<?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-7858444554764558332</id><updated>2012-02-09T13:23:58.179+08:00</updated><category term='boys'/><category term='confession'/><category term='movies'/><category term='justin bieber'/><title type='text'>crap for grab</title><subtitle type='html'>i didn't write for people. i write for myself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1667810727417773791</id><published>2012-02-06T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:38:06.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thing just pop up inside my head.</title><content type='html'>betul ke kalau kita mimpi somebody, chances are the person we dreamt of tu rindukan kita? Mak cakap, kalau kita rindu sangat kat someone, and that person pun miss us, we'll meet in our dreams. macam mana ini? I know this is kinda ridiculous, but.. mana lah tahu? ok aku rindu gila kawan kawan aku. not just UIAns tapi semua. tetiba je. ok, kawan sekolah, kawan kat tempat kerja, Nilai-ans, kawan kawan tusyen Hidayah dulu. HAHA ok style cakap macam aku ni ramai sungguh kawan kan? HAHA *bitterlaugh* but just last night, aku mimpi pegi reunion sekolah rendah dulu. ancient kan? so random. and semua datang bawa partner, aku je tiba single. #foreveralone kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1667810727417773791?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1667810727417773791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1667810727417773791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1667810727417773791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1667810727417773791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-thing-just-pop-up-inside-my-head.html' title='random thing just pop up inside my head.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6852073008924497727</id><published>2012-02-05T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T03:14:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>february</title><content type='html'>this is not the favourite month. bukan pasal Valentines or month of love or whatevs love thing. tapi memang tak berapa suka, sebab.. mungkin semua dalam mood cinta? memang tak boleh lari dari subject tu doh. HAHAHA aku pulak baru lepas di tinggalkan which is so pathetic dan hampir berjaya melepasi stage fobia. mungkin tak habis fobia lagi kot, tapi aku belajar sesuatu kali ni. jangan jadi terlalu baik. baik sangat pun kene tinggal, kalau jadi bohsia or cikaro? tak macam mana la agaknya. tak perlu tahu lah kot, mind your own business. he taught me that. and he also taught me to be a heartless person. yeah. so, I need to take some time off, aku rasa aku kena lay low for a few years ni. belajar dulu, belajar lagi dan enjoy masa masa ini. mungkin, siapa tahu? mungkin ini yang terakhir? atau mungkin ini yang terbaik? God, yeah it's Him the one who holds the power of everything and has the answers to our wonders. aku tak kata menyesal, tidak lah. aku terima, memang salah. aku ada silap kat mana-mana, aku tak perasan. biasalah, dah nama pun insan, manusia, kita selalu lupa. wah. bermadah pulak aku malam malam Maulud Nabi ni. mungkin aku terkesan dengan ape yang Tic cakap dekat aku, aku kene duduk bawah hujan dulu baru boleh nampak pelangi. Tic, aku literally duduk bawah hujan kot hari tu. long before kau beri nasihat tu kat aku. tapi mungkin pelangi merajuk dengan aku, dia tak keluar untuk sapa aku pun. so, daripada demam sehari, jadi 2-3 hari ke seminggu. takde low blood pressure tetiba ada je. HAHA *bitter laugh* ehem. er..so I've learnt my lesson. menangis juga aku masa kena gelak dengan Ijat hari tu. his words are like knives, so tajam and hurtful and full of cynical yet, it hit me the hardest. macam kene rodok(?) dengan lembing(?) gittew. so, thanks bro. really. and dah lama sangat aku jatuh terduduk ni, dah patut bangun dan berjalan balik pun. aku je degil, nak tunjuk keras kepala mungkin? tapi tu lah. kalau tak jatuh, tak duduk bawah hujan, mana nak kenal sakit? kan? so. umur pun bukan makin muda. arwah Nenek cakap, dah patut anak dua pun. 21. wow. imagine being a mom. I couldn't even... well. point here is, no matter how much pain you've been through or how many times you fall you need to get a good grip of yourself and stand up, again. ada hadith ni you know, it talks about..Allah testing his slaves and He will test him according to his(the slave's) limit. because He knows best and so, He will reward those who don't give up especially on Him along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6852073008924497727?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6852073008924497727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6852073008924497727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6852073008924497727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6852073008924497727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/02/february.html' title='february'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9074997697663348478</id><published>2012-01-29T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:38:29.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surat untuk yang tiada</title><content type='html'>Ayah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak long nak bgtau ni, Nenek dah takde. Nenek dah ikut Ayah ke syurga, tau. pagi semalam Nenek tinggalkan kitorg semua, kat rumah kampung. Ayah, semua adik beradik Ayah balik. Kak long teringat masa Ayah pegi dulu. semua tunggu kat rumah, semua settlekan hal urusan pengkebumian Nenek. Pak Kocek, Nenek Johor, Alang Siti, saudara Mak Itam, semua datang. mudah je Nenek pegi, Ayah. senyap sunyi je. lepas subuh tu Nenek dah pegi. Ayah, nak tahu tak? Kak long tolong Nenek- Nenek lain siapkan barang nak kapan Nenek. potong kain, tabur kapur barus, cari tudung, tolong jahitkan bantal... hari tu belajar je pengurusan jenazah, tak sangka Kak long uruskan jenazah Nenek. Ayah mesti bangga dengan Kak long kan? dah boleh di harap anak Ayah ni. sikit sikit la Kak long boleh buat, nak ikut mandikan Nenek memang Kak long tak mampu. tak mampu nak hadapi kehilangan lagi, mungkin? masa Nenek diangkat ke tempat mandi tu, berjurai air mata Kak long tumpah. masa tu kan..Kak long bisik sorang sorang, Ayah, Nenek dah takde. kali ni memang real, Nenek memang dah takde dengan kita. dulu masa Nenek masuk hospital, Kak long tak sempat nak jaga Nenek. pentingkan sangat kerja yang tak seberapa tu. menyesalnya. jujur, menyesal sungguh. masa dekat kubur, Anep menangis tak henti henti. terus Kak long teringat masa Ayah meninggal&amp;nbsp; dulu, jenazah masuk je rumah, Nenek meraung tengok Ayah. kali ni, kami pula macam tu. bezanya, kami tak meraung tapi terasa sangat sebab kami dekat dengan Nenek. Nenek Kak long. sekarang, Nenek dah takde. ya Allah, Ayah tahu tak? satu, satu orang yang Kak long sayang di ambil Allah. mula mula arwah Cik Dol, lepas tu arwah Abang, lepas tu Ayah. ni Nenek pulak? dua tiga bulan lepas, kawan Kak long di jemput Allah. Ayah..Kak long nak peluk Ayah lagi boleh tak? rindu. rindu sangat. Nenek kan, sempat la rasa air tangan Kak long. puas hati Kak long dapat bagi Nenek makan. walaupun se-simple simple lauk. cuma..tak sempat nak belikan Nenek apa apa je. Nenek kan..sebelum dia pegi, dia kurus sangat. terasa bersalah sangat sebab tak sempat melawat Nenek, menggunung rasa bersalah tu. kenapa lah Kak long tak pegi tengok Nenek, ye Yah? keecil kecil dulu..masa Ayah admitted hospital, Nenek yang jaga kami semua, boleh kata kami besar dengan Nenek lah kan, Yah? sejak sejak Ayah meninggal, Nenek macam in denial. mula mula dia susah nak accept the fact that Ayah dah takde. then baru dia ok sikit, tapikan..dia dah tak masak lagi tau. rindunya Nenek masak. lauk apa pun. Nenek memang champion kalau bab memasak. campak campak apa apa pun sedap. walaupun Ayah dah takde, pagi raya kami masih balik Lipat Kajang, wajib. dari kecil macam tu. rindu nya. rumah Nenek dah kosong tau, Ayah. sunyi sebab orangnya takde lagi. terbayang bayang Nenek kat rumah tu. bawah pokok mangga, depan tv, tangga batu tu... petang petang minum teh. teh, air yang paling Kak long rindu, Nenek punya teh..wangi sangat. Ah, Nenek. kenangan masa kami kecil dulu macam terbayang bayang je. dengan arwah Abang, kami panjat tingkap sebab Nenek kunci pintu. dengan arwah Abang jugak lah kitorg belajar naik basikal, main polis entri, baling baling bom, main mercun... semua dekat rumah Nenek. bila Kak long kemas rumah Nenek tadi, macam wayang gambar memori tu keluar balik. menangis lagi. Ayah, Nenek dah takde. Nenek memang dah takde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenek. Kak long mintak maaf sangat sangat. Kak long sayang Nenek, walau apa pun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it is true, through words we can't detect whether the writer is sad or happy. but through the way he/she narrate the article, we can know the feeling. I ain't write for sympathy, I just expressing my feelings. I miss my Nenek. May you rest in peace. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-9074997697663348478?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9074997697663348478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9074997697663348478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9074997697663348478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9074997697663348478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/surat-untuk-yang-tiada.html' title='surat untuk yang tiada'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2299698454742479178</id><published>2012-01-16T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:19:32.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester break</title><content type='html'>Khalas semester ni. Alhamdullilah. tears and laughter, bitter and joy, and the most important thing is, I keep my words: To the Year of Fun! I will comeback as a new person, I promise. Enjoy your holidays, peeps. and I will not be that active because I am trying to mend my heart and be nice to fate. See you when the new semester begin, okay? Don't drink and drive and stay healthy during this break. Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2299698454742479178?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2299698454742479178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2299698454742479178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2299698454742479178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2299698454742479178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/semester-break.html' title='Semester break'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6523980852694793959</id><published>2012-01-13T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:01:11.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little piece of advice for my brothers and sisters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;…if you woke up this morning, may peace and blessings be upon you. because when you woke up, many of your brothers and sisters across the world (not to mention your city in particular) did not wake up. Allah has blessed you with one more day. and you didn't even realize that he did. Allah is still keeping you alive.&lt;br /&gt;if you have this day for a few more breaths, thank Allah. if you have this day to begin praying again, thank Allah. if you have this day to make up with whom you fought, thank Allah. if you fought with one of your parents a few weeks ago, todays the day to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;Allah gave you this day out of his infinite mercy and wisdom. don't take this opportunity for granted. don't take this life as a real way of living because it clearly is only a dream and once we die, well be really awake and questioned for our decision making. this life isn't about the end result, but the means to which we lived. its not about whether you reach the goal, but if your journey was surrounded by sincerity and struggle for the sake of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Allah woke you up today. say Alhamdulilah, and make that first step. for when you walk to Allah, Allah runs to you. if you take one step towards Allah, Allah takes ten steps towards you &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(hadith qudsi). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6523980852694793959?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6523980852694793959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6523980852694793959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6523980852694793959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6523980852694793959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-piece-of-advice-for-my-brothers.html' title='a little piece of advice for my brothers and sisters.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2194360135235753399</id><published>2012-01-13T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T03:52:17.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise, I will be better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lny2y8NDHk1qzfq3xo1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1326484251&amp;amp;Signature=rLAe%2F2pqIQ1lBQWKlm5iIqKJXZw%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="53" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lny2y8NDHk1qzfq3xo1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1326484251&amp;amp;Signature=rLAe%2F2pqIQ1lBQWKlm5iIqKJXZw%3D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when God knows it's best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2194360135235753399?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2194360135235753399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2194360135235753399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2194360135235753399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2194360135235753399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-promise-i-will-be-better.html' title='I promise, I will be better.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2579803750653765987</id><published>2012-01-13T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T03:27:04.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you who broke my heart.</title><content type='html'>dear you, I am writing in hopes that you're reading. you who I don't expect to fall in love with, you who has treated me like I am the only one, you who surprises me everytime we met, you who always there for me, you who always has the warmest hands to reach me, you who rock my little tiny world, you who stole my heart and make me have hopes. you who reach the sky and get the stars for me. &lt;i&gt;you.&lt;/i&gt; yes you. I hope you're reading this. I wish I could have the courage to find you and reach for your hands to hug me tight again because I really miss you. you don't know how I cried everyday to my sleep thinking what did I do wrong to our relationship and how I could turn back time and fix it for us. I wish I could say the things I wanna say without looking so pathetic in your face. I miss you and I always will. I will always have a special place for you in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling when I am in love. it's like, everything has sparks and possibility. and you were one of the reason behind it. I love you, and I will give it a shot, again. for someone who should have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxkce9ZZDD1qjhjdwo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxkce9ZZDD1qjhjdwo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2579803750653765987?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2579803750653765987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2579803750653765987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2579803750653765987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2579803750653765987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-who-broke-my-heart.html' title='you who broke my heart.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5281686476828001933</id><published>2012-01-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:09:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama and movies, those aren't real, kids. really!</title><content type='html'>I love watching movies and sometimes drama if the storyline is cute and funny. and I am all for romantic comedy thing. yes tell me, I am a romantic helpless. I love romance, love and stories regarding love. I have bunch of romantic novels and movies, who doesn't like lovestory? truth to be told, those acts in movies and novels aren't real. really not make make sense. where on earth you can find cute, handsome, eligible, freakishly rich and caring boyfriend or lifetime partner? the answer is simple, Novels. writers like Cecilia Ahern, Sophie Kinsella, who's the twilight creator tuu..Steph Meyer and etc. you guys really make the life of a girl miserable. you know by spoon-feeding them the hope that one right guys will magically showed up and love you forever and ever (Disney!) sooo unrealistic! and after that they turn the story to movies and sell them to pathetic romantic helpless kids like me. and they make tonnes of money out of it and leaving us wondering when will we have those traits I said before as boyfriend. as real as the novel or movie might be pun, still, the actors are super inhumanly handsome (Chris Evans, Chris Pine, Robert Pattinson and etc uols!) and later towards the end of the movie we found out that he's secretly the son of Rupert Murdoch, owner of multi-billion dollar company, or son of a station tv's CEO and etc. see. haish. the love they sell seems and sounds real but it's actually not. mana ade orang hensem nak kawen dengan perempuan tak cantik? the magic things in the movies aren't real. but I still pay to watch it. because of why? I don't know. eventhough I know the story is cliche but still. the hero will end up with the heroin and they live happily ever after. how unrealistic is that? don't they get into fights for some stupid reason? or will they guy remain loyal to the girl? and Taylor Swift always singing songs like, if you're mad at that boy, go write a song for him, and like it's okay to wait because he's worth waiting for and yada yada. the songs are..hisy. seems like Taylor steal the diary of every girls and wrote a song about every single thing happen. why Taylor why? where is my privacy? HAHA and the Korean movies with cute scenes that seems unrealistic in life AAAAAAHHH! what in the world I am living?! everything is torturing and I was okay being single until I saw couples holding hands or being lovey-dovey. feels like giving them a taste of my fists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5281686476828001933?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5281686476828001933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5281686476828001933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5281686476828001933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5281686476828001933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/drama-and-movies-those-arent-real-kids.html' title='drama and movies, those aren&apos;t real, kids. really!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1134210770152015724</id><published>2012-01-10T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:17:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new kids in town!</title><content type='html'>and so, there's matric kids from Nilai will join us the brothers and sisters in the main campus uols! say Hi to the beautiful world of IIUM, Gombak, kids. these are the things you should know about main campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are close to the zoo negara and you will I repeat, you will, see creatures like biawak, bapak biawak, mak biawak and ahli keluarga mereka. and the bangaus and all sorts of pretty birds if you rajin jogging area the sports complex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are only three ATM in here. the one at the library, beside the Mini Audi, and the Azman Hashim complex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't go to the cafe during the peak hour. you might spend your time queuing than eating. my advise, plan your lunch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masjid kita ni pun ade makanan. so, pandai pandai lah. memang takkan kebulur kalau kat UIA ni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sport complex is the place where you can stalk international pretty boys. HAHAHA I never did such things, I swear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practically you can wear anything if you're foreigner. and never to speak Malay to the guards. kene saman nanti baru tau. and one thing about tudung, you an wear it with any fashion you want and people will not look at you as if you're an alien.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't! don't don't and DON'T forget your matric card if you wanna leave the campus. you'll figured out why, soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are so many foods in main campus. from Malay dish to Arabic and International food. but sadly, Asam Pedas is the hardest to find in here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have so many things going on and sometimes sampai tak ter-keep up! and bazaar kat sini semua macam syaiton! the goods are surprisingly cheaper than from the Jalan Masjid India.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very important to have Touch n Go or the rapid card. the buses here use both. they don't accept cash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh and please put up with the smells. if you don't want to offend anyone, my advice, calit kan lip ice dekat hidung. tak lah nampak kurang ajar sangat nanti. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and enjoy living and studying in main campus. it's fun and fun except during study weeks or finals. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;welcome lahh adik adik foundation. abang abang UIA ni mesra mesra orangnye and kacak kacak. kau nak yang mana, hitam, putih, tinggi, gelap, ketul ketul, keding? HAHA macam macam ada! eh kakak kakak pong! senyum la bila selisih nanti uols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1134210770152015724?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1134210770152015724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1134210770152015724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1134210770152015724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1134210770152015724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-kids-in-town.html' title='new kids in town!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1384394916328534869</id><published>2012-01-10T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:44:29.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila kerajaan bagi duit, berebut nak sambar and yet, voting still goes to the opponent party ke?</title><content type='html'>this rant is kinda political. if you have any issues with it, kindly leave this page. I am not supporting any party and this is just my thoughts. if I offended someone with this, my sincere apology goes to them. other than that please enjoy your reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;love, the owner of the blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/390695_3059190562436_1343561634_33187231_625501540_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/390695_3059190562436_1343561634_33187231_625501540_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so yesterday, right after we finish Science of Quran's paper everyone rushed to Mini Audi to pick up the student rights kata nya. the voucher government gave for the university students to ease their burden on buying books. it was stated in the budget for the country rasanya and for the secondary and high school kids they were given RM100/each for the school preparation thingy. damn, they're so lucky. back at the days when I was in school there's no such thing y'know. ni kalau tak belajar betul betul juga, tak tahu nak cakap apa la kan -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there's this my friend who...oppose the govt but still showed up to pick up the voucher and when I asked that person why, and that particular person just say, 'well this is our rights. why should we let it go?' and I wonder, well, you didn't support the govt, why you take the things govt offered? and if you really hate govt, you shouldn't take anything from them. for instance, the bantuan buku teks sekolah, the oil subsidy, the treatment in the hospital, don't take the train or buses or anything. well, you wanna live on your own kan? try lah. I know govt has silap here and there but, to think of, you live in the support of govt. your scholarship, and your pocket money. and why you still on the opponent side? because the govt didn't practice Islamic value in the political system? well, I am in no position to say this because I don't really keep up with the politics but sikit sikit ambil tahu juga. and I don't argue with people about politics because I am not into it and practically has no idea about it at all. because those who likes politics is the one who always keep up with the news and I don't. so malas lah, nanti bergaduh besar pasal hal macam ni je. and this is just my point of view you know. while you're in university(UPSI, UIA, UiTM, and any University lahh. weehoo!), strive your hardest lah to get the best grades then look for job. the world is tough out there. it's not that easy to get a job if you're pointer is biasa biasa. lainlah kalau kau memang anak orang kaya, then itu cerita lain. only then after you settle down then you can talk politics, not to me obviously but maybe to my husband(if he's interested) or my guinea pig(if he understand what's you're saying) . Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my Dad used to tell me this, don't talk about something if you don't have any clue about it. kalau salah nanti kene gelak je. orang nak cakap ape, sokong siape, die punya hal. awak, ade hal awak. jangan sibuk hal orang. Ahh Ayah. how I miss you, so. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1384394916328534869?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1384394916328534869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1384394916328534869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1384394916328534869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1384394916328534869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/bila-kerajaan-bagi-duit-berebut-nak.html' title='bila kerajaan bagi duit, berebut nak sambar and yet, voting still goes to the opponent party ke?'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1305357492546634081</id><published>2012-01-08T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:26:35.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frGzhhN_1VA/Twko7Z3wUXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OiPhTs5de8Y/s1600/tumblr_kvuyr93bs41qzz2moo1_500_102433951_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frGzhhN_1VA/Twko7Z3wUXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OiPhTs5de8Y/s320/tumblr_kvuyr93bs41qzz2moo1_500_102433951_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had the strangest dream, last nite. and a very, delightful one. how I wish to return back time and not waking up from it. &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1305357492546634081?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1305357492546634081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1305357492546634081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1305357492546634081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1305357492546634081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-2012.html' title='#1 2012'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frGzhhN_1VA/Twko7Z3wUXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OiPhTs5de8Y/s72-c/tumblr_kvuyr93bs41qzz2moo1_500_102433951_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9101343671910490179</id><published>2012-01-07T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:46:20.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serendipity</title><content type='html'>penah dengar pasal serendipity tak? I know it's a song and that song is not that famous, so I look up online. what is the meaning of serendipity? Wikipedia say it means a "happy accident" or "pleasant surprise"; specifically, the accident of finding something good or useful without looking for it. the movie, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serendipity_%28film%29"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/a&gt; might have the best explanation. I myself not that good on giving explanation so, like. you have to watch it so you know. and from what I learn here, serendipity is more powerful than coincident. well, I have no power to say that since I never experience any of this thingy. I wish I could, but ni kira syirik ke? someone once told me, if you fold a thousand paper cranes, your love will always happy. and if you make a wish before the elevator's door closed, the person you missed or you really wanted to see will appear in front of your eyes, right before the elevator. someone also told me that, if you make a wish upon stars, the star will pass your message to the one you love. and not only stars, moon and also the wind. there were also songs, talk about the moon and things up in the sky that will help us to send the message to the one we love. I never heard of anything like serendipity in Malaysia. well, not yet. maybe. aku pun tak tahu aku merepek ape ni. ini tekanan ketika menjawab exam. bye kawan kawan. aku nak kembali bersama buku yang setia menemani ku. haha ayaaaaatttttt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-9101343671910490179?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9101343671910490179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9101343671910490179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9101343671910490179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9101343671910490179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2012/01/serendipity.html' title='serendipity'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6540698317143045858</id><published>2011-12-31T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T05:00:51.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 recap</title><content type='html'>instead of posting rants yang panjang lebar, about what happen in my life in 2011, which people don't bother to read. how about we let pictures do the talk, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;quick recap of 2011 :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUoqrkm7KHY/Tv4Pby7ZSfI/AAAAAAAAApE/tBRaGaMH2vk/s320/gg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;p/s: how could I not love this two cute people? tell me. thanks for being there with me through thick and thin and this and that, Aizat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IV1BFcjEZNw/Tv4NetfNMyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0klz8cMYxhY/s1600/working.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IV1BFcjEZNw/Tv4NetfNMyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0klz8cMYxhY/s320/working.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;three months break. this is what I do, I work. and these are my colleagues from USIM, also part timers. the experiences were priceless and people that I have work with, they are awesome because they can put up with me. suppose there's more. missing in this pictures are Hafiz and Aliph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;summary of Gombak life, some I posted earlier in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumble-for-mumble-2.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WjsXIkq3Ffc/Tv4TJoGq2eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ehWQCS4Avl4/s1600/gom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WjsXIkq3Ffc/Tv4TJoGq2eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ehWQCS4Avl4/s320/gom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFJhmIFzJMw/Ttm7MjmcwLI/AAAAAAAAA78/aLJGgpjK3_E/s1600/at+the+stair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFJhmIFzJMw/Ttm7MjmcwLI/AAAAAAAAA78/aLJGgpjK3_E/s320/at+the+stair.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one thing I learn this year. friendship is not something we should treat lightly. it is precious and for me personally, I love my friends. no matter what. even after everything we've been through, I believe that it tightens our bonds. and I hope only death do us part, love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tartuffe thingy. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;photoshoot, never before seen. this is the 'individual' photoshoot. the reason we had this thing is for every each of the character show the other side of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq_mTz1tnXM/Tv3ia9i41RI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dvzXWRfAyo0/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqDmZ5hAnpo/Tv4XhetU4BI/AAAAAAAAApc/_q9wTdsabdM/s1600/be+hehe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqDmZ5hAnpo/Tv4XhetU4BI/AAAAAAAAApc/_q9wTdsabdM/s320/be+hehe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-VtafBoiZU/Tv4XjGUZgJI/AAAAAAAAApk/ijhKBrwe5WY/s1600/be+yourself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-VtafBoiZU/Tv4XjGUZgJI/AAAAAAAAApk/ijhKBrwe5WY/s320/be+yourself.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is the 'in character' photoshoot, also the other never before seen. haha exclusively on my blog :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgCJgzSNWTA/Tv4XlEo1D0I/AAAAAAAAAps/qtVoUgLN3J8/s1600/tartuffe+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgCJgzSNWTA/Tv4XlEo1D0I/AAAAAAAAAps/qtVoUgLN3J8/s320/tartuffe+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is kinda Ombak Rindu poster, kan? haha ok, the one holding the broom is, Dorrine (Salwi), beside Dorrine was me, Mdm. Pernelle. underneath my picture was Cleante (Azman), beside him was Demis (Aaron who is also the director) and the one in pink was Marriane (Nisa'). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5-z2ZHTgyk/Tv4XmZKxGlI/AAAAAAAAAp0/yULQnjhs4K8/s1600/tartuffe+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5-z2ZHTgyk/Tv4XmZKxGlI/AAAAAAAAAp0/yULQnjhs4K8/s320/tartuffe+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the one in yellow-ish orange tudung is Elmiere ( Aniqah), beside her was Tartuffe (Naiem), underneath him was Valierre (Am) and the one who's looking for his future is Orgon (Azri).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq_mTz1tnXM/Tv3ia9i41RI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dvzXWRfAyo0/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq_mTz1tnXM/Tv3ia9i41RI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dvzXWRfAyo0/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the epic moment when we ended our play, and the hard work that we've been through since the first week of the semester terasa macam has been paid off. that moment was so beautiful, as if we won an award. haha macam ni, play yang kita semua buat ni bukan pertandingan. tak dapat hadiah pun. kita tolong satu sama lain sebab seronok ok. bila lagi dapat buat macam ni? untuk dapatkan markah kerja kumpulan yang ciput tu dan inilah sebenarnye assignment kami. honestly, I (hopefully) will never be on stage anymore. that performing thing is just not in my blood.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaNkT5lxCGU/Tuwqh8JFXuI/AAAAAAAADuU/YB9vQg3zpZ0/s1600/DSC_0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaNkT5lxCGU/Tuwqh8JFXuI/AAAAAAAADuU/YB9vQg3zpZ0/s320/DSC_0860.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh! and we became the chorus for other team! reminder: we are the blacks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;the other sections :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMAad5caeKI/Tv3jzSRGwYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JiY7sA6auEk/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMAad5caeKI/Tv3jzSRGwYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JiY7sA6auEk/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tartuffe from Section 1 :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMSgp2-Iouk/Tv3j9DCR6lI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5yBadW9k65Q/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMSgp2-Iouk/Tv3j9DCR6lI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5yBadW9k65Q/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oedipus the King and Kak Mei. also from Section 1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVuq1y5nGws/Tv3kVE-C_JI/AAAAAAAAAok/joE4TrUOHP8/s1600/DSC_0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVuq1y5nGws/Tv3kVE-C_JI/AAAAAAAAAok/joE4TrUOHP8/s320/DSC_0903.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arjuna and Dewi section 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;as I promise, this semester will be the year of fun. and Cah! I keep my word. putus cinta ke kecil hati ke, ke bla bla bla sila tolak ke tepi. so now, it's the matter of the exams and results. 2011, thank you for everything. no regrets. and 2012, I hope I will be much better and stronger than what I am now and I hope I can find what I look for in the search of becoming a better person. I hope everyone get what they want this year and remember, everything happens for a reason. turn to Allah if there's something wrong. Insya-Allah, He will guide us back to the right path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru, kawan kawan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6540698317143045858?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6540698317143045858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6540698317143045858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6540698317143045858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6540698317143045858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-recap.html' title='2011 recap'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUoqrkm7KHY/Tv4Pby7ZSfI/AAAAAAAAApE/tBRaGaMH2vk/s72-c/gg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4752304280198387368</id><published>2011-12-29T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T02:33:14.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the time of the semester, people! the final exams are calling!</title><content type='html'>3rd Jan- Phonetics and Phonology&lt;br /&gt;4th Jan- Introduction to History and Civilization&lt;br /&gt;9th Jan- Sciences of Quran&lt;br /&gt;14th Jan- Introduction to Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it ain't easy to get up after you got hit by a strong wave. imagine yourself as one little tiny wall on the beach and the wave that hit you is thousand times stronger than you are, if you're still standing, you deserve a noble award. that's me. yes, but I didn't deserve the award, though. forget the award, I am not that noble to receive such glory. so, dear 2012, I look forward to see you and I hope you will treat me nicely. and I really, really don't want to talk about boys and the L word at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawan kawan semua yang menghadapi final exams tu, hah! ni dia, doa dipermudahkan segala urusan:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitrahpower.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Doa-Permudahkan-Segala-Urusan1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="37" src="http://www.fitrahpower.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Doa-Permudahkan-Segala-Urusan1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Maksudnya: “Ya Allah tidak ada kemudahan selain apa yang Engkau jadikan mudah dan Engkau dapat menjadikan perkara sulit menjadi mudah jika Engkau kehendaki” (H.R Ibn Hibban dan sanadnya dihukum sahih bertepatan dengan syarat Muslim dalam kitab al-Silsilah al-Sahihah, No. 2886).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;good luck in your final exams, peeps. May Allah guide us to the right path, and give us His blessing. Insya-Allah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7858444554764558332-4752304280198387368?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4752304280198387368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4752304280198387368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4752304280198387368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4752304280198387368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-time-of-semester-people-final-exams.html' title='it&apos;s the time of the semester, people! the final exams are calling!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2755141505671647191</id><published>2011-12-22T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:05:27.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, with the best wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUvNcviwBUg/TvK0hKXSgzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mNF8Cyx1tLI/s1600/tumblr_lggizjlnEE1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUvNcviwBUg/TvK0hKXSgzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mNF8Cyx1tLI/s320/tumblr_lggizjlnEE1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;truth is, I really miss you. the &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt; you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2755141505671647191?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2755141505671647191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2755141505671647191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2755141505671647191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2755141505671647191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-you-with-best-wishes.html' title='for you, with the best wishes.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUvNcviwBUg/TvK0hKXSgzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mNF8Cyx1tLI/s72-c/tumblr_lggizjlnEE1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9107891049106058657</id><published>2011-12-21T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:54:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>language is useless? what do you think?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;this post was written with heavy dose of medication. I just recovered from fever. and this does not meant for anyone. just another thoughts. if you feel offended, kindly leave this page. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the owner of the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my drama class the other day, our instructor, Kak Mei explains about the play written by Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. he's an Atheist tho. through the play I learn that language is useless. Samuel Beckett did a very good job on expressing the thought of absurdity about life in his play. he elaborate the things he could relate to life nicely and if you read Waiting for Godot for fun you will not get the meaning behind the play. so you have to really immerse yourself in it so you will know the issue he's trying to raise. it's my personal favourite play tho. somehow I see myself in the play as Gogo and Didi. I waited for something that will never come. like impossible to come or too good to be true. something like that. or in other more educational words we say, wishful thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i got plenty of reason for my statement there. first, you can't expect to express your anger through words, you can't say something important through words, you can't practically boo others with words and there are many reason we can't use language and thus language is useless. not that useless lah but you can't really mean words you said through language. writing 'WEH KAU BODOH AHHH!' and saying it to the person you mean it is different. they give you different impacts, you see. totally different and it gives you feelings like, you satisfied saying it out loud rather than wrote it on his or her wall. well. Imma have to explain it to you now before some linguists chase me for saying nope, I am writing this useless rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, you're angry and you posted something on your blog or Facebook or tweet about it on Twitter or texted the person you're mad at. ie: KAU INGAT KAU BAGUS SANGAT KE? then what happens next? will she/he get that you're mad? maybe that person thinks that you're joking. they might don't get you though. trough the placement of pitch on a particular syllable the other person could detect whether or not you're mad. you tend to have high pitch when you're angry and this shows that you are screaming at the person you're mad at. unlike writing, can use scream by writing? basically when you CAPS LOCK the things you write means you scream or you're mad or angry to that person. or you can use sarcasm in both ways but they will only get it when you really express it the right ways. some people just don't get sarcasms like us who lived in a sarcastic society. I deal with sarcasm everyday. double meaning words and beating around the bush is my foods these days. because you can't really say it to the people you're mad at that you are mad at them well, later it will cause other problems pulak. so using sarcasm we fire them back. either they get our point or not, that depends on their linguistics ability. just saying tho. using mediums like what I've said above will only make things worst. the damage is done already, so, say it, say it like you mean it. lagi puas hati. setakat kau guna blog ke Facebook ke Twitter ke buat ape? not everyone can get what your point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying something like I Love You or I Miss You to the right person. yes, we have in English phonology what we called as stress mark. stress mark is use to indicate that the immediate syllable is stressed (implying intensity to the applied syllable). in English, the stress mark is important to indicate stressing of syllables which could make a homomorph (word with similar sounds) became a noun or a verb. basically using stress mark can sort of make our explanation better. &lt;u&gt;'I&lt;/u&gt; love you. I &lt;u&gt;'love&lt;/u&gt; you. I love&lt;u&gt; 'you.&lt;/u&gt; the lining words both give different meaning using different connotation. I am not teaching any English thingy here. just saying. I just applied what I've learn to things I could relate in life. compared to when you say the words than writing it down both can be different. the meaning changes the way you express it. I know writing &lt;i&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt; to the person you love can be cute and passing it to them can made your day but saying it make it even sweeter. that's my weakness and problem. I can't say the L word, not everyone deserve it but under some circumstances, the L word really could cause you problems if you say it to the person who take you for granted. really, so using language can't really express your feelings towards that person. true or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging, texting. okay. I personally often use this medium to express my feelings rather than saying it out loud. not that I don't have balls to say it, I mean I really don't have balls Imma girl, you see. LOL. k not funny, sorry. coming back, because I can't really say what I think because I am afraid that they don't get my points but through writing I find that people get confuse with my writing. I don't use Shakespeare language or Gandhi's philosophical words, I use simple English with mix of Malay words to make my explanation more clearer but it gets confusing as they don't know tho whom I am writing or under what circumstances I got angry and yada yada. thats the problem with language tho. I can't say the words I wanna say because I don't want people to get hurt because or my vulgar, obscene and sometimes kurang ajar words. I curse a lot, I tend to insert cursing in my everyday speaking. and I write in more appropriate words with less cursing and swearing to be more polite so I look cool writing like that. oh and I love writing because I write thing I can't really say to someone. in hopes that he/she will read it or found out about it later. intonation and pitch variation is both we have in English phonology to indicate the tone la basically. both needs vocal, so vocal is our voice. do you have language that can speak? as in as we write the things we wrote suddenly speak. LOL that is funny. for me. so intonation refers to distinctive use of pitch or melody in speech. stretched vocal folds tend to allow for a higher pitch. usually increase of airflow to and from the lungs giving it more prominence and loudness. pitch variation? you expect me to explain? nay. Google it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally find language is kinda useless. hee. sorry. but Linguistics is fun. &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/7858444554764558332-9107891049106058657?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9107891049106058657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9107891049106058657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9107891049106058657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9107891049106058657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/language-is-useless-what-do-you-think.html' title='language is useless? what do you think?'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-335240621923783899</id><published>2011-12-09T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:31:17.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;focusing on finals. Good luck lovely people, world sure gonna miss you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-335240621923783899?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/335240621923783899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=335240621923783899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/335240621923783899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/335240621923783899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/focusing-on-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8032133932608601006</id><published>2011-12-06T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:00:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's our 6 month and you'd expect something like..</title><content type='html'>maybe a good morning call or text&lt;br /&gt;a pair of ticket to watch 'Breaking Dawn Part:1'&lt;br /&gt;surprise dinner or lunch&lt;br /&gt;walking or strolling on the beach with just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;a serenade through phone&lt;br /&gt;a bouquet of roses with strawberry dip in the chocolate &lt;br /&gt;a surprise visit to your place&lt;br /&gt;a gift?&lt;br /&gt;or unexpected text or call saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I love you, I really want to make it happen with you but I can't have it now because I am afraid that I might hurt you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;well you just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8032133932608601006?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8032133932608601006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8032133932608601006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8032133932608601006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8032133932608601006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-our-6-month-and-youd-expect.html' title='it&apos;s our 6 month and you&apos;d expect something like..'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6064828101085987071</id><published>2011-12-01T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:19:23.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december dazzle</title><content type='html'>super hectic this month. oh Hello December! I hope my December will not be as sad as the December in Taylor Swift's song. this evening, we will have the pre reg for next semester. I hope I can get the classes I want. I want to make up my credit hour. the play will be somewhere after Sultan Selangor's birthday. and then after that one week of holiday. well, study week y'know. and the finals will be on the end of December. my last paper will be on 14th January 2012, can you hear that people, 2012! AAAAHHHHH suddenly, I feel terrified since the 2012 movie said, the world will come to end in 2012. well, I don't know how the 2012 will be but one thing for sure, I am enjoying every second of my semester. I counted the happy moment, I discard the unhappy moment because my motto is to the year of fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. not to mention to the happiest couple or partner in crime in the world, Salwi and Am, Happy birthday. I hope only good things to come to you guys. and all the December's people. Happy birthday too! May Allah bless you all. Good luck for finals people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6064828101085987071?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6064828101085987071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6064828101085987071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6064828101085987071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6064828101085987071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-dazzle.html' title='december dazzle'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2549565796982089578</id><published>2011-11-29T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:29:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood is thicker than water</title><content type='html'>okay. this is family-ish post. I hope you don't mind. I just can't handle drama right now. right, so yeah. the wedding and the wedding. then comes the stories after the wedding. and the whole history of the family that was kept quietly under the carpet for years and now been discovered by just one little tiny mistake that wasn't suppose to be happening. well, both party has to play their parts. and I honestly think that, first and foremost, I believe in what Mak said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;air di cincang takkan putus&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. well, thats partly true, but, what happens if the water turns into ice and someone cut the cube and store it for some time. will it still counted as putus or not? and eventually, when the ice melted, will it mix with the water? well. I am just wondering you know. bottom line is, nobody's perfect and at the end, we will only have ourselves. family or not, once we did bad, they will remember it till death. not that I don't believe in the family institution its just that, y'know. and yeah. family. what more can I say? I just. Family. *deep sighs* starting one is so hard, maintaining? Harder. I trusted guinea pig more than anything else. Mak? well. there are things you should tell your Mom, sometimes, it's better to just keep something to yourself. at least, you know. My boyfriend? not even close. he has his own life, I am just the other person that will come and go, I believe that I wouldn't last forever in his heart. just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is I am disappointed no one but with myself. everybody makes mistake and we should give second chance because after all, family is the one that will have to bear the consequences. no matter how good or bad, our family will have to bear it. so yeah. that is, blood is thicker than water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2549565796982089578?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2549565796982089578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2549565796982089578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2549565796982089578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2549565796982089578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/blood-is-thicker-than-water.html' title='blood is thicker than water'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4110414268784609428</id><published>2011-11-24T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:24:26.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Calm and Give a Bitch-face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ld4xRvWd1qaz2klo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ld4xRvWd1qaz2klo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;describes my feelings and what I should do. Move, biatch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4110414268784609428?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4110414268784609428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4110414268784609428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4110414268784609428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4110414268784609428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-calm-and-give-bitch-face.html' title='Keep Calm and Give a Bitch-face'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5399239936921049780</id><published>2011-11-21T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:35:46.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Trip to Ulu Yam</title><content type='html'>Alrighty! Ahoy Ahoy fellas! so yesterday, the BRC's and I went to a leadtrain program in Ulu Yam. at first we're all like reluctant since the PiSA is just around the corner, and the drama thing plus the assignments and yada yada but since it's compulsory we had no choice but to agree with it. after all, its just one day trip so, yeah. and for some of us, we called it a mind-blowing short trip! HAHAHA it's been years since I had this whole mandi lumpur and river crossing and jungle trekking thing. MG, I feel like a new person today and the short trip we had yesterday really help me in understanding friendship better. well, I should take back what I have said in the last post. I mean, that post was written out of emotion. and most importantly, we got to refresh our friendship and make it even stronger than we had before. one day at Ulu Yam really taught me about friendship and life. and I came to understand now that sometimes we don't realize what we did hurt people's feelings but in order to save a relationship you just have to bear with it, otherwise you'll lose both friendship and friends. I don't want that to happen so, I'm just going to relax and sit back and see what happens next. I'll tell them if something isn't right but for them to accept it, its up to them. oh, and enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I85WtgvYPR8/Tsm1nKb9xrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R2Fi-MJQ9RY/s1600/DSC07048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I85WtgvYPR8/Tsm1nKb9xrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R2Fi-MJQ9RY/s320/DSC07048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what we look like after we got out from the swamp.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MckLhsKtqno/Tsm2JXIejEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N_0iqwovEZU/s1600/DSC07006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MckLhsKtqno/Tsm2JXIejEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N_0iqwovEZU/s320/DSC07006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mandi Hujan after jungle trekking. well, it's been years kot tak mandi hujan. RAWR!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blMS-rMi3zA/Tsm2NxKg4qI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XmdEEzO_Qqc/s1600/DSC07010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blMS-rMi3zA/Tsm2NxKg4qI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XmdEEzO_Qqc/s320/DSC07010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you like A lovesong is the song they played during the time we took this picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJqdEUgiyU/Tsm2UcnSr7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/WXC3W2vVkC8/s1600/DSC07063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJqdEUgiyU/Tsm2UcnSr7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/WXC3W2vVkC8/s320/DSC07063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after we got ourselves out from the swamp, we hit the pool like badak! LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5399239936921049780?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5399239936921049780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5399239936921049780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5399239936921049780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5399239936921049780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-trip-to-ulu-yam.html' title='Short Trip to Ulu Yam'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I85WtgvYPR8/Tsm1nKb9xrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R2Fi-MJQ9RY/s72-c/DSC07048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5930016626313668051</id><published>2011-11-19T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:15:43.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what you do when you had enough but you can't say it to their face.</title><content type='html'>while sitting on the same table or eating together, have you ever felt stupid or useless or blur as your friends talk among themselves about what they did last week, or yesterday without having you to join and they look extremely happy? and you were there sitting together with THEM trying to fake a smile while they non stop talking about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, say hello to my life. this is what I have to deal with everyday. wow. ask me for how long I've been doing that or even standing that? well. a couple of years. and I can't say anything at all because first, they will say, 'we thought you went out with your other friends' or this is even better, 'do you even care to go out with us?' and yada yada. what am I then? just a plastic bags you throw away after you use me or just a nobody in your life? why then you swear on things like the moon or the sky that we are bestfriends forever and ever? DAFUQ. and why do I find other friends in the first place? because you guys don't even care about me anymore. I barely remember when was like, the time, we really go out and enjoy. seriously? that is the reason why I prefer to stay alone like, alone in my life. alone as in, I have a few friends, but I treasure them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you had boyfriend, I was happy, as a friend,shouldn't I be happy for you? in fact I am still happy for you even up till today. I am so proud of what you have achieve from the day we met until today, you got the highest marks among us all and you are the best among the best in the batch. but why can't you just be happy for me? instead of mocking hmm.. that sounded so harsh, ok making faces in front of me when i talked about my problems with my boyfriend which I just had for a couple of months? sometimes I just need my friend, one trusted friend to listen to my problems. I mean just listen. this is new to me. the fact that I am not the one who always have a boyfriend unlike you, you are beautiful, magnificent, I admit that. but, the face. I don't get it why you have to make faces with me when things aren't right. just look into my eyes and tell me what is wrong? if I can put up with you for these years, why can't you do the same?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know you'd be hurt after you read this but honestly, I don't know how I'm gonna tell you that I miss you. I don't even recognize you anymore. like the you when I first met you, yes, the one I met in CFS. the one I still remember how I met her and she already forget about it. if I didn't introduce you to others we might still be bestfriends but now. look at what we are. and look how far we've come. this is why I don't believe in such things like bestfriends or BFF like WHADDAFUQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure is that, I wanna finish this whole damn thing fast and get my ass out from this place. I can't stand seeing them and the truth is, it hurts. I do feel hurt by what they did to me and to them, its just, doesn't matter because they say I have other friends, when I am actually not. &lt;br /&gt;&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/7858444554764558332-5930016626313668051?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5930016626313668051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5930016626313668051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5930016626313668051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5930016626313668051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-what-you-do-when-you-had-enough.html' title='this is what you do when you had enough but you can&apos;t say it to their face.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5363720742102069342</id><published>2011-11-17T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:13:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hati</title><content type='html'>aku jaga hati aku sebaik mungkin sebab aku tak nak terluka lagi. tapi. mungkin aku yang terlalu sensitive agaknya.&amp;nbsp; kawan kawan.. alaa hal kecil kecil pun boleh jadi issue. sabar je lah faat. Ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5363720742102069342?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5363720742102069342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5363720742102069342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5363720742102069342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5363720742102069342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/hati.html' title='hati'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4513117686788788612</id><published>2011-11-16T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:56:35.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to put this damn thing on facebook but Mark Zuckerberg don't let me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGw4mM2Ty30/TsMy449EURI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jZbkbXXZ-0U/s1600/DSC03287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGw4mM2Ty30/TsMy449EURI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jZbkbXXZ-0U/s320/DSC03287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ini Juliet saya. sila jangan ambil. Kbye. &lt;br /&gt;salwi. haha aku jeles.asal kau cantik sangat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4513117686788788612?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4513117686788788612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4513117686788788612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4513117686788788612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4513117686788788612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/trying-to-put-this-damn-thing-on.html' title='trying to put this damn thing on facebook but Mark Zuckerberg don&apos;t let me.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGw4mM2Ty30/TsMy449EURI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jZbkbXXZ-0U/s72-c/DSC03287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2749598362475077560</id><published>2011-11-08T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:27:19.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c4Jxsaj5cQ/ThbPvqa0FGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xBMwptxMqmQ/s1600/tumblr_lj46nrvm5Z1qhmz01o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c4Jxsaj5cQ/ThbPvqa0FGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xBMwptxMqmQ/s320/tumblr_lj46nrvm5Z1qhmz01o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes. I miss you. truly, madly, deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2749598362475077560?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2749598362475077560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2749598362475077560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2749598362475077560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2749598362475077560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/imy.html' title='IMY'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c4Jxsaj5cQ/ThbPvqa0FGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xBMwptxMqmQ/s72-c/tumblr_lj46nrvm5Z1qhmz01o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2684014056574125415</id><published>2011-11-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:35:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><content type='html'>if it is meant to be, then it is. so, putting your hopes to high just might kill the chances to enjoy your life. a friend of mine teach me not through words or her saying but her actions that if it meant to be then it is, and if doesn't happen means that Allah has other plans for you. things happen for a reason, thus Allah wanted to give you the best out of the best. thank you my friend for opening my eyes. and it's a she. she open my eyes. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2684014056574125415?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2684014056574125415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2684014056574125415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2684014056574125415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2684014056574125415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/plans.html' title='plans'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9197226183511473558</id><published>2011-11-05T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T01:03:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumble for mumble: 4</title><content type='html'>I hate you. I've been missing you like crazy over here and now you're just. Oh ye ke? HAHA bagi aku main game dulu boleh? This is so WTF. and I never wanted to show you my other side but this is beyond my limit. you don't know how hard it is for me to deal with this guy. its hard. damn hard. you'll see what I can do. Imma have you kneel down your knees to get me back. I swear I will. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: EMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-9197226183511473558?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9197226183511473558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9197226183511473558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9197226183511473558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9197226183511473558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/rumble-for-mumble-4.html' title='rumble for mumble: 4'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2715981803593366211</id><published>2011-11-04T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:41:11.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Sem Break</title><content type='html'>This is a give from God to students. Thank you. and I shall see and get back to Gombak by next week. Adieu IIUM, Gombak. and with a flashy teeth and hughest smile, Hello Melaka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Selamat Hari Raya Aidil- Adha, drive carefully guys, don't drink and drive. Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2715981803593366211?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2715981803593366211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2715981803593366211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2715981803593366211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2715981803593366211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/11/mid-sem-break.html' title='Mid Sem Break'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1442977816156081050</id><published>2011-10-31T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:57:38.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tartuffe by Moliere`</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9MOzhVv4i4/Tq57spOxEeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/zFh9IvGmH7o/s1600/tartuffe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9MOzhVv4i4/Tq57spOxEeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/zFh9IvGmH7o/s320/tartuffe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the left, naiem, kak tini, krl, am, myself, muni, nisa'. at the back, salwi, azman and luqman.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;okay. if you guys are BENL students and from our batch you guys sure know about what happen yesterday and to even begin, this is my team. we are from section 2 and we will be doing Tartuffe a play by Moliere`. okay the guys are crazy over Kak Tini, our faci meanwhile we the girls are head over heels with Br. Syaukat. and he happen to be a lecturer in.. I don't know where. both are too good to be true since Kak Tini is off the market and so Br. Syaukat. #melopeh -.-'&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/7858444554764558332-1442977816156081050?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1442977816156081050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1442977816156081050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1442977816156081050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1442977816156081050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/tartuffe-by-moliere.html' title='tartuffe by Moliere`'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9MOzhVv4i4/Tq57spOxEeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/zFh9IvGmH7o/s72-c/tartuffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7907129745496068708</id><published>2011-10-30T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:00:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rounding up week #7</title><content type='html'>Mid terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10/28- Intro to History and Civilization&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10/31- Intro to Drama&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/3- Phonetics and Phonology&lt;br /&gt;11/15- Sciences of Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more exams to go and by end of Mid Sem break, I wish to complete my term paper for Sciences of Quran and&amp;nbsp; memorize my script for my play and also the verse in surah Al- Mukminun and surah Al- Furqan. wish me luck! &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/7858444554764558332-7907129745496068708?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7907129745496068708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7907129745496068708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7907129745496068708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7907129745496068708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rounding-up-week-7.html' title='rounding up week #7'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1847649566039945129</id><published>2011-10-30T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:14:59.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumble for mumble: 3</title><content type='html'>I am having this emotionally sickness. and I feel like I should be isolated from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Faatihah, sila jangan menyusahkan orang. sudah sudah lah, awak kene ingat.bukan semua orang suka awak. awak tak sedar awak menjadi annoying, orang yang perasan, awak mana tahu? jadi, sila kembali ke pangkal jalan ye. ingat exam, ingat pointer awak and yang paling penting, Mak awak. tugas awak besar, sila jangan hanyut. yang susah nanti awak, bukan orang lain. keraskan hati awak. and don't ever look back. the damage is done. focus for your future. sila ingat pada arwah Ayah. itu yang paling penting. ini masa depan, semua di atas awak. terpulang lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*terasa mcm pesanan mati dalam Everyman je -.- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1847649566039945129?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1847649566039945129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1847649566039945129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1847649566039945129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1847649566039945129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumble-for-mumble-3.html' title='rumble for mumble: 3'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6747652592749528029</id><published>2011-10-28T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:37:58.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ikan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diyanazman.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/masak-asam-pedas-ikan-dengan-tomato-dan-kacang-bendi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.diyanazman.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/masak-asam-pedas-ikan-dengan-tomato-dan-kacang-bendi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so I had a quarrel with this guy about fish. and yeah I know of all the things in the world, why on earth we quarrel about fish? its simple. because he said women should be good at the kitchen as in to have the skills to clean and cut the fish, the chicken and meat. and if you don't, means that you're not a woman yet. and I argued back, why should we? and he said, what complete a woman? the skill of cooking! *sighs* I mean. I know how to cook, I am an excellent cooker, I can cook Malay dish as well as western foods. but still! I just don't like to clean the fish or even do whatever it is to it. all I know is that, when I want to cook, the thing must be cleaned and ready to be cook. that's all. even Mak 'siang' ikan at the market kot. so don't blame me. and I DO know the mechanism of 'siang' ikan its just that I never practice it, not in a million years. so yeah. pakciks and brothers out there, if you wanna marry me, please be ready to clean the fish for me. I will definitely cook for you, thats for sure. but first, help me to clean that thing first. HAHAHA I love You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah. I am not that good at remembering fish's name or its look. the only fish I know is (and sure betul!) the ikan selar kuning. hihihi the yellow stripes at the back confirms it! and the only place I go to buy fish and chicken is Mydin or Tesco. Pasar? Mak seorang je masuk, I'll be waiting in the car. not that I don't wanna go in there but, ..ZZzz #kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6747652592749528029?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6747652592749528029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6747652592749528029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6747652592749528029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6747652592749528029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/ikan.html' title='ikan'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2713205967941314120</id><published>2011-10-24T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:27:45.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumble for mumble: 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzDuxT32Ivs/TqTg43YdkMI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q4nHIYjsIV0/s1600/DSC00059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzDuxT32Ivs/TqTg43YdkMI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q4nHIYjsIV0/s320/DSC00059.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was during my birthday.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5NVsbsPZEo/TqThP-FprLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5Q_wUC4q_bs/s1600/DSC00120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5NVsbsPZEo/TqThP-FprLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5Q_wUC4q_bs/s320/DSC00120.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eid Ul-Fitr 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CL407Gtpsp0/TqTh0H4MOwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YAASbO3-09k/s1600/DSC00190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CL407Gtpsp0/TqTh0H4MOwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YAASbO3-09k/s320/DSC00190.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;steamboat er. this was Salwa's treat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHh3e37ttJQ/TqTh9EQi7QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yx6tnw8V4fc/s1600/DSC00191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHh3e37ttJQ/TqTh9EQi7QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yx6tnw8V4fc/s320/DSC00191.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;KAED's festival. the guys at the booth were damn cute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dROy3Ivxatc/TqTiDcBY8lI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WSo0bupl3vk/s1600/DSC00247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dROy3Ivxatc/TqTiDcBY8lI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WSo0bupl3vk/s320/DSC00247.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;syaitoooooonnn part 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8uPrKsUdv4/TqTiN6SFTnI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qkk6RbHJTVk/s1600/DSC00248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8uPrKsUdv4/TqTiN6SFTnI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qkk6RbHJTVk/s320/DSC00248.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;syaitooooooonnnn part 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmqS6m4SshQ/TqTiVLkRuoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/rk_I6rmIEPk/s1600/DSC00262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmqS6m4SshQ/TqTiVLkRuoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/rk_I6rmIEPk/s320/DSC00262.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;IIUM 27th Graduation. also syyaitoooonnn part 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysdjIAOs1gY/TqTi629RgII/AAAAAAAAAjk/0mAk9ohKySY/s1600/DSC00242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysdjIAOs1gY/TqTi629RgII/AAAAAAAAAjk/0mAk9ohKySY/s320/DSC00242.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;history buddies. Mee Azman and Eryna Azlan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIoKixhT7aM/TqTjERDY0yI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pbMpYdEAlxc/s1600/DSC00246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIoKixhT7aM/TqTjERDY0yI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pbMpYdEAlxc/s320/DSC00246.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;roomate. Alya.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww2PViSZvyQ/TqTjLgEYGNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7AK8jPDDZGM/s1600/DSC00270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww2PViSZvyQ/TqTjLgEYGNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7AK8jPDDZGM/s320/DSC00270.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Una took it. and somehow this came out nice. BHAHAHAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc54iJvupTQ/TqTjYKuUc_I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9QWYgM1SWrU/s1600/DSC00282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc54iJvupTQ/TqTjYKuUc_I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9QWYgM1SWrU/s320/DSC00282.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;neighbour and also BRC mate, Ana Muhammad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxTNI5U2psI/TqTjf17xJ9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/mn8On0I3dNI/s1600/DSC00288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxTNI5U2psI/TqTjf17xJ9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/mn8On0I3dNI/s320/DSC00288.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovely partner in crime : Am Ain and Salwi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugEbwtLVst0/TqTj1YMOyzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rO3uor9x0xk/s1600/DSC00294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugEbwtLVst0/TqTj1YMOyzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rO3uor9x0xk/s320/DSC00294.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;er. I am not sure what happen but this was during the Career Day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tL7v_F2mcs/TqTj_mRijwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/D_oOKkncCwI/s1600/DSC00295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tL7v_F2mcs/TqTj_mRijwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/D_oOKkncCwI/s320/DSC00295.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the brother who gave the command was so super macho and hella handsome.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5LrILQ-Pio/TqTkI0jwWZI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5OSn3y8EHA/s1600/hfzdn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5LrILQ-Pio/TqTkI0jwWZI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5OSn3y8EHA/s320/hfzdn.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sesat? eh jap. ni sape tah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5LrILQ-Pio/TqTkI0jwWZI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5OSn3y8EHA/s1600/hfzdn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5LrILQ-Pio/TqTkI0jwWZI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5OSn3y8EHA/s1600/hfzdn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2713205967941314120?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2713205967941314120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2713205967941314120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2713205967941314120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2713205967941314120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumble-for-mumble-2.html' title='rumble for mumble: 2'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzDuxT32Ivs/TqTg43YdkMI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q4nHIYjsIV0/s72-c/DSC00059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-3823302887510577456</id><published>2011-10-24T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:38:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>derita merindu</title><content type='html'>iye, aku rindu kau. sungguh rindu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this isn't about the song. I really miss him. that's all. and it has nothing to do with the lyrics. just, the title of the song suits my feeling right now. again, this isn't about the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-3823302887510577456?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/3823302887510577456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=3823302887510577456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/3823302887510577456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/3823302887510577456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/derita-merindu.html' title='derita merindu'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7589459949845931075</id><published>2011-10-23T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:29:10.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful girls</title><content type='html'>living in Kuala Lumpur really freak me out. honestly, seeing young girls really young girls dress up not proper really bug me. you know,wearing inner is just not cool you know. it still show your skin and the shape of your body. not that I am becoming pious or anything but, as I grew older I feel like, you should wear something that is really according to what Allah said in the Quran. seriously, didn't your momma teach you how to dress up in the public or you just don't wanna listen? think about it girls, you are beautiful. and really, you should protect your beauty from the your non- mahram. I came to realize that dress up ketat ketat or transparent really huduh and for someone curvy like me, I really should wear something that is not ketat. plus, rimas kot pakai ketat ketat. honestly, I prefer wearing baju kurung ten thousand times than wearing jeans and blouses. though the blouses is not the tight type but still, the jeans. so ketat and really shows your curves. malu lah. and young girls, note that: you are beautiful, please preserve your beauty for the one who should have it. it's worth keeping your beauty. showing off is just a turn off. I am just sharing my thoughts. not more than that. Wallahuallam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty; that they should not display their zeenah (charms, or beauty and ornaments) except what (must ordinarily) appear thereof; that they should draw their khimar (veils) over their bosoms and not display their zeenah except to their husbands, their fathers .... and that they should not strike their feet so as to draw attention to their hidden zeenah (ornaments). (24:31-32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Prophet! Tell your wives and daughters and the believing women that they should draw over themselves their jilbab (outer garments) (when in public); this will be more conducive to their being recognized (as decent women) and not harassed. But God is indeed oft-forgiving, most merciful. (33:59)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;          &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And know that women advanced in years, who no longer feel any sexual desire incur no sin if they discard their thiyab (outer garments), provided they do not aim at a showy display of their zeenah (charms or beauty). But it is better for them to abstain (from this); and God is all-hearing, all-knowing. (24:60)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-7589459949845931075?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7589459949845931075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7589459949845931075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7589459949845931075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7589459949845931075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/beautiful-girls.html' title='beautiful girls'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8325674797823732468</id><published>2011-10-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:17:10.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rounding up week #6</title><content type='html'>okay khalas. all the classes things are done, the registrations and bla bla bla also done. now its the matter of preparing for the almighty midterm and fall in love with assignments. been busy with the non stop replacements class and quizzes. hmm, I promise this semester will be the year of fun, aye? and I must do it! hell yeaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;kecil hati ke or makan hati ke semua kene tolak tepi. tak payah nak terasa sangat laa kan. kau kuat, faatihah hassan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8325674797823732468?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8325674797823732468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8325674797823732468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8325674797823732468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8325674797823732468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rounding-up-week-6.html' title='rounding up week #6'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1354269862360356609</id><published>2011-10-17T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:08:56.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to History</title><content type='html'>my lecturer said, teachers at school ruin the kids' interest in learning History because all they did is to force kids to remember the dates and facts without having to explain further about what happen during that time. I love my history teachers at school because they were so enthusiastic to teach us and make us realize our mistakes in learning History. and I personally love learning history because we learn and get to figure out what we did in the past and you know like some scholars said, those who forget history tend to repeat it. and funny thing about the phrase is that, we know history. we learn it at school and even in high school. we took the course of history as the fundamental subjects in college but, why is that we are so stupid to repeat it? like seriously, this is according to a person I know lah, she said, mankind is stupid. we keep repeating the history even though we learn about it. so who to blame upon this matter? teachers? or ourselves? or this is even bitter, the people in the past? think about it. Maaaan, we are in the state of repeating the same history okay. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1354269862360356609?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1354269862360356609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1354269862360356609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1354269862360356609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1354269862360356609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/intro-to-history.html' title='Intro to History'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-44974878866225279</id><published>2011-10-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:41:36.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumble for mumble :1</title><content type='html'>we cannot satisfy people or everyone in our lives but this is what I am doing : satisfying people around me without having them to know my feelings. because if I did, then they say I am selfish and immature. so I did, what I had to do. and thanks, this teaches me to see who the real friend or who's the who. doesn't matter anyway since people don't really care about other people's feelings anymore. so, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-44974878866225279?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/44974878866225279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=44974878866225279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/44974878866225279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/44974878866225279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumble-for-mumble-1.html' title='rumble for mumble :1'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8837416430307755639</id><published>2011-10-16T05:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T05:16:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mentally disturbed</title><content type='html'>is when I am having the time of the month. and having to bear the monthly pain and also the mood swings. and it kills me because I have to put up with all this craziness while guys are not even a bit having to have to stand any of the pains we, women have to stand every months. that is just not fair! urgh. and when I am in pain, I just need someone to at least listen to me, I am in pain! seriously, sometimes boyfriends can be an asshole. I just want you to listen not toying me around, this is so not the perfect time to tease or make fun of me. AAAAAAHHHH! I swear, if boys get to experience the monthly pain like we girls, they sure be crying and begging for mercy like, even worst than us. period cramp is so definitely not a joke and its bloody, when I say bloody painful, okay. some guys may find us grumpy and moody and not cute at that time, but please just cope with us, at least just once in a month. so yeah. since I had a pretty bad period cramp this month, I post this thing up on my blog. yeah, guys should know this. period cramp is utterly, ridiculously and unbearably painful and not a funny thing. I wonder if your balls can like switch to v-jay-jay. will you dare to tease us about period cramp? I wonder. and still wondering, up to this moment. so keep wondering Faat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8837416430307755639?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8837416430307755639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8837416430307755639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8837416430307755639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8837416430307755639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/mentally-disturbed.html' title='mentally disturbed'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6816971002345560235</id><published>2011-10-10T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:59:32.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long distance relationship</title><content type='html'>ask me how I survive in this kind of relationship. it's the matter of trust and honesty. yes, we don't see each other everyday like those who their spouses are studying together under one roof. this is only applicable to yang jauh as in the distance ye. if you guys aren't in the same course that doesn't count as long distance relationship, okay? makan kaki kang -.- so yeah, trusting each other is vital like the most vital thing to be done cuz if you don't trust each other, why you started this relationship in the first place, kan? so yeah the only way to survive in this kind of relationship is to trust each other and always be honest with your spouses. seriously break up sakit gila -.- and one more thing, kalau merajuk or marah baik beritahu je, at least he knows that you're mad with him. let him figured out what to do or sort things out together, takde lah sakit hati sangat nanti. jangan simpan simpan jadi jeruk perasaan tu nanti dah lama lama, meletup. tak boleh nak cure lagi. better be honest je. hahaha somehow I feel like a doctor love pulak giving advise upon this matter, I myself like, still new in this thing. HAHAHA #kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6816971002345560235?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6816971002345560235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6816971002345560235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6816971002345560235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6816971002345560235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-distance-relationship.html' title='long distance relationship'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7082583773079507237</id><published>2011-10-09T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:22:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute</title><content type='html'>To Steve Jobs,&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of all your products and inventions but I still cannot afford any of your product, yet. so yeah. I hope you rest in peace and don't worry there will be more than just Apple after your passing. I hope you don't mind mixing some tropical fruits like banana or pineapple in conjunction with Apple Inc. see you soon. iloveyou, Steve Jobs. you are a wonderful man and creative person ever in the world. the universe and Apple farm will miss you and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A person who still can't afford any Apple product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-7082583773079507237?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7082583773079507237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7082583773079507237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7082583773079507237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7082583773079507237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/tribute.html' title='a tribute'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5908790784505089540</id><published>2011-10-09T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:07:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIUM's 27th Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pB6ckLhrXk4/TGy3nLv7VBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/t--QisH3Dt8/s320/IIUM+Convo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pB6ckLhrXk4/TGy3nLv7VBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/t--QisH3Dt8/s320/IIUM+Convo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salwa's Dad drop us off at the CAC due to accident so yeah he cannot send us at our mahallah. seriously, if he didn't do so, we will never experienced this kind of feeling and the feeling is the epiphany. Subhanaallah! it was beyond awesome. and I am determine to graduate with First Class honour. I will work extra hard for that and I want my family to be proud of me when I graduate later. Mom, I will make you cry on the day of my graduation and not the tears of sadness but happiness. Daddy, I promise you this. I won't let you down. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5908790784505089540?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5908790784505089540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5908790784505089540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5908790784505089540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5908790784505089540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/iiums-27th-graduation.html' title='IIUM&apos;s 27th Graduation!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pB6ckLhrXk4/TGy3nLv7VBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/t--QisH3Dt8/s72-c/IIUM+Convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-3990372483813034044</id><published>2011-10-07T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:18:51.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emi</title><content type='html'>dear Emi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;aku harap Allah menempatkan kau dalam kalangan orang yang beriman, Mi. Allah lebih sayang kan kau, sebab tu Allah ambil kau lebih dulu dari kami ni semua. aku harap keluarga kau redha melepaskan kau. sesungguhnya, berat mata memandang berat lagi bahu yang memikulnya. sakit yang kau tanggung tu, ya Allah. tak tertanggung aku, Mi. besar dugaan kau di dunia ni. semoga Allah mendengar doa yang aku titipkan hari hari untuk kau. jumpa lagi nanti, Mi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yours sincerely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;faatihah hassan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;5 beta, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-3990372483813034044?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/3990372483813034044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=3990372483813034044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/3990372483813034044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/3990372483813034044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/emi.html' title='Emi'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2458525352912197346</id><published>2011-10-05T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:02:21.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this might annoy people but i don't care</title><content type='html'>dear boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss you, and i hope you miss me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sincerely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gemok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2458525352912197346?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2458525352912197346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2458525352912197346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2458525352912197346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2458525352912197346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-might-annoy-people-but-i-dont-care.html' title='this might annoy people but i don&apos;t care'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1378200235254928151</id><published>2011-10-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:53:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commitment</title><content type='html'>when you live in a particular circle of friends, you tend to get stuck and has no space to breathe and do your own thing. this is what we called commitment. I personally has issues with this thing, I cannot commit to a mono relationship, do take note here, I am talking about friendship not love-ville thingy kays. I also develop an issue of low self esteem during my third semester in Nilai, I am actually not a friendly person, I may look like one but honestly I am not. ask my mom, she knows that I have this issue since I was little. I have some like tough times to get to know or mingle with people because honestly, they tend to judge me first before actually make effort of knowing me. so yeah, basically I have to live with that and I thought Gombak might change it for me, but no. it gets worst. so lets get back to the commitment issue, as I was saying that I cannot live by staying only in the same group of people is like this, I still have other friends and by only sticking my ass to only one group might kill my chances on like, overcoming my low of self esteem issue. I do value friendship because after all, friends help each other and the phrase of you scratch my back, i scratch yours is so obvious here. I come to realize that people grew apart, as time goes on but I find it hard to swallow because when you're so close, you prior that person and willing to do anything just to maintain the relationship and too see that happens really crush your heart. and I really hate to say this but I really have issues with commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing with commitment is that, you have to be perfectly honest when there's any issues of heart to heart thing. and to face or deal with it, I cannot do it. I prefer to surrender before anything happens because there's no point to argue when the other party always wanted to win. so just, let them win and see what happens next. see you all in another post.&lt;br /&gt;have a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1378200235254928151?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1378200235254928151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1378200235254928151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1378200235254928151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1378200235254928151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/commitment.html' title='commitment'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6780355847212031474</id><published>2011-10-04T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:13:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>most valuable lesson in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;A lesson on life: Don't stage your romantic relationship in public with your constant changing status - in a relationship, it's complicated, etc, and stick to playing mysterious until you have perfectly 'nailed' the guy. It's more dignifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6780355847212031474?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6780355847212031474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6780355847212031474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6780355847212031474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6780355847212031474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-valuable-lesson-in-life.html' title='most valuable lesson in life'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2388354435298046153</id><published>2011-10-04T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:09:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sluts</title><content type='html'>there are many types of sluts in the world. one of the many obvious type is the one who looks so innocent yet the inside is like a she-devil. I personally don't blame them since you know sometimes they just don't realize they're behaving that way. but this is the one who proudly tell others about themselves and brag about it. I mean, come on lah. you can do better than this, lady. I am not judging, I am. I stop judging people when I start working, like 3 or 4 months ago. I have to stress on this part, so yeah. basically this type of sluts will make you look bad and feel bad. there's no either inside it. so, it leaves you with no choice but to face this bitch. winning is in her blood, stories fueled with all sorts of crappy stuffs and ingredients drives her mad. this is what I can best describe a slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2388354435298046153?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2388354435298046153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2388354435298046153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2388354435298046153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2388354435298046153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/10/sluts.html' title='sluts'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4080794006874020030</id><published>2011-09-28T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:18:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gembira</title><content type='html'>kalau ikutkan gembira memang gembira, tapi kerja banyak sangat. gembira tak boleh gembira sangat lah, kalau bukan pasal kerja memang aku banyak sebab untuk gembira. hihihi ini bukan bertujuan untuk menyakitkan hati sesiapa okay, aku rasa gembira tu je. nak cakap kat orang, aku malu. nanti di kata riak pula. biarlah internet yang tahu. HAHAHA #foreveralone &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4080794006874020030?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4080794006874020030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4080794006874020030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4080794006874020030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4080794006874020030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/gembira.html' title='gembira'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5151842462808517511</id><published>2011-09-28T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:52:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Terbuka Hafsah</title><content type='html'>I just realize that today is the last day of Syawal and I got a text saying that there will be a Rumah Terbuka at our mahallah, and as BRC (God only knows what it means) I have to submit my name and come to the event lah. and like, I was reluctant since I think none of my friends will go to that event so, I lambat lambat reply the invitation text, well Mandarin Class really saved my life yesterday. so just now, Ana texted me asking me to join her to the feast, and I was like SUUURRE! lets go! the foods, aiyoh heaven lah. I eat a lot, I berak a lot. LOL sedap ke tak, belakang cerita since its free kan, grab je lah!&amp;nbsp; so yeah. actually my point here is, I love free foods. LOL #kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5151842462808517511?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5151842462808517511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5151842462808517511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5151842462808517511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5151842462808517511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/rumah-terbuka-hafsah.html' title='Rumah Terbuka Hafsah'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9180241384809176181</id><published>2011-09-28T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:24:25.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i or shouldn't i?</title><content type='html'>okay this is like, something not worth to read pun. but this hand is so itchy to type so yeah. here it goes, someone is acting like a child and being so immature. i feel like slapping that particular person in the arse so that he could feel the pain im carrying because of him. i've been swallowing this matter and acting cool as if this thing nothing happen but, i couldn't take it anymore. i know this isn't the right place to like pour your anger but seriously, sometimes people might misinterpret our wording thus this will lead to bigger problems. so, yeah blog is like the last resort lah. so yeah. should i or shouldn't i slap him in the arse? seriously.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-9180241384809176181?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9180241384809176181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9180241384809176181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9180241384809176181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9180241384809176181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html' title='should i or shouldn&apos;t i?'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5183043194279163207</id><published>2011-09-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:00:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going back to basic</title><content type='html'>i am currently living high. and im loving it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5183043194279163207?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5183043194279163207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5183043194279163207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5183043194279163207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5183043194279163207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-back-to-basic.html' title='going back to basic'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8114051484834349278</id><published>2011-09-21T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:45:48.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger part 1</title><content type='html'>so I was heading to my room when I realize that my baju dah kene tolak dengan kejam nya ke tepi ampaian. okay, I thought maybe that person didn't go to school and learn the manners of life. I don't wanna curse but seriously, woman! it's my clothes and I know it's hot and sunny in UIA today but come on lah! semua orang nak jemur baju, bukan kau saja. and I won't respond or like balas balik what you did to my baju but someday, God will. and I swear the pain in 10 times stronger than what I feel right now. God bless you, woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8114051484834349278?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8114051484834349278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8114051484834349278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8114051484834349278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8114051484834349278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/anger-part-1.html' title='anger part 1'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-93318808954995415</id><published>2011-09-20T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:54:57.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaed Festival :)</title><content type='html'>so from 20th until 23rd if im not mistaken lah KAED is having their very own festival. and KAED guys are surprisingly handsome, hihihihi seriously, faat did you just realize that they are handsome? where were you this whole time? haiyyooo. so yeah, just now me and una and ena went to KAED building to yeah show how supportive we are, well, in this case, i dragged una with me where she reluctantly followed me and we called ena to join us once we reach KAED's building towards this whole festival thing. and guess what, mayhaps in HS we're like short in the species of male and KAED offered like tons of them and i think i will spend most of my time in this semester maybe lepak or hang around the KAED building. takde lahhh! Faat, kau macam desperate lah perempuan. haiyyooo. ohh, at the festival, there are a lot of food and the person behind the stall is only the reason why i bought the food. hihihihihih #kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i will keep you guys posted with the pictures of the festival. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-93318808954995415?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/93318808954995415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=93318808954995415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/93318808954995415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/93318808954995415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/kaed-festival.html' title='Kaed Festival :)'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4463073404215611204</id><published>2011-09-19T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:20:04.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/vjdN72quIM4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjdN72quIM4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjdN72quIM4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i honor our local acts these days. honestly, i feel like they should get a standing ovation due to their struggles to survive in this small business like small scene in our country. i've been exposed to various songs (thanks to the place where i worked for almost 3 months) , especially Malay songs during the past 3 months of holiday and i grew fond of some of our local acts. i do. i salute them all, and i will continue to support our local acts in many ways. and truth to be told, honestly for them to survive in this ridiculously small industry, they should be given an award for that effort. and i am not being cynical. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4463073404215611204?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4463073404215611204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4463073404215611204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4463073404215611204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4463073404215611204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/malaysian-made.html' title='Malaysian Made'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1287384615899167233</id><published>2011-09-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:51:13.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too late</title><content type='html'>kau dah lambat dua tahun. sorry -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1287384615899167233?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1287384615899167233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1287384615899167233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1287384615899167233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1287384615899167233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-late.html' title='too late'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5816509657959601365</id><published>2011-09-18T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:12:46.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know.</title><content type='html'>well, one week had passed and I am still not satisfied about a few things. seriously, haiyya -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, I shouldn't make fuss over this matter. seriously, it won't solve the problems.&amp;nbsp; tapi kan, KENAPAAAAAAAAAA!! hisy. #kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5816509657959601365?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5816509657959601365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5816509657959601365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5816509657959601365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5816509657959601365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know.'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4751048050111503501</id><published>2011-09-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:25:20.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entering the new semester</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but I am excited. I am. meeting old friends, catching up, gossiping, fighting to get a place in the class, waiting for the lecturer for hours outside his/her room, walking or even better running around the campus to chase after only one, one holy signature of the beloved lecturer, and splurging money on the tudungs, brooches, blouses, well, the allowance just say hi. so, it's ala.. mcm tak biasa buat macam tu! and the list goes on and on. hihihi so these are the reasons why I love new semester. yes, I bet there must be terkucil sikit perasaan when you're trying to get a place in the class whereby, one of your friends get the chance to be in that class, while you don't and stuffs like.. you know like that. but time will heal all of the terkucil perasaan. trust me. but then again, just screw the feelings, it's just unhealthy for the start of the new semester. like I said, this semester is going to be a fun year, so, I'll have it my way. oh I am taking Mandarin language for this semester! I am sitting down on my knees and crossing my fingers hoping that everything will turn out well for everybody and to everyone I know, thanks a lot for still wanna catch up with me. I mean, after all these while, like there is still few people who care about me. hihihi #gediknya kau! :') &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4751048050111503501?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4751048050111503501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4751048050111503501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4751048050111503501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4751048050111503501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/entering-new-semester.html' title='entering the new semester'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-898111158028890338</id><published>2011-09-12T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:38:14.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refresh and starting a new book</title><content type='html'>hi! so I randomly found my blog which I thought I dah lama delete. ceit! so, yeah. I'm a blogger again. and I hope you guys enjoy reading my thoughts again. like everyday thoughts. Imma bout to become an active blogger since this semester is not that much exciting, yet. so yeah. I am back, hihihihihihi takyah nak back sangat lah kan, faat. bukan ade followers pun -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy studying y'all. Welcome juniors(takde juniors sangat lah kan hihihihih) to IIUM and to the seniors, welcome back :) I hope this semester will be nice to me. hihihihi oh yeah, I am officially taken! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the year of fun! :D&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/7858444554764558332-898111158028890338?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/898111158028890338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=898111158028890338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/898111158028890338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/898111158028890338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2011/09/refresh-and-starting-new-book.html' title='refresh and starting a new book'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6380428020966881787</id><published>2010-12-17T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:49:50.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna have a boyfriend</title><content type='html'>urgh grant me that wish, please? I ain't pretty I know that. I have huge, round face and small eyes. I am specky and chocolate, not fair enough, like the pan- Asian or whoever fair lahh. not to mention that I ain't that skinny, I have curves, yes. I know. but I can accept you if you merokok, its your nature, guys, I know. it is cool, if you think that way. I can accept it if you are addicted to games, seriously. what a wonderful person I am. I can stand you if you wanna hang out with your guys more than me, yes, but be reasonable. that is all I want from you. at least you can do is to care about me and love me for who I am. seriously, I don't ask for the perfect boyfriend like Zac Efron or Ryan Reynolds. seriously, I am afraid of falling in love again, I do. to have people that I care hurt me again and again. I am afraid of that. all I care is that you love me and care about me. I can't promise you anything but if you love me, I promise you I will love you. thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-6380428020966881787?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6380428020966881787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6380428020966881787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6380428020966881787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6380428020966881787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-have-boyfriend.html' title='i wanna have a boyfriend'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5092161855382550612</id><published>2010-12-15T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:07:26.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was hell lot awesome yo! honestly. sampai mati aku takkan lupa malam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-5092161855382550612?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5092161855382550612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5092161855382550612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5092161855382550612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5092161855382550612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4652903355147901437</id><published>2010-12-13T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:21:34.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuliyyah IRKHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first time always suck! and today i was looking for the classes like noob with the very useful map that was given to us during the taaruf week. urgh, useful sangat! hell yeah, awesome awesome day today. and it turns out that the building that i went to was the IRK building instead of HS building. dayyum! I'm lost in my own Uni? thats sounds great, kan =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the feelings that tomorrow will be the same as today cuz seriously I am not jenis yang menghafal jalan. adeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4652903355147901437?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4652903355147901437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4652903355147901437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4652903355147901437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4652903355147901437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/kuliyyah-irkhs.html' title='Kuliyyah IRKHS'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8840211635346536186</id><published>2010-12-12T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:49:27.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semua orang nak update pasal masuk Yu Ai Eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TQTuKOZ112I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gW_FhK6s7sY/s1600/36249_1484041701051_1234131994_31054998_4894066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TQTuKOZ112I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gW_FhK6s7sY/s400/36249_1484041701051_1234131994_31054998_4894066_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549822500259878754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebab semua nak update masuk UIA kan, aku pun nak join jugak! LOL :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aha, satu lagi. sekeping je aku bagi tengok. lain lain kau carik sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;babai! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: taaruf week sucks! honestly. sorry UIA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8840211635346536186?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8840211635346536186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8840211635346536186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8840211635346536186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8840211635346536186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/semua-orang-nak-update-pasal-masuk-yu.html' title='semua orang nak update pasal masuk Yu Ai Eh'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TQTuKOZ112I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gW_FhK6s7sY/s72-c/36249_1484041701051_1234131994_31054998_4894066_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1901650634535919524</id><published>2010-12-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:39:25.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIUM, Gombak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPpglxgynqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LbNgOLTMAzY/s1600/uia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPpglxgynqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LbNgOLTMAzY/s400/uia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546852093122485922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay within 2 days I'm going to enroll myself at IIUM, Gombak. oh this is really freaking me out, honestly. and I haven't prepared anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*gasp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1901650634535919524?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1901650634535919524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1901650634535919524&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1901650634535919524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1901650634535919524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/iium-gombak.html' title='IIUM, Gombak'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPpglxgynqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LbNgOLTMAzY/s72-c/uia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-5335653384634101101</id><published>2010-12-02T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:12:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying this to the fullest</title><content type='html'>Oh hello y'all!  I am Faat K. y'all must be wondering why my name is Faat, right? well, my so-called-mommy, Kris lost another K for me. I guess my name suppose to be Kelsie or maybe Kassie. or perhaps Kat? haha, definitely not Kaat! so weird okay. but, nonetheless my family is so awesome! I have the most photographed sisters in the world! one of them even crowned as the Queen of Internet.they are the most famous sisters in history. they are damn beautiful(hands down) and have such heights that makes me looks like a cat besides a giraffe! oh and my family and i often went to vacation at Paris and London. uh well, Paris was my place to go out and play only. when I was small, my mommy love to take me there and let me play at Eiffel Tower for hours. haha. and we love shopping. I can spend USD 1000 cash in a min okay. plus, whats the brand? Forever 21? MNG? Guess, Gucci? LV? well, my maids wore that. puh leaseeeee okay. tak main laa benda benda tu. I only stick to Marc and Malaysian stuffs. err, Arfa Batik? oh i support Malaysian Brands y'know. what a noble person I am :) uh, Blackberry? I phone 4? thats so lame, I have had that a couple of years ago, and now I am sick of using it. too easy. so, i asked my assistants to use that thing. well, now i am back to basics by using Nokia 3310. well, thats awesome right? well, setakat Apple Mc Book tu, ehem. I punya chef je yang pakai, y'know searching for recipes, and for that I gave him that so that he can use that for blogging and facebook also twitter. who doesn't have twitter these days? Oh Em Ji *say it with the LA style* what are you? from the 90's? still living in that era? you are so lame! uhh, you should have 1! Me? oh I just use Compaq, its cheap and too easy to handle. mind you, I don't really get along with technology. not to mention, I have various cars, for college I use Lamborghini Murcielago, aww. I love my toys. well if I wanna hang out I can take my Ferrari F430 Spider. awesome. I know right? well when I drove my chef to the market I use my Merc Benz Mc Laren. don't ask me where I got the money to buy these stuffs okay. and I live in Beverly Hills. and I have a couple of houses in LA and a penthouse in Upper East Side, Manhattan. cool, aite? oh, if you wanna ask me anything, just leave comments and I will get back to you, soon! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daaaa! xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missFK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;truth to be told, i don't wanna have this kinda life. its creepy. this is only for fun. don't take it seriously. goodbye! :D &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/7858444554764558332-5335653384634101101?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/5335653384634101101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=5335653384634101101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5335653384634101101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/5335653384634101101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/enjoying-this-to-fullest.html' title='enjoying this to the fullest'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-747723790186934195</id><published>2010-12-02T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:09:48.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Belongs to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcpr0x95bI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t19z-1IUS2w/s1600/51Jzubk1IPL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcpr0x95bI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t19z-1IUS2w/s400/51Jzubk1IPL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545947299009390002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcprqtgfiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-M4_EVE2jy4/s1600/episode-Summer-Belongs-to-You-phineas-and-ferb-15445253-640-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcprqtgfiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-M4_EVE2jy4/s400/episode-Summer-Belongs-to-You-phineas-and-ferb-15445253-640-360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545947296306331170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcprXUpx4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Q7jsJAcz1AI/s1600/phineas-and-ferb-onlinecom-101-300x168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcprXUpx4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Q7jsJAcz1AI/s400/phineas-and-ferb-onlinecom-101-300x168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545947291101808514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, dayyum! &lt;i&gt;So, Phineas, whatchu dooooooooin?&lt;/i&gt; hehehe. Isabella :) I like this, I am so urghh like this movie yaw! one hour of Phineas and Ferb, yo! how awesoem is that? the best Phineas and Ferb movie ever! two thumbs up! you'll see their journey to Japan, Paris, and stranded on an island and finally get home safely before their parents. oh oh oh, awesome! recommended to all Phineas and Ferb's lovers out there! I like it when Jeremy finally said the G word to Candace. plus, they kissed, yaw! oh hell yeah. this made my day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-747723790186934195?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/747723790186934195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=747723790186934195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/747723790186934195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/747723790186934195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/summer-belongs-to-you.html' title='Summer Belongs to You!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPcpr0x95bI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t19z-1IUS2w/s72-c/51Jzubk1IPL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8358719343008339501</id><published>2010-12-01T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:12:12.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do me a favor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pls, don't freak me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8358719343008339501?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8358719343008339501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8358719343008339501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8358719343008339501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8358719343008339501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-me-favor-pls-dont-freak-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7805741670290995865</id><published>2010-11-30T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:57:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUQiRlNC1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/G6S_GYtb0sk/s1600/122_50_125cmyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUQiRlNC1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/G6S_GYtb0sk/s400/122_50_125cmyk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545356697197677394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUK0h04WtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Prh6lBWPZxs/s1600/tangled-rapunzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUK0h04WtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Prh6lBWPZxs/s400/tangled-rapunzel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545350413726276306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUK0ffnrKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LC0lIC282_I/s1600/tangled-flynn-rider-rapunzel-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUK0ffnrKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LC0lIC282_I/s400/tangled-flynn-rider-rapunzel-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545350413100231842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUK0BtxrYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ms8tbS0ymSY/s1600/tangled_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUK0BtxrYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ms8tbS0ymSY/s400/tangled_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545350405106544002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was beyond awesome! honestly. Disney never fail to amaze me. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-7805741670290995865?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7805741670290995865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7805741670290995865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7805741670290995865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7805741670290995865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/rapunzel.html' title='Rapunzel'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPUQiRlNC1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/G6S_GYtb0sk/s72-c/122_50_125cmyk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7489770545008411564</id><published>2010-11-30T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:54:53.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-7489770545008411564?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7489770545008411564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7489770545008411564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7489770545008411564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7489770545008411564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2885915217741892392</id><published>2010-11-29T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:02:40.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stalking you, Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Mr. Henry Golding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; I have been quite an active stalker lately and I can help but to stalk you. &lt;/span&gt;this is freaking embarrassing and humiliating! curse you, feeling-of-liking-someone-soo-much! usually I stalked someone with y'know good looks, hot body, and has perfect jaws. it happens that you are so hot and your accents, waa, British accents laa weh. i like! the kind of yang boleh dapat kalau tengok Harry Potter je! I can rewind and rewind your show for hours, y'know. well, its a lie lah weh if you guys don't stalk people... y'know, you got the looks and stuffs that can make girls go GA-GA whenever you're around. plus, he is so effing COOL! oh and when you won the Hot Guy Award at Shout! Award, I swear I lompat lompat macam orang tak betul. LOL. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okey sila tinggal kan page ini. anda telah membuang masa selama satu setengah minit kerana membaca secebis crap ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPKHHh5A0KI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MODze_OjlY0/s1600/henrysmoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPKHHh5A0KI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MODze_OjlY0/s400/henrysmoke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544642654672834722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kat mana nak jumpa orang merokok yang cool selain drpd HENRY GOLDING kat Malaysia ni? &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/7858444554764558332-2885915217741892392?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2885915217741892392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2885915217741892392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2885915217741892392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2885915217741892392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/stalking-you-henry.html' title='stalking you, Henry'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TPKHHh5A0KI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MODze_OjlY0/s72-c/henrysmoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4446706480610513093</id><published>2010-11-26T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:01:32.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO_UrbWg9OI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5znUXFjePmo/s1600/lady-gaga-baby-g-womens-watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO_UrbWg9OI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5znUXFjePmo/s400/lady-gaga-baby-g-womens-watch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543883508858025186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you see what is that on this Gaga's hand? didn't see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, take a look. i mean closer look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO_WUC8spXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GUdQwdPZtg0/s400/9oCG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543885306193552754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, ehem ehem. this one costs RM 300+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh silalah bagi ni sebagai hadiah kepada saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pleaseeeee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4446706480610513093?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4446706480610513093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4446706480610513093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4446706480610513093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4446706480610513093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-g.html' title='Baby G'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO_UrbWg9OI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5znUXFjePmo/s72-c/lady-gaga-baby-g-womens-watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4656740477202705769</id><published>2010-11-26T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:52:55.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly, i wanna hire New Directions to sing at my wedding and have Kurt to plan everything! the speech, the vows, and the face, they look so honest? (I'm not sure that this word is suitable or not) priceless! sumpah tak tipu. Sam and Quinnie are so sweet! when Sam propose tu. adeh gugur jantung aku!  ehem Sam oh Sam, instead of proposing Quinn, why not you propose to me? I am hot too? y'know. *puke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and Finn, well what can I say? hmm. overall, this Glee Wedding is awe-to-the-some, yaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO9hUi5TU3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/amzSxEWB35Y/s1600/tumblr_lcdebfq2XT1qa93cao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO9hUi5TU3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/amzSxEWB35Y/s400/tumblr_lcdebfq2XT1qa93cao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543756671908795250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh kalau tgk scene ni, tak senyum sorang sorang memang tipu la wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marry You- Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4656740477202705769?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4656740477202705769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4656740477202705769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4656740477202705769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4656740477202705769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-wedding.html' title='Glee Wedding!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TO9hUi5TU3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/amzSxEWB35Y/s72-c/tumblr_lcdebfq2XT1qa93cao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6768046943158907377</id><published>2010-11-22T15:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:39:17.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candace and Jeremy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;sila senyum dan buat muka eksaited kerana saya type ini dengan penuh semangat. okeh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;meet the loud and annoying &lt;i&gt;Candace Flynn &lt;/i&gt;(Ashley Tisdale, of course the spoil- brat, Sharpay Evans in High School Musical) and meet the sweet &lt;i&gt;Jeremy &lt;/i&gt;(Mitchel Musso, best known for Oliver in Hannah Montana).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOokcBTOiWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/p7-g8lrdIAI/s1600/Candace%2Band%2BJeremy%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOokcBTOiWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/p7-g8lrdIAI/s400/Candace%2Band%2BJeremy%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542282355236833634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are fictional characters from Disney's Phineas and Ferb. yes, I am a cartoon freak now, I just love them to bits. I love how Candace loves to bust her brothers, Phineas and Ferb. not to mention the yelling, the screaming, the faces, the songs, and the BOYFRIEND who stands by her side every time and every day. but poor Candace, every time she's about to bust her brothers, something will happen (thanks to Perry the Platypus) and and there's nothing to bust about. she's so enthusiastic (am i using the right adj?) when it comes to busting her brothers, where she would do anything just to get her mom to see what her brothers being up to. you know. hahaha. but thats not the point here, i trying to say that Candace has a supportive boyfriend, Jeremy. he accept her the way she is, you know like, it doesn't matter that she is a bit annoying tho. aww, i love them. hahaha ops, no more haha, i think i typed a lot of hahaha in this post. okay, and this Jeremy is super cute. i love them. well mostly him and the brothers. Candace can be a little bit annoying. just saying, tho. because of them, I am addicted to Disney channel, I must admit I'm willing to get up early in the morning just to watch this show. and honestly I can spend hours in front of the telly. oh and I really love Isabella's,' Hey Phineas, Whatcha doin?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy, will you love me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*silly faat, of course he is just Cartoon, oh, its CARTOON, for crying out loud, whats the matter with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7858444554764558332-6768046943158907377?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6768046943158907377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6768046943158907377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6768046943158907377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6768046943158907377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/candace-and-jeremy.html' title='Candace and Jeremy'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOokcBTOiWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/p7-g8lrdIAI/s72-c/Candace%2Band%2BJeremy%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2568195729757470925</id><published>2010-11-21T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:41:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'd like to crap. but now, i gotta go. i am so furious at somebody i'm afraid i'll say some nasty thing about that person. and i don't wanna do that. i've had enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2568195729757470925?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2568195729757470925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2568195729757470925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2568195729757470925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2568195729757470925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/id-like-to-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-3646023967201258243</id><published>2010-11-21T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:17:57.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Golding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOi48CP1iFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RsOvF3SP730/s1600/Henry_G_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOi48CP1iFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RsOvF3SP730/s400/Henry_G_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541882683014350930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOi47gSCKmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zAiS9pm4kMM/s1600/2774832927_1592ce09eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOi47gSCKmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zAiS9pm4kMM/s400/2774832927_1592ce09eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541882673896761954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehem. remember when i posted about him? alaa, he can help with checking your breasts if you don't know how to do it. well ladies, don't lie! i know you know how to check yours. don't ask my man to do it for you. ceh, my man tau! in my dreams laa :| he's so kacak i can melt right away. please please plase make him mine. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okey babai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-3646023967201258243?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/3646023967201258243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=3646023967201258243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/3646023967201258243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/3646023967201258243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/henry-golding.html' title='Henry Golding!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOi48CP1iFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RsOvF3SP730/s72-c/Henry_G_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1355895309793641640</id><published>2010-11-19T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:35:40.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka is my Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;this post will be filled by pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;only pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0xFbe--I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Mpg-BCT4TKM/s1600/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0xFbe--I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Mpg-BCT4TKM/s400/DSC01624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541315146890017762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0wkKd_6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/bdYatWIqtiQ/s1600/DSC01627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0wkKd_6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/bdYatWIqtiQ/s400/DSC01627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541315137960279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0wUPY5zI/AAAAAAAAAfE/W2HfyIaMa94/s1600/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0wUPY5zI/AAAAAAAAAfE/W2HfyIaMa94/s400/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541315133685950258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOazEJXW2jI/AAAAAAAAAe8/udnFENlZUmY/s1600/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOazEJXW2jI/AAAAAAAAAe8/udnFENlZUmY/s400/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541313275340708402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOazDwWHd-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/d9eXDgjCxY0/s1600/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOYauS-pg9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/_EtA02FkW_0/s400/DSC01599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541145774196884434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1355895309793641640?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1355895309793641640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1355895309793641640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1355895309793641640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1355895309793641640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/melaka-is-my-home.html' title='Melaka is my Home'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TOa0xFbe--I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Mpg-BCT4TKM/s72-c/DSC01624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8817423616527048983</id><published>2010-11-15T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:59:25.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehem. i let you win this time, bitches. take everything i have. take it all, i don't care. i still believe that i am right. i don't mind you take everything from me but i''l make sure you're gonna have to pay for it. now, indulge yourself. see ya, and take care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bitch. don't be afraid when we met one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8817423616527048983?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8817423616527048983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8817423616527048983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8817423616527048983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8817423616527048983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ehem.html' title=''/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8249792713951521639</id><published>2010-11-15T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:22:33.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayah</title><content type='html'>Ayah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Ayah. rindu betul nak panggil Ayah. pelik pun ada jugak. ye lah 4 tahun kot Ayah dah takde. rindu. sunyi. sepi je rumah ni. nak menangis air mata dah tak larat nak keluar. nak panggil panggil, orang nye dah takde, nak peluk pun yang tinggal baju je. nak call  pun, sape nak jawab phone? nombor Ayah ade lagi. tak buang pun. kalau rindu sangat nanti mesti kak long call. cam bodoh kan? dan tentu tentu tak de yang angkat. Ayah. tetiba teringin nak panggil Ayah lagi. 4 tahun ni macam sangat weird, sumpah tak tipu. nampak macam senang nak survive, tapi. Ayah mesti lagi tahu kan. kak long kan rapat dengan Ayah. anak sulung kan, mesti la jadi anak Ayah. dulu lepas PMR kan kak long ganti ganti dengan mak jaga Ayah. sebelum pegi sekolah, wajib pegi hospital dulu hantar Ayah. dulu cam life ni penuh, ada je nak buat. sekarang kosong. macam takde apa apa. boring. nak masak pun boring. teringat dulu time memule belajar masak. tak sedap pun Ayah makan jugak. masak la apa pun. mesti Ayah makan. nak buat air kopi pun sama, Ayah suka minum kopi kan. ingat tak kita suka lepak sampai tengah malam, Ayah teman kak long study sambil dengar radio, Lite FM? tak boleh la bukak siaran tu lagi. menitik air mata teringat kat Ayah. sekarang mana ade lagi. rindu lah nak peluk Ayah lagi. nak bercerita pasal hidup ni dengan Ayah. nak mintak duit belanja, ikut Ayah pegi hospital. siap kan bekal Ayah untuk dialysis tu. you know kan, kak long takut darah. but for you, kak long pegi juga take turn dengan mak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time kitorang semua kecik kecik, tengok semua orang kalau pegi KL mesti pegi jalan jalan kan?naik KL Tower lah, KLCC lah, macam macam laa lagi. kita? pegi KL jugak tapi, pegi IJN, HKL. all sorts of hospital kita pegi kan? macam bercuti pulak time tu. bulan puasa, raya, deepavali, hmm. last sekali kita bukak puasa sesame kat koridor hospital kan? tu laa last sekali kita punya puasa sesame. dan raya terakhir sesame. ramai orang datang melawat Ayah time tu kat rumah kan? sekarang. hmm. takde. tak la seramai masa Ayah ade lagi dulu. kalau dulu Ayah selalu ada kalau kak long nak cari bahan rujukan dulu kan.  esei yang kita buat sesama tu, err.. actually yang Ayah buat tu, ada lagi. dalam file BM. tak buang pun. sayang, takde lagi nanti nak baca kalau rindu. hmm. nak buat macam mana kan. Allah tu lagi sayang kat Ayah. takpe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menyesal toksah cakap la. memang menyesal tak tercakap cakap laa. time f1 and f2 kan tahun tahun rebellious. kalau time tu tak bertekak dengan Ayah memang tak sah la kan. ade je yang mak ayah tu tak betul time tu. pikir diri sendiri je yang betul kan. cakap orang lain tak ambik pusing lagi. Ayah cakap tu semua betul tapi time tu, taktahu la kena rasuk ape tah. kak long tak amik port pun. (T__________T)  adui, kalau laa dapat 1 lagi peluang kan. 1 je pun kalau boleh. teringin nak lari dekat Ayah and peluk kuat kuat as if tak nak let go. rindu. and most of all, nak mintak maaf sangat sangat dekat Ayah. tu je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8249792713951521639?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8249792713951521639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8249792713951521639&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8249792713951521639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8249792713951521639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ayah.html' title='Ayah'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2215791724704556051</id><published>2010-11-14T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:18:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ku mahu kau tahu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ku mahu kau tahu- hujan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di sudut termenung jauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mengenangkan nasib kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kita miliki separuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Berbentuk hati cinta namanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walau kau jauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ku sentiasa menunggumu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inginku imbas kembali memori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walau kau jauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ku berjanji kan terus tunggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dipisah lautan biru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ku mahu kau tahu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku kan terus menunggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaga benar gambarku dalam telefon bimbitmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan pernah sekali kau buang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seperti cinta ini yang terbuku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akan bersemi jua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terus menunggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kita kan bersatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terus menunggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ku mahu kau tahu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teringat time form 5. adeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2215791724704556051?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2215791724704556051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2215791724704556051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2215791724704556051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2215791724704556051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ku-mahu-kau-tahu.html' title='ku mahu kau tahu'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6547946926595968610</id><published>2010-11-14T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:51:38.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post ni untuk kau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;syed, aku tau kau baca blog aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku rindu kau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kau kan kawan aku.mane kau pegi ha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kau tak rindu kat aku ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;misti kalau ade orang lain baca terutama yang tau cakap aku slutty. adeh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kau semua taktau ape dah jadi. jgn main cakap je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;T________________________T&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/7858444554764558332-6547946926595968610?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6547946926595968610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7961987855452971871</id><published>2010-11-14T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:22:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>well, hi tea tu dah jadik pun semalam. adeh, penat gila tau. anyway, ingat tak hari tu punya post, anak anak? pasal &lt;a href="http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/10/hotel-hotel-hotel-d.html"&gt;ehem ehem&lt;/a&gt; tu? semalam pun aku jumpe laa dengan encik kacak tu. adeh jatuh jantung aku tengok makin kacak pulak encik yang aku minat tu. ehem. meh kasik jeling sikit! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abang remy ishak tu pun menolong laa emakku pasal hi tea thingy tu kan. bukan nak belagak pasal aku pegi hi tea wei. sumpah tak. aku pegi pun bayar jugak cam orang lain. adeh. mahal sial. takpe sedap nak mampos, sumpah tak tipu. jom datang makan kat Melaka weh! so, encik abang kacak yang bertambah tambah kacak tu yang sepatut nye bercuti datang kerja jugak sebab ramai orang request kan die. ehem. peh bukan nak cakap apa laa kan, gugur jantung tengok die buat keja weh! cam dengan gagah nye tarik meja dan settle hal meja cam Ting! sekejap je tau! haha okey restaurant manager tau tarik meja! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after the event, i sat with my mom and of course laa with him kan to settle the bills and berbual bual and stuffs, y'know. so i use that moment to stare at his face and analyze him fully. i was like, this man is like so perfect, like almost perfect, yaww! he is tall, freakishly tall like Taylor Lautner yo, coloured, has a really soft voice that will melt every girls heart, has perfect jaws, and sharp nose. i die! Oh Em Ji, yaww! i secretly screamed whenever i saw him at our place even if he came just for checkin' around i'll be blushing like crazy yaw! hooo yeah! oh plus, when he smiles, he have such cute dimples and i swear i could stare at him for hours! and bingo! i got to sat next to him that day and i could smell him  and he smell sooooo freaking good yo! seriously, uhh! hai la encik kacak, kenapa laa kau kacak sangat wei? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad he will be transfer to Bangkok next year. dayyyyyyuuum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;takpe, pegi laa encik kacak, i'll be waiting for you in Melaka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7858444554764558332-7961987855452971871?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7961987855452971871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7961987855452971871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7961987855452971871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/7961987855452971871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8455862907199532269</id><published>2010-11-13T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:03:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>dear Mr. Ryan Murphy,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since when the story in Glee about Kurt? from like second or third episodes, everything Kurt, Kurt, Kurt! first, he was rude to Mr. Schue about the Britney song thing, then his dad was sick, and he didn't believe in any religion due to his Gay-ness thing, then about he cannot sing with Sam which makes me really sick cuz come on, not all pretty boys are Gay! jeez! and then about he didn't get acknowledge in Glee club just because he is a Gay. come on! what about the other character? like Mercedes, Tina Cohen- Chang, Pucker man, and others? its been six episodes and every new episodes revolve Kurt, like its not fair laa kan? give somebody a chance to shine in the lime light. you know. i know how hurt Kurt might be because he was the only Gay in Ohio, but be sensible. it is suppose to be about Glee club, not only about Kurt! Ryan Murphy please take note. thank you. err... more Pucker man please? i heard he sang with Artie made me melt so, pleaseeee Ryan, develop more about Pucker man.and don't send him to juvy again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gleek, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;faat hassan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Malaysia. &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/7858444554764558332-8455862907199532269?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8455862907199532269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8455862907199532269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8455862907199532269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8455862907199532269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee.html' title='Glee'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-6148926023626813578</id><published>2010-11-12T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:34:40.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Docs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TN1TdO6bHvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-T6a0Srod3c/s1600/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TN1TdO6bHvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-T6a0Srod3c/s400/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538674878420033266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you ask me, Mc Dreamy or Mc Steamy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll choose Mc Steamy. yes. Mc Steamy. he is hot, way hotter than Mc Dreamy, i don't need dreamy eyes to comfort me, hahaha. i need someone who can love me for what i am. as for Lexie's case, she is clumsy ad cute.  but Mark Sloan still love her. ahh i love Mc Steamy!  Mc Dreamy, you are so err pelik cuz you chose Meredith who whines about everything and anything in her life. and also, kinda mood swing. its a major turn off okay. sorry. well,it is undeniable that these docs are drop dead gorgeous. hands down seriously. adeh kat mana nak cari kat Malaysia ni doc hot hot eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TN1PG7YApSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_g6L0dQl-nM/s1600/Mark-and-Lexie-greys-anatomy-10143738-594-225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TN1PG7YApSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_g6L0dQl-nM/s400/Mark-and-Lexie-greys-anatomy-10143738-594-225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670097171784994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;*Lexie, tolong laa bagi Mc Steamy dekat aku, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;plus, its amazing how tv characters keep us glued on telly just to watch them. i just love watching telly! i loooooovvvvveeeeeeee telly! &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/7858444554764558332-6148926023626813578?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/6148926023626813578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=6148926023626813578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6148926023626813578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/6148926023626813578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hot-docs.html' title='Hot Docs'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TN1TdO6bHvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-T6a0Srod3c/s72-c/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4178861259036831413</id><published>2010-11-10T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:07:23.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELL YEAH! SEE YOU GUYS IN GOMBAK, YAWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4178861259036831413?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4178861259036831413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4178861259036831413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4178861259036831413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4178861259036831413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4503531074651325928</id><published>2010-11-01T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:46:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniman Tan Sri P. Ramlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello, welcome to my Gay blog. the color is so Gay, right? i know, i can tell. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TM4ba8_6alI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Gygb-MmieH0/s1600/ramlee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TM4ba8_6alI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Gygb-MmieH0/s400/ramlee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534391141949663826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since Astro buat contribute to P.Ramlee thing so meh laa aku kongsi sikit ape aku dapat daripada tu rancangan rancangan yang kata nya untuk mengenang jasa P.Ramlee dalam dunia perfileman Melayu. (-.-') you see, so yesterday i saw a documentary about P. Ramlee at History Channel. while watching the documentary i wondered, why now? i mean after all these years. he was at the top of his life back at Singapore with lots and lots of bright ideas for movies and songs but when he came back to Malaysia, its like it's over for him. you know. pity this guy, seriously. this guy who have been devoting his whole life for the bidang seni. this guy who uphold the dondang sayang, ghazal, keroncong and lagu lagu irama Melayu asli. penyanyi sekarang ada beran ke nak buat lagu ni? adeh, harapan! i almost cried when i heard about what happen to him a few years before he died. Malaysians didn't support him, yes you! those who lived around the 1970's. you all boo-ed him when he performed, didn't go and watch his movies and treated him like he's a piece of junk. and YEARS after that, loooooooonnnnnggggg after he died everyone was like 'WAAAH P.RAMLEE WHAT CAN I SAY, AH? HE WAS SO GOOD! HE CREATED LOTS OF GOOD SONGS, GOOD MOVIES. THE FILMS AH, TWO THUMBS UP LOH! HE EVEN WON MANY AWARDS FOR THE ASIAN MOVIE FESTIVAL THING! HE INTRODUCED MALAYSIA TO THE WORLD THROUGH HIS FILMS, YOU KNOW! EVERYONE LOOK UP TO HIM, HE'S A LEGEND! HIS SONGS AND MOVIES WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN FOREVER! BLAH BLAH BLAH!'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are all bullshit. i think, we appreciate something after we lose it. when that something still around no one stand up for him. yes, that something is the legendary, P.Ramlee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: kalau nak dapat gelaran best best kat Malaysia ni, kena mati dulu baru dapat. siyes aku tak tipu. eg: Tan Sri P.Ramlee. dulu time die hidup ade dapat cam ni? hampeh -.-' &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/7858444554764558332-4503531074651325928?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4503531074651325928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4503531074651325928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4503531074651325928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/4503531074651325928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/11/seniman-tan-sri-p-ramlee.html' title='Seniman Tan Sri P. Ramlee'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TM4ba8_6alI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Gygb-MmieH0/s72-c/ramlee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2777282605310743701</id><published>2010-10-31T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:31:52.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Siap Pahat Berbunyi</title><content type='html'>pernah dengar tak peribahasa tu? well, macam tu lah keadaan industry seni kat Malaysia ni. bukan nak cakap apa laa kan. kalau awak hebat, mesti awak menang. kepada tuan direktor Ahmad Idham tak perlu laa awak cakap pada semua media pasal keputusan Festival Filem Malaysia hari tu. kalau awak tak puas hati, diam diam aje sudah la. tak payah laa nak kritik sampai macam tu sekali. hari ni bukan hari awak, mungkin esok ke atau lusa hari awak, mana nak tahu kan? rezeki orang tak sama tau, awak. mungkin bahagian awak tak sampai lagi. awak mana nak tahu? kan? jadi sabar laa masa awak tak tiba lagi. and encik direktor Mamat Khalid pun jangan la nak merajuk pasal tak menang. mungkin tahun depan rezeki awak kan? takpe, kan banyak award kat Malaysia ni. kalau FFM tak menang, mungkin SHOUT AWARD boleh memang, kalau tercalon laa. kan? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: boring laa senario industry seni kat sini, semua nak tikam tikam orang aje kerja nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2777282605310743701?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-7951952117747614066</id><published>2010-10-28T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:59:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im tired, so i just need to sleep. bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-7951952117747614066?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/7951952117747614066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=7951952117747614066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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Salling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TMeqTK6CP2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/D7BiCPT8GNs/s1600/tumblr_laxjbcG9fo1qagawvo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TMeqTK6CP2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/D7BiCPT8GNs/s400/tumblr_laxjbcG9fo1qagawvo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532577913569951586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww. okay he looks so sweet in this shot.seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very daddy-ish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-7723787941928006951?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TMeqTK6CP2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/D7BiCPT8GNs/s72-c/tumblr_laxjbcG9fo1qagawvo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9055359831844589263</id><published>2010-10-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:00:01.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breasts cancer awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TMbdiDY_efI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OpJIOIeAFAE/s1600/henrygolding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TMbdiDY_efI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OpJIOIeAFAE/s400/henrygolding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532352769366653426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;er, Henry Golding wants to help with that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Gulp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-9055359831844589263?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9055359831844589263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9055359831844589263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4937152721529136120</id><published>2010-10-26T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:20:49.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am not interested in becoming a teacher. like seriously, so this TESL thing is so not on my list. i love learning languages, English particularly and i can feel Arabic growing on me. thanks to UIA, ustazah and friends. languages are fun, you know. i was the student of science stream back at school but i didn't do well, honestly. i may say it was my fault because i didn't study hard enough. so, my second option was obviously the arts stream. i didn't look at it as the last option, its just that i want to do the best at something i know i can do. i don't want to be seen as a loser just because i took languages course. i don't effing care what people think of it but i take it as challenge as i really love language. people often look down to me, i know. think of English course is damn easy, only involve Grammar, reading, and speaking. well, FYI, when you're in UIA you must learn everything, as in, Arabic, Introduction to Islamic Reveal Knowledge, History, Political Science, Psychology and blah blah blah. practically now i love what im doing, i don't care whats going to be in the future but i hope the best for it. and i love it. period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and if you guys  want to apply for TESL, go for it. i'll stick to BENL. and i wish you all best of luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4937152721529136120?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8280812271912570203</id><published>2010-10-22T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:46:20.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Army?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if its gay people, i still can accept them. my friends are also gay but if gay army? hmm. then i heard that Lady Gaga stands up for Gay rights among armies. well if its true then macam mana laa rupa askar gay kan? hmm? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*imagine Kurt Hummel menjadi askar Gay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adeh, rusak rusakk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Army?'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-9154635111645716395</id><published>2010-10-22T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:43:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings beyond expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay so i passed my exams. yeayyyy! OH HELL YES I WILL BE GOING TO GOMBAK BY THE END OF THIS YEARRRRR! SEE YOU GUYS THERE YEAP? AHAHAHA, okeh terlupa. hmm therefore i would like to express my highest and deepest gratitude to all my lecturers in CFS IIUM, and fellow friends, i mean ALL OF YOU, LAHH PEOPLE! :)  plus the makcik+pakcik guard, staff  Kedai Pakcik+Makcik, makcik makcik cleaner and abang abang taxi di Nilai. without their advice and guidance i cannot grad from my foundation life. so, peeps MUCHAS GRACIAS!!!! and now i shall move to Gombak and live the life as the student of UIA, i mean the real one laa. before before this, i just the student from foundation only. aiyoh -.-' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plus plus plus, since i am enjoying my holiday for about two months now, i am so hmm gila suka dekat Glee! yeay. season two die sumpah best. UJYGUHBBX&amp;amp;(E*CBn! hands down bebeh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam Evans. you're so hot, bebeh! i love your big mouth! ARRRR!&lt;/div&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/7858444554764558332-9154635111645716395?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/9154635111645716395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=9154635111645716395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9154635111645716395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/9154635111645716395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/10/feelings-beyond-expectations.html' title='feelings beyond expectations'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-1641807754448075528</id><published>2010-10-19T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:57:03.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A goes Burqa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TL2huTLOTfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cRONpj_pvj4/s1600/293.M.I.A.tg.101810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TL2huTLOTfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cRONpj_pvj4/s400/293.M.I.A.tg.101810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529753734274239986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is MIA the British singer. what is she trying to prove, anyway? religion is not something that you can play with you know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;read &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b206157_caption_mias_controversial_burqa_couture.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please also read the comments. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1641807754448075528?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TL2huTLOTfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cRONpj_pvj4/s72-c/293.M.I.A.tg.101810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8992052732044548588</id><published>2010-10-19T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:58:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again Adam Lambert thing</title><content type='html'>okay so he did the concert. and it was amazing, like most of the fans said. then, tomorrow, Paramore will rock Kuala Lumpur. so, Pas, what's next for them? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe that Adam Lambert didn't promote Gayism, even though he is a gay himself. most of gay icons are women and i read somewhere that the beautiful Katy Perry is one of them. when she was in KL a few weeks back for the World Stage, why PAS didn't condemn her? so why all the fuss? he promotes freedom and love. every performer does! i don't understand why PAS being so over react with  Adam Lambert coming to Malaysia for the concert. its not like he you know buat inappropriate things/acts kat atas stage tu. be sensible. come on. if he can tolerate with the conditions, why not us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8992052732044548588?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8992052732044548588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8992052732044548588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sedap. serius cakap. resut nak keluar dah. 2 hari je lagi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sekarang ni just berserah aje. aku dah all out. if takde rezeki nak cakap cam ne kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urghh tolong laa, nak nangis pun ada ni weh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siyes. tolong laa aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-2772847620669939738?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2772847620669939738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2772847620669939738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLsihtPyhUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XszZkXVuMWo/s1600/buriedposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLsihtPyhUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XszZkXVuMWo/s400/buriedposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529050930004264258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i spent my weekend with my old old friend, &lt;a href="http://hanawani.blogspot.com/"&gt;hana&lt;/a&gt;. she was my schoolmate and classmate. i'll talk about her on the next post, okay or maybe the other one. well. so, we headed to Jusco Bukit Baru and we wanted to watch movies, supposedly. then, tell you what, the effing MBO didn't have variety of movies so we were stuck with tamil and chinese movies. i was like, what the hell? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since we're left with the-urgh-i-don't-want-to-see-this-movie-or-this-is-suck!-why-don't-we-go-to-MP-instead movies, we chose to watch Buried, its a thriller movie by Ryan Reynolds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and its confusing. thats all i can say. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-741645185354906440?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/741645185354906440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=741645185354906440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/741645185354906440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/741645185354906440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/10/buried.html' title='Buried'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLsihtPyhUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XszZkXVuMWo/s72-c/buriedposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-2472615476026092569</id><published>2010-10-13T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:41:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLXO1t8aFJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2h2f09C8Wao/s1600/2006_half_nelson_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLXO1t8aFJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2h2f09C8Wao/s400/2006_half_nelson_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527551539928503442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he's my History teacher, i can guarantee you guys a solid A+!&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/7858444554764558332-2472615476026092569?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/2472615476026092569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=2472615476026092569&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2472615476026092569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/2472615476026092569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/10/history.html' title='History!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLXO1t8aFJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2h2f09C8Wao/s72-c/2006_half_nelson_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-4682899449300976992</id><published>2010-10-12T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:22:20.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>seriously just read &lt;a href="http://www.celebuzz.com/adam-lambert-hot-malaysia-s260851/?cp=1#comtop"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; the comments are --------------------------------- ntah laa. tak tahu nak cakap apa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ada satu articles ni sebab tak boleh tolerate dengan syarat yang government Malaysia bagi Beyonce cancel her tour, Christina Aguilera AVOIDED  Malaysia from the list of the country of her tour. ahhh, korang tak datang pun tak paa, MAher Zain datang tempat kitorg. kau ade? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-4682899449300976992?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/4682899449300976992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=4682899449300976992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this evening to discuss about the upcoming hi tea for my mom's school. and of all the hotels i went to, there's one that hotel caught my eyes. seriously. the view is amazingly breathtaking, menghadap laut okeh! and the best part is we had the discussion outdoor and the cafe was literally menghadap laut, di kala petang petang yang sangat romantik, angin sepoi sepoi bahasa melayu menyapa rambut ku bagai model iklan syampoo sunsilk atau lebih cam hebat sikit, err dove laa eh? mahal sikit, ye tak? and uhhh gila ah. and then this guy showed up in suit walking dashingly handsome ala ala james bond tau! okeh sumpah tipu, die macam remy aziz eh pelakon nur kasih tu? towards me and my mom and greeted us, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yes ladies. is there anything that i can help you?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;with his soft voice. i almost faint (lagi tipu!). okeh sumpah macam drama queen murahan ye! stop faat please. hahaha XD right so his name is Nizam, erk, just a second, i don't know maybe Izam or Azam or whatever that has Zam at the back, i cannot see clearly because i was busy staring at his face. eh tak tak, i was busy tengok laut actually. ehem. cuz i didn't really participate in that discussion. damn, he is the restaurant manager(hebat tak?) at the Bla Bla Bla Hotel. censored! because i don't want to reveal his identity. lets just keep that as a secret, okay? he is tall, he is coloured, he has the hair to die for, he has killer smiles, he has deep dimples and he is very man-ly as in his body awwww. tough enough to make me go ga ga! okay. gila. i know. fine, since aku tau takkan dapat die so aku saja buang masa buat rant ni sebab jeles. tapi aku ade contact number die, die bagi ye. tapi tak nak try call die sebab tak nak kena cap bukan bukan. tu je. berbaloikah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-1410586712894717550?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/1410586712894717550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=1410586712894717550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1410586712894717550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/1410586712894717550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/10/hotel-hotel-hotel-d.html' title='Hotel hotel hotel :D'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858444554764558332.post-8814018815800313373</id><published>2010-10-10T17:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:59:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easiest date to remember!</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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10.10.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ape ade kat tarikh hari ni? semua orang kemaruk nak kawen hari ni, nak bertunang hari ni, nak buat konvoi la, nak buat kenduri laa, pot luck laa GRRRR! oh and lebih lebih lagi ah kan, angkasawan negara pun kawen hari ni gak!  INI TIDAK ADIL! KENAPA BELIAU KAWEN DULU? KENAPA BELIAU TAK TUNGGU AKU HABES BELAJAR? MANE JANJI JANJI MANIS BELIAU? OH YOU DAH PEGI BULAN, YOU LUPA JANJI YOU PADA I LAA EH? HAL INI TIDAK BOLEH DI MAAFKAN! SEMOGA BAHAGIA LAA, YOU ALL OKEH! TAKPE BINI YOU LAWA. FINE, LAGI LAWA DARI I. HAMBOI, PERASAN LAWA NI FAAT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKEH MEH AKU KASIK GAMBAR KAWEN BELIAU YANG SANGAT ANGKASAWAN TU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLGJlNSt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TKWmDWu6UNY/s1600/gambarpraperkahwinansheikhmuzaffar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLGJlNSt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TKWmDWu6UNY/s400/gambarpraperkahwinansheikhmuzaffar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526349490076638610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pergh, ni baru angkasawan, terbang terbang ke bulan laa bagai. ko ade? heh. jeles ni! -.-' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kepada future hubby yang di sayangi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yang, i nak gambar kawen cam ni okeh. i tak kira, nak terbang terbang jugak! you pakai sut angkasawan ke, ape ke. kite lawan doktor ni, yang. yea yang yea? pleaseeeeeeee? *matakelipkelipcamnakmintak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858444554764558332-8814018815800313373?l=faat-hassan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/feeds/8814018815800313373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858444554764558332&amp;postID=8814018815800313373&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8814018815800313373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858444554764558332/posts/default/8814018815800313373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faat-hassan.blogspot.com/2010/10/easiest-date-to-remember.html' title='easiest date to remember!'/><author><name>cikfaathassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169738216640482122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP0B8KEuKE4/TwdFzNhe9mI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iu3Knn-8GA/s220/DSC_1151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuuS8MDBgBY/TLGJlNSt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TKWmDWu6UNY/s72-c/gambarpraperkahwinansheikhmuzaffar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
