing that will make me feel down and i mean really really down and the only thing that makes me feel that i'm useless is to disappoint my parents. i cried. well folks, i think it's better to stop telling you guys what happened yesterday because i'm starting to feel down just to think of what abah told me yesterday. abah and mama, i'm sorry. i will try to study harder but i can't promise you that i will get good results for the trials and even worse the spm itself. i don't know why but i just can't promise you two that and again, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811058782516665232-5702710240782379726?l=nanuwazir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5702710240782379726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811058782516665232/posts/default/5702710240782379726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanuwazir.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-mama-and-abah-went-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Shazana Wazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269830427078521288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
